Author Archives: speekbird

on jasmine and jibben

The first time I smelled jasmine, she completely, utterly enveloped me, surprised me. I am on the blat, the stone flooring of my jido’s house in Jibben. It is 2011 and Tata Um Ali is inside the house, sitting on

on jasmine and jibben

The first time I smelled jasmine, she completely, utterly enveloped me, surprised me. I am on the blat, the stone flooring of my jido’s house in Jibben. It is 2011 and Tata Um Ali is inside the house, sitting on

sacred

We met magical habibi. Together so magical. Genesis. Gods. We lit galaxies with our fingers. We breathed wind with our whispers. Mud was your bedsheet and our unity Adam. We died when we slept, eras passed as we slumbered, we

sacred

We met magical habibi. Together so magical. Genesis. Gods. We lit galaxies with our fingers. We breathed wind with our whispers. Mud was your bedsheet and our unity Adam. We died when we slept, eras passed as we slumbered, we

Oblivious

One time my friend met a boy at a club and they exchanged phone numbers. It was a Friday night so she had excused herself from study in exchange for debauchery and drinking, dancing and drugs – a ritual. That

Oblivious

One time my friend met a boy at a club and they exchanged phone numbers. It was a Friday night so she had excused herself from study in exchange for debauchery and drinking, dancing and drugs – a ritual. That

pro-creation

I’m sitting in a café reading excerpts of excellent prose and as I read this one by David Foster Wallace, a writer who I have been afraid to read because he has made my friends cry and my feelings are

pro-creation

I’m sitting in a café reading excerpts of excellent prose and as I read this one by David Foster Wallace, a writer who I have been afraid to read because he has made my friends cry and my feelings are

bloodsuckers

My day today is cursed with things taking blood from me that I cannot see. I woke up to the feeling of something fragile and winged latched onto my naked shoulder blade. Sleepy and drenched in California sun and my

bloodsuckers

My day today is cursed with things taking blood from me that I cannot see. I woke up to the feeling of something fragile and winged latched onto my naked shoulder blade. Sleepy and drenched in California sun and my

A Toast

I hope you live until you die. I hope you experience the fullest meanings of your favorite words. To the mornings we walked around unknowing of the coming nights. To the spaces between our faces and the spirits that live

A Toast

I hope you live until you die. I hope you experience the fullest meanings of your favorite words. To the mornings we walked around unknowing of the coming nights. To the spaces between our faces and the spirits that live

On Dave Chappelle OR On Being Apartment-less, Car-less, and Arab-less in Los Angeles

Having spent the last few years immersed in the Arab and Arab-American worlds, I am now in a place that is a lot less familiar to me. I am in a place where, on the same street, there are Himalayan

On Dave Chappelle OR On Being Apartment-less, Car-less, and Arab-less in Los Angeles

Having spent the last few years immersed in the Arab and Arab-American worlds, I am now in a place that is a lot less familiar to me. I am in a place where, on the same street, there are Himalayan