The bubbles of my life

I’m often asked, if I could remember the time before the reunification. I can’t really because I was too young. But there are some fragments like the janitor, who swirled me around in the air and I lost my chewing gum, and maybe someone found […]

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War as a marginal detail

Today passes with the same routine since I was born, only the faces add something new that I can mention; before, I was a child that passersby looked at wondering what species was this creature. I am the same person today, with more baldness, and […]

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Double Standards

“It’s on me.” The pretty guy behind the bar winks at her with ice-blue eyes as he puts down the gin tonic in front of her. She beams at him, glad about the attention and then she soothes down her shirt before she takes a […]

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We dream today. We dream tomorrow.

Seeing the light of your smile is enough to make me want to live, even if metaphorically and nothing more. I only know a little about immigration; I know every letter that has been written about exile, eeriness, and tears in the darkest of the […]

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Hazem

War makes me angry. It makes me angry and sad and powerless at the same time and whenever I hear a story or meet someone who has fled war, whenever I see pictures on TV, I want to cry. At some point in the last […]

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