We packed up twenty-two suitcases. We sold what we could. We said too many goodbyes and cried lots of tears. We bought a house in the new place. We longed for Egyptian street food. We began to learn a different way of living.  

I stepped off the plane four days ago. I am home. Coming back from the USA, my eyes see things differently here. The muddy roads littered with rubbish and overgrown grass. The oppressive heaviness of the humidity. The negative side of humanity, se...

To our friends, coworkers, family, and students far away, I want you to know that I still see you. I see someone who walks or looks like you at the grocery store, someone who drives a car the same model or color as yours. I hear someone speaking a...

Nobody told me I would look out the window and long for a different view. Nobody told me my dreams would stop taking place at the house I grew up in and instead feature a different home, a different landscape, a different country. When I left for ...