Zyphera

Dear Human, You are only human flesh. For you—the women, children, and old people who suffer in the ignorance and in the silence of the world, and even your own—you…

One day our babies will be grown. When mine fly the nest, I will look back at my life. You…you will have succeeded in your career. Your two kids will…

I don’t remember when it was. I don’t remember where I left you. It seemed for a moment that I had left you on a plane from Bukavu to Cairo.…

Breathing stops. Snorkeling. A nervous hand, yet paralyzed. Heartbeats without rhythm. My gaze doesn’t know what to stare at. I seek, but I don’t know where. Lost in a blank…

Masses of small grains, infiltrating and interfering. The sand passes through the window and falls cynically on the table I use as a desk. A filter of dust separates my…

Once, someone told me, “Egyptians don’t drink alcohol, they smoke hashish. They are very religious but harass women in the street. Their wives cover their heads but wear skin-tight leggings.…

My eastern days… Are the coal on the veils of anonymous women, and the copper on the manes of women with red claws Are the throbbing and hypnotic call of…

I haven’t lived for a very long time. However, until now, each of my breaths has been a story, a summary of humanity, a life in itself. With every blink,…

He is not a lesson; he is a reminder. I wrote once in a note for my organization’s website that his notoriety does not come from his speeches to the…

The kiss announces the slap. The slap follows the kiss. You have trained me like an abused child, to feel enough pain that I am no longer afraid. If I…