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Narcissus and Echo: An Arab Girl’s Greek Tragedy

Watching you from afar, between trees and water, Praising you from within, your beauty echoes, Barred by the chains of my sin, my voices falter, Locked in my verdurous prison, you arose. Why, oh beautiful being, do you shun me?

Narcissus and Echo: An Arab Girl’s Greek Tragedy

Watching you from afar, between trees and water, Praising you from within, your beauty echoes, Barred by the chains of my sin, my voices falter, Locked in my verdurous prison, you arose. Why, oh beautiful being, do you shun me?

The Dearborn Girl’s Soliloquy

To enter Starbucks on Mich Ave or not to enter; that is the question: Whether tis nobler for the mind to suffer The endless Burberry boots & inflated lips in queue Or to CoffeeMate in PJs risking the allure of

The Dearborn Girl’s Soliloquy

To enter Starbucks on Mich Ave or not to enter; that is the question: Whether tis nobler for the mind to suffer The endless Burberry boots & inflated lips in queue Or to CoffeeMate in PJs risking the allure of

on blue bras and teta bras and authentic learning

my students and i presented at the diwan5 forum for the arts this weekend. one of the sessions had a panel with nama khalil, a bamf egyptian-american grad student who is doing research on street art arising from the arab

on blue bras and teta bras and authentic learning

my students and i presented at the diwan5 forum for the arts this weekend. one of the sessions had a panel with nama khalil, a bamf egyptian-american grad student who is doing research on street art arising from the arab

On Vaginas and RPGs

In just one day, I’ve scrolled my way through numerous posts of articles on the rape of women in Syria as a weapon of war. My peers’ comments for their linked articles ranged from expressing disgust to blanket statements of how

On Vaginas and RPGs

In just one day, I’ve scrolled my way through numerous posts of articles on the rape of women in Syria as a weapon of war. My peers’ comments for their linked articles ranged from expressing disgust to blanket statements of how

I hope to forever be a “militant sunflower.”

My sunny Saturday evening read is “Envisioning a Healed World, “an essay by the poet/educator/farer-of-light Mark Gonzales. I’ve experienced Mark speak and perform multiple times and each time I come away with a new energy — sometimes this energy comes

I hope to forever be a “militant sunflower.”

My sunny Saturday evening read is “Envisioning a Healed World, “an essay by the poet/educator/farer-of-light Mark Gonzales. I’ve experienced Mark speak and perform multiple times and each time I come away with a new energy — sometimes this energy comes

Confessions of a Teacher Who Takes Things Way Too Personally

I am a teacher. This translates into a lot of things. At bars, stating my profession elicits reactions ranging from raised eyebrows to free rounds of shots to awkwardly indirect and occasionally funny comments about my sixteen-year-old male students’ attraction to

Confessions of a Teacher Who Takes Things Way Too Personally

I am a teacher. This translates into a lot of things. At bars, stating my profession elicits reactions ranging from raised eyebrows to free rounds of shots to awkwardly indirect and occasionally funny comments about my sixteen-year-old male students’ attraction to

I am sad for Hugo Chavez’s death.

I am sad for Hugo Chavez’s death. I am. Not because I felt any particular affinity for the Venezuelan president and nemesis of the West. Not because of the time I laughed in a precarious sadness, a hilarity, a relief

I am sad for Hugo Chavez’s death.

I am sad for Hugo Chavez’s death. I am. Not because I felt any particular affinity for the Venezuelan president and nemesis of the West. Not because of the time I laughed in a precarious sadness, a hilarity, a relief

On “The Ethics of Private School”

http://thinkprogress.org/yglesias/2010/09/20/198576/the-ethics-of-private-school/ So the other day, I took a teacher field trip of sorts that will stick with me for a while — for a long while, I think. Having grown up in a middle class city/suburb/whatever you can call it

On “The Ethics of Private School”

http://thinkprogress.org/yglesias/2010/09/20/198576/the-ethics-of-private-school/ So the other day, I took a teacher field trip of sorts that will stick with me for a while — for a long while, I think. Having grown up in a middle class city/suburb/whatever you can call it

no longer too hipster to be muslim

http://30mosques.com/2011/08/theres-something-in-the-air/ This one reminds me of what I learned about Antinomian Sufis in college; learning about them struck me because they would shave off their hair and make themselves “ugly” just to show the outwardly pious Muslims that Islam isn’t

no longer too hipster to be muslim

http://30mosques.com/2011/08/theres-something-in-the-air/ This one reminds me of what I learned about Antinomian Sufis in college; learning about them struck me because they would shave off their hair and make themselves “ugly” just to show the outwardly pious Muslims that Islam isn’t

Muslims Gone Wild @ ShariaFest 2011 — “Get the f*** out of here, man!”

This past weekend, I was volunteering at the Arab American Institute table at the Arab Festival with some friends and there was an older white man carrying a video camera perusing the artisan tent. Strange white man then conveniently stationed

Muslims Gone Wild @ ShariaFest 2011 — “Get the f*** out of here, man!”

This past weekend, I was volunteering at the Arab American Institute table at the Arab Festival with some friends and there was an older white man carrying a video camera perusing the artisan tent. Strange white man then conveniently stationed