Traffic Lights & Other Observations|Why I’m an Idiot and Not a Very Polite Person Sometimes

To all of this, my mom’s repeated words to me, “Just let it go! Ish3alaich minhum?” What? Just let men stare at me because they feel it’s their divine right? And it’s not as if they find me attractive because my looks don’t appeal to the Kuwaiti, Middle Eastern, Indian, or Philipino (actually they don’t […]

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Cultural Re-Expressions 101

I loved painting the qutras (headscarves) on these men. The main character in the white, summer dishdasha is a little like the eating boy. He’s in his own world, sitting on his throne atop a hill, oblivious to all. In fact, it’s funny because this man in all his arrogance was based on someone I […]

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