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My 6 o’clock alarm is a hammer cracking my head; the sky is grey and foggy. I used to love those days, the cold breath, the hot coffee rambling down my freezing throat

Overwhelmingly answering a question that puts me in front of the harsh realisation that every inch of my body and my existence is politicised

Today, this week, this month, this year, the last couple of years of my life I have been angry, angry at the society

I want to write about my father and the shift in the caring dynamic of the relationship.

Hello, my name is Rawan, and I believe that I am my mother’s daughter; I was made to fight, I believe my life is to be filled with coffee, wine and love

“the world is not waiting for your perfect sentence. but the world is waiting for your contribution”