american muslim female writers
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Rain
It had rained for five days. Hard, like a rage spilling into the earth. I had my mountaintop writing residency waiting, the one with scenic hiking trails and early hints of fall foliage. To be honest, the rain made me mad. “Maybe,” my son said, “…maybe the rain is coming to wash your old stories…
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A Summer, Some Stories
What a summer! The summer began with my son’s return from the Middle East. He got off that airplane now man-size and full of wit and sarcasm. I’m happy to be a mom again. Having a 13-year-old eight grader keeps me relevant. I now know more than I ever imagined about YouTube and gaming. This season was abundant…
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Storytelling!
Finally. My stories are coming to life. Sort of. In you are anywhere near Chapel Hill, NC on September 12, 2015, please come out to The Monti’s season opener where I take the stage and expound on Danger! I’m honored to be part of a NC storytelling tradition, and I think I’ll look great on…
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Contested Whiteness: True Tales of a White Muslim Woman
My car battery dies today, so I call AAA. A tattooed technician in his mid 40s arrives. He is blond, Southern accent thick, and his hands are deeply rutted with grease and the trials of a Battery Service Tech. I will call him Joe. Joe is jovial and helpful. He starts to flirt a little…
Deonna Kelli Sayed 