There was something deeper than skin tone: I needed to think of myself as Syrian-Jewish instinctively, beyond what white men had defined in books.
Browsing: Prose
For every ‘mamasita’ I’ve ever received I have an equal number of ‘cochina’—balanced like Rosary beads, and a prayer I hear everyday.
The more challenging an audience, the longer I hold my pauses. It’s exhilarating.
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1995: A man grabs my brother, turns to me and says, “You black dogs.” I drop my lunch box.
I wanted to weep knowing that someone, somewhere, had had the exact same experiences as me.
A black, single woman. Travelling on her own. The only one. With an afro weave. The odds aren’t in my favour.
When I was little, my mother would threaten me with dishonour whenever I misbehaved.
Warm but suffocating is Sri Lanka in a nutshell for me.
“To create dangerously is to create a revolt against silence.”