An Oral History of New York’s Arab and Muslim Community After 9/11
What kind of exhibit on revolutionaries would it be without a living Palestinian? The rub of course is there are so few of you.
When she opened her door the lived-in smell burst out like gases from a can: fish sauce and charred meat, mildew and a stronger concentration of the musk he had noticed when he got close enough to her body.
“What’s more difficult? Gay marriage or ghost marriage?”
Looking far away, there was only the sign of the Doraemon Tea Shop. Like a borderless white pocket in a fourth-dimensional world, it could be as small or big as you wanted it to be, emitting endless bright light.
As I looked in the mirror, Master flexed His fingers against my skin, as naturally as a handler would lovingly caress their pet puppy.
When the epiphyllum buds reached peak bloom, petals everywhere began to fall. They began to fall like rain.
I feel satisfied, triumphant, knowing I have loved the original donut well, though maybe it was only its glaze that I recognized.
I don’t know what to tell you except that children are cruel and her emails were hilarious.
She selected a single star on which to direct her attention. We are one light, she told herself.
I turned around to check whether the llama was still there. There he was, as fluffy and clueless as before, lashes waving as he sat on a tattered red mat thrown on the aisle.
Not just her former hands, but the whole scaffolding of the skeleton in front of her had become a Jenga tower whose crucial block had been pulled away from the bottom
“Meth was Trainspotting and Dust of Angels. Taiwanese education had worked like a charm, and he had taken a step back from the idea. What else was out there for him to try?”
When they talk, the five sisters, their words strangle each other, pulling and plucking at the threads of truth.
The sea’s sunlit hues, the model-like beach goers that crowd the snack bar, the fruit from the south that tastes of the earth—they are totally unremarkable to her.
Years later, to my own surprise, I would recognize a strange person within myself. Had I known then how strange I was, what would I have done?
I never understood the concept of wearing an outfit only once, by which I mean I’ve never thought about my own wedding.
That sweet aroma—one so acquainted with Jabril—was hanging brightly like a piece of the moon within this incantation.
What kind of exhibit on revolutionaries would it be without a living Palestinian? The rub of course is there are so few of you.
I turned around to check whether the llama was still there. There he was, as fluffy and clueless as before, lashes waving as he sat on a tattered red mat thrown on the aisle.
When she opened her door the lived-in smell burst out like gases from a can: fish sauce and charred meat, mildew and a stronger concentration of the musk he had noticed when he got close enough to her body.
“What’s more difficult? Gay marriage or ghost marriage?”
Not just her former hands, but the whole scaffolding of the skeleton in front of her had become a Jenga tower whose crucial block had been pulled away from the bottom
Looking far away, there was only the sign of the Doraemon Tea Shop. Like a borderless white pocket in a fourth-dimensional world, it could be as small or big as you wanted it to be, emitting endless bright light.
“Meth was Trainspotting and Dust of Angels. Taiwanese education had worked like a charm, and he had taken a step back from the idea. What else was out there for him to try?”
As I looked in the mirror, Master flexed His fingers against my skin, as naturally as a handler would lovingly caress their pet puppy.
When they talk, the five sisters, their words strangle each other, pulling and plucking at the threads of truth.
When the epiphyllum buds reached peak bloom, petals everywhere began to fall. They began to fall like rain.
I feel satisfied, triumphant, knowing I have loved the original donut well, though maybe it was only its glaze that I recognized.
The sea’s sunlit hues, the model-like beach goers that crowd the snack bar, the fruit from the south that tastes of the earth—they are totally unremarkable to her.
I don’t know what to tell you except that children are cruel and her emails were hilarious.
Years later, to my own surprise, I would recognize a strange person within myself. Had I known then how strange I was, what would I have done?
She selected a single star on which to direct her attention. We are one light, she told herself.
I never understood the concept of wearing an outfit only once, by which I mean I’ve never thought about my own wedding.
That sweet aroma—one so acquainted with Jabril—was hanging brightly like a piece of the moon within this incantation.