Creative Writing
Poetry
Irrealis
By Rose Kulsum-Binder
At night reality takes to slumber,
Dreams awaken, rumble,
And thunder.
Brother
By Jinan Ismail
Jaw-clenching,
foot-tapping,
door-slamming,
sitting with your knees three feet apart:
Where We Once Stood
By Zarnain Abdul-Samad
Where We Once Stood,
at the Edge of
Winter and Spring
Prose
A Biography of Days that Mattered Most
By Asma Alabed
I threw my head into the ocean. Off the East Coast not far from where we lost our first kisses to boys who did not know a thing about what the particles we were made of meant. Mistaking my pixie dust for that of saw. Do you remember?
Love After Loss
By Rama Tolimat
By 8:00 am, everyone at my grandparent’s house is awake and sat at the breakfast table which understandably makes me furious, as I cannot comprehend why anyone would be awake this early during the summer vacation.
Vignette
By Shreya Bhatia
To 60-year-old Aruna Mathur, maneuvering through unruly traffic and walking in between rikshaws and autos felt like going into war. She waddled at a slow pace, water bottle and bags in hand, lagging behind her nieces, nephews and grandchildren.
Estranged from My Own Heritage
By Mariem Amer
A visit back to my country was long overdue by then; my family and I made our way to my home city, Alexandria, for the summer of 2012. I experienced the last few days of Ramadan and the following Eid Al-Fitr for the first (conscious) time in my life in Egypt.