Fruit Flies
The large windows in the kitchen of my new home let in the perfect amount of sun for…
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The large windows in the kitchen of my new home let in the perfect amount of sun for…
My lover is dying. We met late, both forty-two, both Elvis diehards, both into hiking through spectacular scenery…
If there’s one thing I learned as a medical trainee who deals daily with death, it’s that humans…
On my sixteenth birthday, my mother gave me a leather-bound journal with my name embossed in gold on…
The 91-year-old man who is my father is slowly going insane. His conversation is rambling, his ideas are…
It’s a land of tundra and toil; sacrifice and secrecy; fallacy and fight. They say Russia is a…
“Quick, the cord’s wrapped around her neck. Twice!” I remember my numb feet in the stirrups. I remember…
Following thirteen months behind my only sibling’s academic footsteps was hard. From elementary school on, she was a…
– Hello grandma, how is everything? – Oh, my dear Seyma, is that you? Since you are calling…
As I wheeled Chris off the elevator, he was quieter than the day before, definitely not in the…
She stood at the edge of the abyss, the blinding darkness engulfing her, enticing her. It would be…
“It’s my fault, all my fault; I should’ve tried harder,” he said. A quintessential characteristic of his –…
The day my husband died, my work for a newspaper had taken me out of the office to…
No concept is more central to Islam than the concept of peace. From our origins, to how we…
Trauma and memory being the strange things they are, a part of me will always be there. A…