When A Daughter Loses Her Father

It has been a year since my dad died. I am still baffled at the audacity of death, to come between a father and his child. It is an unkind separation. A tearing at the seams. Time became warped for me this past year, i am finding it hard to believe a year has gone by. The grief is still enormous and the sense of loss is ever constant. My concept of time became a measurement of time before or after...

On Mourning

I wipe the tears that come without consentI do not bother halting their descentWithout invitation, this grief makes it’s ascentRises to my throat and makes itself a tentThis sorrow is of pitiful intentOf separation and loss i am forced to lamentOnly he who has lost, knows this tormentShackled and bound, i am under arrestThere is only sadness in my heartIn death’s ugliness today i am caughtRising and...

Nawal El-Saadawi: The White Lion

 Nawal El-Saadawi has died. I feel the same way i felt when i read about the death of Fatima Mernissi. Like i lost old friends. For me, these were women who validated my truth. I never knew one could be muslim and feminist because i had never met anyone like that until i found both El-Saadawi and Mernissi through books, on my journey of self discovery. Mernissi thought me about myself and El-Saadawi...