A Letter to My Cousin

Dear Wajeeha, (I always knew you as Jia) You were always such a happy baby.  

Daddy’s Girl

In the wake of the decision taken in parliament to bomb Syria, this was written by my talented husband for Rahma.…

Never Yours

“You come to ours and I’ll teach you how to make bread properly,” he said to his granddaughter.  “Using a…

The Stroke Of A Pen Across A …

You looked at me like you wished I was dead.  I saw your eyes.  Cold, hard, steely brown eyes, peeping…

They Went To The Beach Too

I look at you lying there and my heart swells like my belly was once swollen. I hover between relief…