Zagazig is a place in EgyptEvery time I look at my daughter I see three people. Me, my own father, and her.Aug 29, 20231Aug 29, 20231
Bio-breakTo work in modern American society is to be a robot. We are the strangest robots ever created. Some of us are robots that still make things…Aug 3, 2022Aug 3, 2022
Too great to liveUntil an overcast spring day, walking on a grassy shoulder of a thoroughfare in in Rockville, Maryland, I believed I was going to die…Aug 1, 2022Aug 1, 2022
I feel helpless and powerless.The last couple weeks of the pandemic have seen two things happening in my world. One the one hand, after many months of shutdown and…Dec 3, 2020Dec 3, 2020
Dancing your way to freedomWhen I was 13, I was cast as the lead in the school musical. I was pudgy with adolescence, right in that moment where grown men could…Jun 16, 2020Jun 16, 2020
Minimizing WhitenessIn the last three weeks I’ve been forced to reflect on my own whiteness. My mother was white. And my father — well, there’s a long and…Jun 14, 20201Jun 14, 20201
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