Moroccan Girl, by Abdellah AziziThe Salt of Sun-Warmed Skin
The air in the high desert has a specific grit to it, a dry, mineral taste that settles on the back of the throat like fine flour. I remember the feeling of sun-baked stone against my palms, the way the heat radiates upward, humming against…
Drawn Life, by Ali BerradaThe Weight of a Welcome
I spent an hour this morning trying to fix a leaky faucet. My hands were clumsy, the wrench kept slipping, and I felt that familiar, sharp irritation rising in my chest. I was so focused on the frustration of the task that I didn't hear the…
Splendid Fireworks!
When I was a kid, I loved to see the fireworks up in the sky! With sparkling lights scattered through the night, it seemed so grand, so splendid to my little mind that I never quite get over the craving for fireworks till today. Those swirls…