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Marrakech Series | Musical Chairs | An impromptu tour of the Kasbah leads me back to questions around the nature of North African street socials. It has been a thing and continues to be a thing since the region’s pre and post colonial liberation periods. Men drag their wooden stools and ideas from corner to corner in pursuit of a conversation. They speak of politics and daily struggles, family woes and causes for celebration. Depending on cultural and religious etiquette,Read more

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Recommended reading on poets that speak hybrid languages: bint il neel I no surprise it was your father started it taught you allah’s word and said sing daughter sing a bird you sang from your belly to soar over all of egypt in the delta’s villages muwlads weddings ramadan breakfasts you flew your voice no surprise it was god started it put a burning in your mouth and said open up and sing you were young and a novelty voiceRead more

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Re: Process of writing poetry | The Journey Not the Destination | (Bismillah*) When I don’t understand a magical inquisition is ignited (courageux*) soul search search engine sweet wonder yonder ponder test but not judge see yet practice empathy pick up book put it down naturally curious enlightened yet delirious tabs virtual bookmark physical bookmark stop writing cross it out start again trace it in (Ya Allah*) when I don’t Understand a magical inquisition is ignited (suffisent*) either way (AlRead more

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Sti Fatma Series | The Very Real Side of Tourist Entertainment | My mother and I find ourselves serenaded bank side of a waterfall footpath as we tuck into lunch in the middle of a hiking excursion of the Sti Fatma mountains. The sound is upbeat and airy, with the thud of the bendir (frame drum) and its deep vibration being induced merily from the fibres of the gentlemen on the right. In full traditional attire (or Djelleba as theyRead more

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Recommended reading from feminist narratives in the Arab world: How long had she been living on the top floor of this empty building that stood by the side of the road? Lila couldn’t say. She didn’t question it; why count the days? It might have been before dawn today or yesterday at daybreak or perhaps three or four days ago that she was slinking around and had entered this freshly painted sunny place, as if mere chance had driven herRead more

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Re: the vagabonds we meet in travel |It Was Nice Knowing You | She was fascinated by anybody’s ability to capture a bewildering emotion in spoken or written word a systematic lyric (musique*) or a consuming melody what a gift to decipher what a joy to be as precise as traveling light and sound frequencies gravitational pulls that keep us grounded when we have nothing left (walou*) but the love we must give to another under these flickering street lightsRead more

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Recommended reading on the theme of alternative narratives to popular Western literature and a counter novel of Albert Camus’ The Stranger from an Algerian perspective: Mama’s still alive today. She doesn’t say anything now, but there are many tales she could tell. Unlike me: I’ve rehashed this story in my head so often, I almost can’t remember it anymore. I mean, it goes back more than half a century. It happened, and everyone talked about it. People still do, butRead more