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The last time I thought of ghosts and other spectral matters, the ground was frozen and the air frigid. Many things have thawed in the summer heat, including my once-upon-a-time persona as a “paranormal investigator.” I’m putting on that hat again — at least, for a few minutes – or, more appropriately, I’m pulling on
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Originally posted on Love, InshAllah: 1. Lately, I think in the shape of maps. Cartography is a relevant metaphor as my boundaries are bending yet again. My tongue wags in the direction of due East. I am revisiting old languages while my writing hand rests. 2. The immigrants gather together in my coffee shop, no…
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Originally posted on Love, InshAllah: Pregnant Pakistani-style. Mujtaba, Jamal, and Hamid. (Ibrahim is in my belly.) The text arrived while I sat at a coffee shop bent over a lazy notebook and a blank page. Happy Mother’s Day, the text read. Thank you for taking care of us. I can only imagine how stressful it was.…
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I forgive you. Please forgive me, too. I am trying to grow up.
Deonna Kelli Sayed 