"The pen exploded through her crisp white shirt. The ink bled through and spread like the microcosm of a galaxy onto the polyester, and the girl remembered her small thumbs staining as she held a copy of the newspaper." 

The Night Journey

Blood Suck

Through a kaleidoscope of family stories, writer Samah Fadil holds on to what it means to be Afro-Palestinian in diaspora.

Putting the pieces together: Fragments of oral history in exile

What do you think it’s going to be like tonight? It’s going to be hot and burning. That’s nice if you’re with a lady, but it ain’t no good if you’re in the desert.

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