The first time I visited the Cairo Institute of Liberal Arts and Sciences (CILAS), my Uber driver...
The first vivid memory I have of Arabic class was plotting how to skip it; my last...
Growing up in an unwelcoming city for women with strict parents, I never developed a sense of...
When I was six-years-old, my parents told me people who like writing (which I loved at the...
I remember how I wrote my suicide letter and had the knife to my wrist. My beautiful...
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