Hüzün

Illustration by Eman Wasef for Muftah In memory of Mahasin Agha “It isn’t GRIEF.” came out too loudly made a few of them uncomfortable crossing arms and feet under chairs. How do I...
July 16th, 2018
 

Writing My Sea

The first and most important ritual I always perform upon returning to my adopted homeland, Oman, is to pay my respects to the sea before dusk. It is my favorite time to see the sea, the time I feel the most...
July 16th, 2018
 

Ho[me]

Whether you ask me now 5 years ago 30 years from now   I don’t think I could tell you if home is a place A feeling A time A person Or plural   “When I go home”...
July 16th, 2018
 

Beirut-Trablos

Viraf was plodding down a narrow sidewalk along the highway, dragging behind him two bags that screeched over the lumpy sidewalk. He was with his friend, Masoud, searching for the Charles Helou bus station....
July 16th, 2018
 

Bahr

Illustration by Eman Wasef for Muftah I was born into a family of Libyan swimmers. By “swimmers,” I do not mean Olympians in training. We were happy drifters in the most exquisite body of water this...
July 16th, 2018