Sekka Fall | Winter 2022: The Neo-Arabs

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Editor-In-Chief Manar Alhinai Managing Editor Sharifah Alhinai Art Director Maya Al Moukayed Cover Image Adham Alsaiaari (Photographer) Farangiz Masumova (Graphic designer) Featured Personalities Fatma Ali Abed, Amani Al-Khatatbeh, Osamah Al-Shubbar, Abdulaziz Al Hosni, Marwa Al Kalbani, Dana Al Rashid, Khalid Al Shaqsi, Ali Al Sharji, Ali Al Shehabi, Zainab Alradhi, Yara Ayoob, Rakan Hamad, Nagham Khader, Ishaq Madan, Dean Majd, Enas Sistani, Abu Shaheem and Khayal. Contributing Writers Abdullah Al-Ameeri, Amna Alharmoodi, Maha Kadi, Maryam Malik and Shahd Thani. Intern Sadeem Al-Qorashi About: Sekka is an independent publication and integrated creative platform that is dedciated to arts, culture, literature and opinions from the Arab world, with a focus on the Arab Gulf States. It has been published since 2017 to share the rich stories of the region and amplify the voices of its people. Copyright: © 2022 Sekka Ltd. All rights reserved. Neither this publication or any part of it may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written consent of Sekka Ltd. Sekka is published three times a year by Sekka Ltd., a company registered in London, the United Kingdom. For corrections, please e-mail editorial@sekkamag.com.

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We still remember sitting in the car six years ago, frustrated at how Arabs continue to be misrepresented by international media. Our discussion arose by way of coincidence, but little did we know then that our careers were about to take on a new direction. We realised then and there that being frustrated will not be enough to solve the problem. If we wanted something to change, we needed to do our part. If we believed in anything, we believed in the power of the written word, and because there was an evident gap in the international media front for a media brand that would step up and provide an authentic narrative to one of the most important, yet misunderstood, regions in the world, we knew we had to do something about it. Luckily, many of our Arab counterparts shared our frustration. Many wanted to read stories about their region written by people who were from or had lived there for a significant amount of time. Many sought authentic narratives and representation. Being the founders of Sekka has been more than just a job for us. It wasn’t just about founding a media brand and sharing content. It became a mission, and our inspiration to look for different and new avenues to share and celebrate art, culture and literature stories and voices from the region to the world.

website and a brand that celebrates our region’s rich culture and creative scenes through our different artistic and cultural programmes and events that, with the help of our partners, we are able to execute around the region. Central to all our programmes, projects and content have been the new generations of Arabs, those who were raised by parents who were born before the mass development that took place thanks to the discovery of oil, especially in sub-regions within the Arab world, such as the Arab Gulf States. Their creative drive, and their passion for their crafts, continue to inspire our team, and thus we decided to dedicate this issue to them. We started planning this issue, the way we always do, with a question. What does it mean to be an Arab in 2022? Through our pages, we explore how the new generation of Arabs, in particular, are celebrating the old in new ways and expanding beyond what has been familiar to the generations prior. We examine how they are holding onto, expressing and reinventing their Arab identity. We sit down and discuss with them why they believe it’s important, now more than ever, to celebrate their identity and culture with people from around the world. We introduce you to the neo-Arabs. Turn the page to meet them.

What started as a conversation born out of frustration, grew to become one of the leading independent media companies focused on the Arab world, a print magazine, a

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From Mastoor's Desert Caravan Collection 2020. Image courtesy of Mastoor.

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Words by Sharifah Alhinai

TACKLING RACISM ONE POEM AT A TIME


Abdullah Al-Ameeri. Image courtesy of Abdullah Al-Ameeri.

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32-year-old Abdullah Al-Ameeri, who is more well known as Digital Abdullah on social media, is one of the Arab world’s young emerging poets. Like many of his generation, the Bahraini national publishes his work, which centres on themes of love, mortality, nature, mental health, social activism and personal growth, on his social media channels.

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In 2019, Al-Ameeri published a poem titled ‘I Hear You,’ which revolves around the racism he experienced at the hands of his teacher, amongst others, when he was a child. The poem is dedicated to AlAmeeri’s younger self, whom he tries to comfort and console. ‘I Hear You,’ which is published in the literature section of this issue, marked the first time that AlAmeeri opened up about this topic, and several other poems that revolve around racism and Black identity followed, such as ‘Untitled’ and ‘Invitations,’ to positive interactions from his peers. Tackling racism and expressing pride in one’s Black identity through poetry has become one of the things that Al-Ameeri is known for today to his growing readership. I spoke to the young poet about his literary beginnings, the challenge of opening up about the racism he experienced growing up, and the responsibility he feels today as an Afro-Arab poet. This interview has been edited for the purposes of length and clarity. Describe the beginnings of your literary journey. What first sparked your interest in expressing

yourself through literature, and why poetry, in particular? AA: I think I’ve always been a good writer. From my early days in school, I was that one kid in the class who would ask for an extra paper during writing activities, but somehow, it took me till my mid-20’s to be fully dedicated to writing. Before poetry, I used to write news for gaming websites, but after that path came to an end, I found myself equipped with new skills, a lot of free time, and infinite thoughts and ideas to express. In real life, I’m a man of few words. I would describe my way of communicating as saying more with less, and that led me directly to poetry, because it is a craft where not only you say more with less, but also say it with carefully curated words that deliver sonically pleasing results. Who are some of the poets and writers that you look up to? AA: The first poet that comes to mind is Robert Frost. Many of my favourite poems are written by him, and I tried mimicking his style early on. Another would be Gil Scott-Heron. When my writing was growing, he was a great inspiration because of his way of tackling social and political issues beautifully. I’m also heavily inspired by hip-hop. I consider rap-

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pers to be the best modern-day poets. The ones that I look up to the most are Tupac Shakur and Rakim. They both revolutionised music with their incredible storytelling and powerful delivery skills that I want to get better and better at. Why the name ‘Digital Abdullah’ on social media? AA: The idea first came to me while studying binary systems in computer science. The word digital came up a lot in the books, and I picked it up from there. The reason I thought it suits me is that people have referred to me as robotic or robot-like since I was a kid because I only said a few words and rarely laughed or showed emotions. You could say that Digital Abdullah is an alias representing how I was (and still am) seen by others. A number of your poems revolve around racism that you experienced for being Black, and about Black identity. How challenging did you find it to write about these topics (if at all), and why do you think it is important to do so? AA: Writing about racism and anti-Blackness is challenging for many reasons. The first one is personal, what I experienced since I was a child was soul

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crushing, it affected me in many ways. The first time I wrote a poem about these issues was in 2019, through ‘I Hear You.’ It was the first time I found myself crying not only while writing the poem, but also while performing it at a poetry night and afterwards. It was then that I knew how deeply hurt I am by the things that happened to me and continue to happen to other Black people around me, which brings me to the second reason why it’s a challenge to write about it. It’s not an issue that people normally talk about, and I’ll go as far as to say that the majority of people deny the very existence of racism and anti-Blackness in our societies. It became my mission to speak about it in my work, share the stories and experiences that society keeps sweeping under the rugs, and show that these issues are so deeply rooted in the Arab world. What does it mean to be an Afro-Arab poet today? What do you hope to highlight to a global audience through your work, especially since you write in English? Why is that important? AA: Personally, I feel that being an Afro-Arab poet means that I carry a responsibility of not only telling the unique stories and experiences of being Black in the Arab world, but also challenging the stereotypes


and expectations that come with having Black skin. I must also insist that there are countless different Black Arab identities and backgrounds. I only happen to represent mine. I want everyone in the world to read my poems. Reaching a wide audience is important to me. It's one of the main reasons I choose to write in English, for it’s a more universal language, and I did get feedback for my poetry from different parts of the world, from India to Sweden, Nigeria to the United States. My work is global. What are your dreams and ambitions for your literary work?

What has been the most rewarding part of literary journey? AA: I think the most rewarding thing for me is seeing how my poems touched people’s hearts and made them feel heard and understood. I received a lot of messages from people admitting they related to the story I shared in my poem ‘I Hear You.’ This very special human connection always reminds me of why I write, not for money and fame, but to touch someone’s heart.

AA: I want to grow and learn more about writing, not only poetry but other forms as well. I dream of writing a poetry book, one that is a collection of my best works, and another that follows a specific concept. I’m also interested in writing screenplays and have ambitions to see a marriage between my poetry and filmmaking. Lastly, my biggest dream is to write a comprehensive story that covers topics I care about, like race, culture, environment and music, and I hope that this story ends up earning global recognition that I know I’m capable of earning.

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MASTOOR IS MAKING MODEST MENSWEAR COOL


From Mastoor's Andalusia Collection. Image courtesy of Mastoor.

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Over the last decade, social media has paved the way for modest womenswear blogs and influencers to rise. Modest fashion is about dressing in fashion garments aligned with one’s religious beliefs or preferred way of dressing. Though currently associated with Muslim women, men from various religious and cultural backgrounds are opting for modest fashion.

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According to the State of the Global Islamic Economy Report 2020/21, the modest fashion industry is valued at USD 277 billion and estimated to grow to USD 311 billion by 2024. Top fashion houses such as Tory Burch and Burberry introduced special collections to cater to the growing modest wear market segment. In 2017, Nike introduced a sports hijab. Though modest womenswear continues to see a surge in demand, there is still room to cater to modest menswear. The common image that comes to mind when thinking of modest menswear is a thobe, a long dress worn by Arab and Muslim men. Mastoor, which means covering a body with modesty in Arabic, is on a mission to cater to men looking for modest clothing. Co-founded by Moroccan-Dutch husband-and-wife duo Abu Shaheem and Umm Uways in 2019, the Amsterdam-based fashion brand is inspired by the limitations in the range of menswear today, and is on a mission to introduce stylish menswear designed with Islamic guidelines in mind. In the following interview, Abu Shaheem recounts the beginnings of building Mastoor, the global reactions to their fashion collections and their brand as-

pirations. This interview was edited for the purposes of length and clarity. How did your Afro-European background affect your fashion design process? AS: We were in search of menswear that could fit in both worlds. Imagine going to the mosque with traditional clothing and going back to work (office or wherever), where the Western society doesn’t share the same values or guidelines when it comes to clothing. We wanted to create something that could fit in both worlds without denying our identity and ethics. How does your modest fashion collection differ from what is currently offered in the market? AS: Western society has a notion that only Muslim women are obliged to cover themselves and their private parts. But the fact is that concealing specific parts of the body goes for men and women. The body parts that should be covered are called awrah in Arabic. We currently offer a wide range of sustainable and fashionable garments within the guidelines that cover the awrah. For example, the practical use of

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our denims and worker pants for making the prayer actions more comfortable. Second, our t-shirts and sweaters are all loose fit and have an extended fit in comparison to regular shirts and sweaters in the market. Around the Ramadan and Eid seasons, we offer exclusive thobes in unique fabrics and colours. What differentiates our brand is the sustainable perspective that we derive from our religion. We believe that there is no aesthetics without ethics. Arabic has a lot of words for beauty, from jamal to baha, malaha and many others. Each one of these words focuses on a different aspect, but the highest form is husn. Husn is beauty that comes from doing good. True beauty cannot come from ugly deeds. Mastoor holds these ethics high. All of our products are made in limited quantities to reduce the ecological footprint and to have as little unnecessary stock as possible. And when making the garments, we aim for minimal waste. Another aspect in which we differ is that we control and follow the chain from sourcing fabrics to manufacturing, packaging to logistics. We are not 100 per cent sustainable but, by the will of Allah, that is the aim we aspire to achieve.

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And finally, what sets us apart is that we are a storytelling brand that wants to contribute to spreading Islamic inspired stories, history and knowledge. But also, to contribute to more awareness when it comes to honest clothing and being kind to nature. Where do you derive inspiration for your designs from? AS: Our inspiration comes from natural elements that Allah has blessed us with. If you look at our collections, they all represent the blessings that we tend to overlook or take for granted on a daily basis. For example: trees, mountains, water, the sun and moon. We also share stories of our rich Islamic heritage, for example, within the Andalusia Collection, or our AnNahl Capsule, which is inspired by the bees that are giving us the example of how to live as an ummah, or nation, in harmony. How have reactions been to Mastoor so far, from Muslims and non-Muslims alike? AS: The feedback that we get is more than positive from Muslims who are seeking fashionable cloth-


From Mastoor's Desert Caravan Collection 2020. Image courtesy of Mastoor.

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From Mastoor's Andalusia Collection 2021. Image courtesy of Mastoor.

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From Mastoor's Moonsight Collection 2022. Image courtesy of Mastoor.

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ing based on an Islamic perspective. We also receive great reactions from non-Muslims who are looking for something different to wear. We don’t want to set limits to only serve Muslims. It’s for everyone to wear, and we are grateful to contribute to dressing men appropriately and modestly. Why is men’s modest fashion important? AS: We think that a brand like Mastoor is offering diversity in a cosmopolitan fashion industry, and the right way to do it for us is not to wait until somebody presents it for us and to us as a community. We experienced that it is a privilege to use our knowledge and God-given talent to create something of our own where we can identify ourselves as Muslims and feel proud of it when wearing it. How important is it for you that fashion showcases your Muslim identity in today’s world? AS: For us, it’s very important that fashion showcases our Muslim identity, to be proud of that identity and yet to present ourselves in a decent way with modesty and piety.

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What are your future goals and ambitions for Mastoor? AS: We hope to keep creating beautiful garments for men but hopefully for women and children in the future. We would love to create more possibilities that fit in our vision of being more than only a clothing brand but to be an asset to the Muslim community in many ways. We hope that in the future, we can contribute to employment possibilities, charity programs, awareness projects and empowering our Muslim youth to strive for a halal way of living and entrepreneurship.


From Mastoor's Andalusia Collection 2021. Image courtesy of Mastoor.

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From Mastoor's Moonsight Collection 2022. Image courtesy of Mastoor.

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Words by Manar Alhinai

CHANGING THE WAY THE WORLD SEES ARAB CULTURE


Days Are Long But Nights Are Longer by Ali Al Shehabi.

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They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and in the case of stereotypes, a picture could present a culture in a way that is far from the truth, and which can result in harm. This has been the case for Arabs as a group. It’s not uncommon to hear Arabs frustrated at the way international media, television shows and films continue to portray them in the light of terrorism and backwardness.

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But three young Bahraini creatives, Ishaq Madan, Yara Ayoob and Ali Al Shehabi, appreciate that their photos can speak tens of thousands of words, and have decided to take matters into their own hands and challenge these negative stereotypes through what they know best: the camera and social media. To many, the small kingdom, which borders Saudi Arabia, has historically been known as a pearl diving hub, its people’s friendly nature and its rich history. In the last few years, however, it has witnessed an increased rise of a young generation of artists and photographers who strive to showcase elements of its rich culture on an international scale through various creative mediums. With the help of social media, they have been able to attract viewers from around the world. Madan, Ayoob and Al Shehabi are part of this generation that has garnered regional and international attention, and are using photography as a medium to battle misconceptions about Arabs by highlighting elements of their rich Bahraini culture. What drives these three photographers to continue sharing elements of their culture with a global audience on their social media pages and beyond? How do they continue to shatter stereotypes and how has the international audience responded to their conceptual work? They walk me through their journeys. The interviews have been edited for the purposes of length and clarity.

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ISHAQ MADAN

Youth and culture are central in the works of the 29-year-old Bahraini photographer, whose work featuring traditional Bahraini drummers is one of the first art pieces you will encounter when you land at Bahrain’s International Airport. 34


A portait of Ishaq Madan by Ishaq Madan.

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Bahrain - Wicked Games feat Angela Costa by Ishaq Madan.

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Recently, Madan gained further attention when a photograph featuring two young Bahraini men dressed in traditional thobe (a dress worn by Arab men) while skateboarding in front of Bahrain’s Youth Road, was featured by Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art (MoMa) Photo Club, and displayed on posters in subway stations across the city. Madan aims to battle misconceptions about Arab culture through his work, and believes that Arab photographers have an important role to play when it comes to challenging negative stereotypes about them that continue to infiltrate international media. What drives you to focus on sharing elements of your Bahraini and Arab culture through your work? IM: As I grow more mature in my photography practice, I realise the importance of creating and sharing elements of my culture as opposed to insignificant visual imagery that holds no value in the greater discourse of things. Further exploring elements of my culture has been quite rewarding as it has also helped me understand myself and the world around me better.

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What role do young photographers from the Arab region have when it comes to battling misconceptions through their work? IM: Young photographers have a significant role to play in correcting misconceptions. Their works could converse between the young and older generations, creating an informed bond of understanding and sparking positive change. The world today is still filled with bitterness and ignorance, which is quite frightening. What young photographers can bring to the table are powerful messages that defy ignorant standards imposed by the mainstream media. As your creative career progresses, what part of your Bahraini and Arab culture would you like to further share with an international audience, and why is this important? IM: The thobe and ghitra [head covering worn by men in various parts of the Arab world] play a central role in a majority of my work. Over the years, I have noticed how disrespected it is and often associated with either terrorism or extreme wealth, which frankly is not the case. I have also often wondered why we do not see Arabs wearing the thobe in the West in


Bahrain Bloom by Ishaq Madan.

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Bahrain - Shabab Al Mustaqbel by Ishaq Madan. This image was displayed by the MoMa Photo Club.

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Bahrain - Dial One For Eidkm Mbarek feat Yara Ayoob by Ishaq Madan.

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Previous spread, image on right: Bahrain Hurry Up We're Dreaming Now by Ishaq Madan.

comparison to other traditional clothing worn by other communities living abroad. Is it because we fear being ridiculed or verbally abused? As such, I like to reflect a more playful and welcoming experience through my visual imagery. Do you believe that photography can smash stereotypes? IM: To this day, we seem to be placed under a subtle narrative of ‘Arab bad,’ ‘Arab exotic’ and similar connotations that only do more harm than good. Ironically, during my time in England last year, a lecturer, during a conversation, subtly implied that I had an ‘oil well in my backyard’. Such statements can tell you a lot about how our region and the people in the region are viewed abroad. That being said, young photographers need to be self-aware and deliberate with the messages they are trying to convey. Unfortunately, trends such as ‘Arabian Nights’ on TikTok further damage and validate the way the West views the East, which tells us we still have a long way to go in unlearning and being accountable for what we share. Edward Said would be extremely disappointed if he were still here with us.

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YARA AYOOB

Amongst her 94 thousand followers on Instagram, Ayoob has become known as the go-to person for all things brows-related, especially after the 25-year-old Dubai based Bahraini content creator and makeup artist became Benefit Middle East’s Regional Brow Artist and spokesperson in 2019. 44


Desert Scarecrow by Yara Ayoob.

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Never Enough Teapots by Yara Ayoob.

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But beyond her cosmetics expertise, what has also made her stand out amongst the virtual crowds — aside from her ability to achieve the perfect brows — is her commitment to representing Bahraini, and wider Khaleeji (Arab Gulf) culture, by wearing abayat al-Ras in many of the quirky photoshoots that she regularly holds to produce beauty (and non-beauty) related social media content. Abayat al-Ras is a loose-fitting usually black cloak that women across the Gulf region have worn for centuries. What distinguishes it in style from the black cloak, or abaya, that is more commonly worn by Khaleeji women today is that abayat al-Ras — as its name in Arabic suggests — rests on the head rather than on the shoulders. In addition, it is usually worn by older generations of Gulf women, and is noticeably less popular amongst young women who opt for more fashion-forward abayat (plural of abaya) that rests on the shoulders, or none at all. Through her photographs, which she takes by herself and with the help of her siblings, Ayoob’s sense of fashion and celebration of traditional garment, has served as an unconventional tool for her to break stereotypes with her international audience, who ap-

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plaud her for creatively sharing part of her culture that they don’t see in international media. You continue to focus on covering elements from Bahrain’s culture, especially traditional clothing that the youth generally no longer wear. What motivates you? YA: Year after year, I feel closer to my culture — especially since I live away from it. What motivates me is my curiosity to always learn more about my culture and translate my learnings through the content I create. Every time I go back to Bahrain, specifically Manama Souq, I feel a wave of inspiration and a rush of adrenaline that makes me want to create and educate the world about our beautiful heritage. Whether it’s by wearing abayat al-Ras to take TikTok videos or posing with traditional accessories on Instagram; it sparks interest in viewers and instils some curiosity in them, making them want to learn more about our Khaleeji culture. Another reason why I focus on those elements is simply out of pure love for them. Every stitch tells a story. It makes me feel close to where I come from.


Yara Ayoob in abayat al-Ras. Image by Adham Alsaiaari. Graphic design by Farangiz Masumova.

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As much of your growing audience is international, what message do you wish for your content to convey to them about your Bahraini and wider Arab culture? YA: The realness of our culture, the sense of community, the laughs, the smiles, the kindness and the peace; the overall values instilled in us from birth. However, in order to tackle misinformation to the Western audience, it is crucial for us to tackle misinformation within our own audiences first. Arab cinema is riddled with abuse against women, racism, misogyny, prejudice and the list goes on. We still have a lot of work to do in order for us to move forward as a society, both on- and off-screen. Young Arab filmmakers, creators, and photographers are doing an outstanding job in breaking those barriers already, and I’m excited to see them take global stages. I hope to be one of those pioneers as well. How has your focus on displaying Arab culture helped in breaking stereotypes with international audiences? YA: I’ve received countless messages from amazing women abroad telling me how shocked they were

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to see an Arab hijab-wearing woman so differently than how their media portrays us to them. We can’t control everything people see, but we can only hope to be the difference in what they see. One post can make them question everything they’ve known about us, and that’s the mentality I have in my creative process. The small international audience I have enjoy our culture and find it beautiful. Being able to change one person’s perception in a positive way definitely has a domino effect and, hopefully, we’ll be able to break those stereotypes in the near future.


Being able to change one person’s perception in a positive way definitely has a domino effect.

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ALI AL SHEHABI

For the 28-year-old photographer, venturing into photography was almost accidental. It all started in the summer of 2016, when he practised photography as an experimental hobby with friends, after borrowing a camera from his mother, an avid lover of photography. 52


Ali Al Shehabi. Image by Yazeed Ahmed.

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Shortly after, the young photographer enjoyed photography so much that he dropped out of his petroleum engineering major, and pursued a visual arts major in Japan. Living abroad, away from home, made Al Shehabi realise how the Arab world is misunderstood. He thus made it his mission to move back to Dubai, where he lived at the time, and to showcase the Arab world in his photography, the way he believes it should be seen. To combat misconceptions about Arabs, Al Shehabi worked on the Men of the Pearl Series, which presents Arab men and masculinity culture in a new light. Like Madan, the series has been featured by MoMa Photo Club, as well as the Cortona on the Move Photography Festival in Saudi Arabia, CNN, and has been selected for the Arab Documentary Photography Program (ADPP) grant in association with the Arab Fund for Arts and Culture (AFAC), Magnum Photos and the Prince Claus Fund. Tell us about your latest series, Men of the Pearl. What was the inspiration behind it, and what do you hope to achieve through it? AA: My series, Men of the Pearl, started very spontaneously. I had stopped photography for about more

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than a year due to the pandemic and not being able to explore my practice. I had moved to Bahrain in the summer of 2020 for the first time. Even though I am from Bahrain, I felt like a stranger in my own land, which made it very exciting. I enjoy going through my old family albums even from the times when I was not born, and seeing the photographs of the men in my family. The idea to me was to photograph Bahraini men in their households, surrounded by their belongings and memories that they carry. The pearl within the name represents the Kingdom of Bahrain, which has been known as the 'Pearl of the Gulf.' The project shines a spotlight on masculinity, vulnerability and home interiors that I find fascinating within the Arab world. All the people photographed are my friends, as the project is still fresh and growing. What does it mean to be an Arab photographer today? What do you hope to highlight to a global audience through your work, and why is that important? AA: I personally would like to highlight to a global audience that our region is full of warmth, love and a culture that needs to be tapped into and where


Ali Al Shehabi. Image by Abdullah Al Yarubi.

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Portrait of Essa Al Hujairy from The Men of the Pearl Series by Ali Al Shehabi.

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Portait of Salman Al Koheji, from The Men of the Pearl Series by Ali Al Shehabi.

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Unity Side A by Ali Al Shehabi.

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everyone is welcome. Personally, my work revolves around storytelling, reflection and sometimes humour without compromising the soul and core of our culture. It's a never-ending self-exploration within the culture, which I believe is important and beneficial to anyone in the practice. My aim is to make the viewer feel as though they were present in the space; a still moment of life.

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I felt like a stranger in my own land, which made it very exciting.

Image on left: Portrait of Abdullah Bin Hindi from The Men of the Pearl Series by Ali Al Shehabi.

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REPRESENTING MY CULTURE THROUGH MUSIC IS MY MISSION


Emirati singer Khayal. Image by itsara.ae.

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‘I fantasise, dream and create.’ This is how Khayal describes his artistic approach. Born in London, the 21-year-old Emirati, whose stage name means imagination or fantasy in Arabic, is one of the Arab world’s new generation of singers, who blend western and eastern cultures together through their work.

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With an album and more than ten English and Arabic singles under his belt so far, the young artist, whose songs are heavily inspired by his childhood experiences and fantasies, is keen to make an impact on the music industry, and he is well on his way to doing so. In 2020, he was the cover star of GQ Middle East, which has helped him establish his unique theatrical style, both in music videos and attire, that makes him stand out in the sea of talent.

seventeen, and I’ve been writing and teaching myself since then. But I have recently been a part of two amazing programmes that really helped me to develop and set up my brand and content as an artist. These are the Pearl Programme provided by Berklee Abu Dhabi, and the NUMOO Programme provided by NYU Abu Dhabi. Being a part of these programmes was such a reassurance to me; that I can be in my home, Abu Dhabi, and be appreciated and supported as an artist.

I spoke with Khayal about the beginnings of his music journey, his latest single, ‘Disco Pain’, and why it is important for him to represent his Arab culture through his work. This interview has been edited for the purposes of length and clarity.

Describe the beginnings of your music journey. What first sparked your interest in pursuing a music career?

Tell us something people don’t know about you. K: A lot of people think that I studied or was educated in music and art related subjects. But I’m actually almost done with a Bachelor's in clinical psychology, and will keep working to become a clinical psychologist in the future. However, I’m never letting go of my musical and artistic career. I believe that those two careers, that I’m pouring my efforts and heart into, keep getting me closer to my purpose in life. When it comes to my artistic and musical background and education, I’m mostly self-taught. My father gifted me a guitar when I was

K: As a child, I watched a lot of Disney movies. They were my source of inspiration and the reason I became the way I am today. Every character in these movies has a story to tell, and those stories were told through the way the characters were illustrated, their unforgettable colourful attire and their musical way of telling their stories. These movies welcomed me with songs that warmed my heart when it was cold outside, and led to visions that took me to where my subconscious felt safe to rest. Watching these movies, I started singing about my own life experiences — the good and the bad. The bad experiences always felt better released through music and performance. I used to make my own costumes. I became my own version of a character and sang my story at home. Then I discovered Miley Cyrus

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Emirati singer Khayal. Image by Mariam Al Katheeri.

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and Lady Gaga. That’s when I was introduced to pop culture and the music industry and all the magical possibilities they hold. I was like, ‘Oh! I can make the things that I naturally make, and share them with people.’ So, I asked my father for a guitar, and he really loved the idea of me being a musician since he was one himself when he was younger. I got my first guitar from my second home, London, and started teaching myself and writing out my emotions in the form of poetry that could be harmonised. What drives you artistically? K: At this moment, my music is heavily inspired by my fantasies. I have a child within me that still has the urge to become this character. To live this life. To create this, be a part of that and lead my story from there. So right now, I’m listening to this voice. Because I owe it a dream. When you listen to my current music or my future works, you’ll notice that I’m not sticking to a genre or a certain approach yet. This is me following this voice in my heart and giving it what it needs right now. What is your favourite work of yours? Why? K: My favourite work of mine is my latest song, ‘Disco Pain.’ I was going through a very challenging phase when I wrote this song. I remember crying on the floor

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of my bedroom feeling powerless — physically, emotionally and mentally. I felt like nothing could help me at that time. My body was desperate for a way to release or speak. Then I remembered my therapist telling me that when I’m in that state, I should look for the things that really matter to me and engage with them. So, I played the song ‘Stupid love’ by Lady Gaga, and I witnessed my body coming back to life and wanting to dance its pain off. I quickly grabbed my laptop and started writing and producing the song ‘Disco Pain.’ It was a way of saying — I matter, I’m here, and this is my voice. I never thought I could make this song and put it out the way it is now. But with the help of Berklee Abu Dhabi, producers Michael Gains, Roger Ryan, Richard Jacques and the amazing digital artist Katya Ohno Ski, I was able to bring my vision to life and heal a part of me. Who are the musical artists that you look up to in the Arab world and beyond? K: In the Arab world, I look up to artists such as Maram Al Baloushi, Ahlam and Fairouz. In addition, I look up to artists such as Miley Cyrus, Stevie Nicks and David Bowie. But my idol is Lady Gaga. Why is it important for you to present your culture through your music and attire?


K: Growing up, I always felt like an outsider in my own society and tribe because I never saw someone who looked like me and chose to tell their stories the way I wanted to. The older I get, the more I see those little ones who hope to see someone who looks like them doing what they think someone like them could never do. So, I owe it to my younger self and everyone in my beautiful society to see and realise that if I can do this, so can you. If I can create and perform my stories in front of a crowd that’s going to stand and applaud, so can you. And if I can be on the cover of GQ wearing our traditional attire, so can you.

What are your dreams and ambitions for your music? K: I want to tell my stories, and I want the space to tell them to others — or maybe dance them with others. I want to become a canvas, and I want those who listen to me to paint me the way they desire; take all the inspiration they need and feel the power to create and tell.

What does it mean to be an Arab musician today? What do you hope to highlight to a global audience through your work, especially since you sing in English? Why is that important? K: It’s a great time and place to be an Arab musician today. Abu Dhabi, my hometown, was named ‘the City of Music’ by the UNESCO Creative Cities Network in 2021. I’m supported by people around me that I never thought would support me. Representing my culture became a mission for me; the way we look, the stories we have to tell and the limitless possibilities of what we can do. I’ve needed an Arab/Emirati pop star, so I want to become one.

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MUSLIM WOMEN TALK BACK

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Born in New Jersey in 1992 to a Jordanian-American father and a Palestinian-American mother, the United States was the only home that Amani Al-Khatatbeh had ever known. But the events of September 11 forever changed the environment she had lived in. Al-Khatatbeh and her family found themselves ostracised and facing violent attacks for their Islamic beliefs.

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The young Al-Khatatbeh even tried to conceal her Muslim identity to avoid negative judgement or mistreatment from her counterparts at school. When she was 13 years old, she and her family moved to Jordan, where Al-Khatatbeh fell in love with Islam and her culture, and began to reclaim her Islamic identity by wearing the headscarf. Following her mother’s illness, however, Al-Khatatbeh moved back to New Jersey, but with an altered perspective. With a newfound pride in her Muslim identity and a frustration at how Muslims were misrepresented in the mainstream media as well as the shortage of Muslim voices within it, Al-Khatatbeh founded muslimgirl.com, a blog that reclaims the narrative of Muslims, especially that of women, in 2009. Muslim Girl has published articles on topics that touch the modern-day woman. They are written by Muslim women, in their own voices, and allow them to speak for themselves. Today, more than a decade after Al-Khatabeh established it in her bedroom at 17 years old, Muslim Girl is a media company with content that has been consumed by millions worldwide, and Al-Khatatbeh herself has become known as a formidable force. In addition to establishing a successful media platform,

she authored Muslim Girl: Coming of Age, and was listed in the Forbes 30 Under 30 List. Al-Khatatbeh was later named one of the 25 most influential Muslim Americans by CNN. In 2017, Al-Khatabeh founded Muslim Women’s Day in an effort to celebrate and uplift Muslim women, who were increasingly facing attacks at the time. The occasion is annually marked on March 27. In this interview, the 30-year-old discusses what it means to be a third culture kid and how it shaped her journey, reflects on the past and future of Muslim Girl and provides us with insight into her upcoming project. How did your experiences as a third culture kid shape your career path? Do you think you would have chosen a different career path if you hadn’t been one? AA: I feel like my whole career is a reaction to being a third culture kid. My dad immigrated to the U.S. in the 80’s, and was not far off from his Jordanian culture when he started raising a family. My mum is a Palestinian refugee, the daughter of Nakba survivors — she grew up in America and was a mall kid rocking a Farah Fawcett haircut in the 80’s. I was the

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first born and raised in the U.S. and grew up with one foot in two doors. September 11 happened very early on in my childhood, and suddenly, I became an outsider in the only home I’ve ever known. The Internet became the space I turned to for the community I didn’t have in real life. What have been some of the challenges of building a media company in the United States that revolves around Muslim women, their narratives and their representation? How did you overcome them? AA: When you’re on the frontlines of certain spaces, people can treat you differently and like you should be grateful to be there. There’s a lot of imposter syndrome — like when we became the first Muslim media to cover a Marvel red carpet alongside Hollywood titans, I gave a pep talk to my team to remind them that we belong and deserve to be there, too. The truth is that often, we have to work much harder with far less privilege and resources to get to where we are, and we earned every step to get there. The more we own it and take up space, the more we make room for others to do the same. Muslim Girl started off as a blog. Today, it is a big media company that organises events and programmes, has a podcast and so much more. How

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do you hope Muslim Girl, thirteen years on, will serve Muslim women living abroad? AA: Muslim Girl is impactful in today’s landscape because we understood very early on the power of the Internet and social media to melt away borders between us — geographically, culturally and beyond. Having no borders has empowered us to build connections and a community based on an awareness and a commitment to bridging the gaps that divide us. Ultimately, we’re all interconnected in some way. For example, policies shaped by our elected officials in the U.S. could shape life circumstances for our brothers and sisters living abroad in a Muslim country. Increased xenophobia during our elections could reignite a wave of anti-Muslim sentiment in Europe. And it goes on. When we put pressure to pass the mic, we help empower the voices of those being drowned out. What drives you to continue working on Muslim Girl, especially given the evolvement of the representation of Muslim women? AA: It’s easy to take today’s visibility of Muslim women for granted, but it wasn’t always this way! Things had changed so quickly over the past several years online that it’s easy to forget when Muslim Girl was first starting out. Almost any mainstream coverage


about a Muslim woman was completely focused on her hijab. We were only ever defined by the way we dress, and even that was a step up from the defining post-9/11 image of Muslim women as being oppressed. I’m proud that Muslim Girl grew into one of the most influential forces in media to change that. We’ve become one of the earliest mainstream case studies that show our demographic not only exists, but it’s active, dynamic and vocal. One of the most important things that Muslim Girl’s success has done for the community is prove that Muslim women have a presence, and, therefore, can’t be ignored. There’s no excuse that ‘we couldn’t find a Muslim woman to do X’ anymore because here we are, talking back — loud and clear. Now, we’ve made it almost impossible to talk about Muslim women without including us, but we still have a long way to go to get our stories the treatment they deserve. What is your measure of success? When do you think you will say, ‘I’ve reached my goal’ for Muslim Girl? AA: Media isn’t the end goal, it’s the tool. I want Muslim Girl to shift public opinion far enough that we draw the line on suffering caused by misconceptions and prejudice. I used to say that the goal of Muslim Girl is to diminish the need for Muslim Girl, but I don’t think that’s true anymore. We deserve

legacy institutions owned by us and led by us to tell our stories and speak on our own behalf. Generational wealth takes on many forms, and I think owning our own narratives is not only our best bet, but our birthright. You established Muslim Women’s Day. How does it help third culture kids or minority groups? AA: I never expected Muslim Women’s Day to become the movement it is today. What started out as our reaction to the hostile environment for Muslim women after Trump got elected, turned into the biggest media day of the year for Muslim stories. Our allies pledge to flood the internet with our voices every year, and so we forged a creative gateway for Muslim women's representation on top media platforms that they previously wouldn’t have had access to. The united effort has totally transformed the digital landscape for how Muslim women’s stories are told. There have been many times over the past few years when I’ve been looking for something online, like hijabi haircare routines or an inspirational Muslim woman figure, and the search results were links that were published in partnership with Muslim Women’s Day, and I beamed with joy. Why is it important that third culture kids, such as yourself, showcase their identity in today’s world?

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AA: As third culture kids, we are our generation’s ambassadors. It might not be a role we choose or ask for, but it’s a powerful opportunity to transform the way we understand each other and ourselves. One of my favourite quotes is, ‘If you want to make a human being into a monster, deny them, at the cultural level, any reflection of themselves.’ We owe it to the world not to deny it of its reflection. What are your dreams and ultimate ambitions for Muslim Girl, and beyond? AA: My next project takes everything I’ve learned about the issues I’m passionate about to tell stories that resonate with not only Muslim women, but anyone that’s ever been treated like the underdog.

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Approximately one hour and a half away by car from Oman’s capital city of Muscat is Al Khaburah, a province in the North Governorate. At first sight, there may not be many things that would attract a passerby on the highway to stop and explore the quiet province. But beyond the highway, Al Khaburah has seen the rise of two young Omani photographers, Abdulaziz Al Hosni and Khalid Al Shaqsi, who have made it their mission to capture the emotions and social issues faced by their young male counterparts.


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Al Shaqsi, a 26-year-old photographer and creative director, did not always pursue conceptual photography. He began his photography journey in 2017 by exploring different types of photography, from covering events to capturing photos of restaurants and café interiors. But that all shifted for him in 2020 when he finally found his passion: capturing the emotions experienced by his young counterparts and translating the issues they face into captivating conceptual photos. Al Shaqsi believes that it his duty to capture and document the emotions of young men, especially in a country that has undergone massive development and changes in the past 50 years, particularly after the discovery of oil. In one photo, a group of young Omanis clad in traditional dishdasha, a long dress worn by Omani men, are floating in a boat with one dressed in a shirt displaying Arabic text that translates to ‘Off with the Youth’s Fear.’ ‘Our youth are our wealth. We have a talented young population, the leaders of tomorrow, and it is important for me to document the challenges and feelings they experience, and the opportunities they get,’ he says.

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Al Shaqsi believes that despite the transformative changes that took place in the country, and the progress it has witnessed, there are still those who cannot realise their dreams because of some social or personal constraints. ‘What inspires me,’ he explains, ‘is that as a member of the youth population, I am aware of the obstacles and feelings that prevent me, like others, from realising my dreams. I feel what the youth feel.’ Though Omanis share a similar culture and traditions with their neighbouring Gulf countries, whose people are known as Khaleejis, Al Shaqsi believes that Oman’s youth and their aspirations and challenges are different, just as Oman’s topography of mountain chains, waterfalls, valleys and golden deserts are generally different from that of its neighbours. While aspirations and unrealised dreams are dominant themes in Al Shaqsi’s work, love is one that he aims to explore more. ‘I’m working on a project revolving around the revolution of love, a conceptual photography series about the expression of love between family members, friends and spouses across Oman.’


From the Off with the Youth's Fears Series by Khalid Al Shaqsi.

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A Young Man Amongst the Bedouins by Khalid Al Shaqsi.

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The themes of love and youth, however, sit front and centre in Abdulaziz Al Hosni, a 22-year-old, self-taught photographer and student of graphic design. His journey in the creative scene stretches back to his childhood, when he painted on his bedroom walls.

Despite the young creative garnering more than ten thousand followers on Instagram, he faces criticism. ‘People may not like me, but I noticed that a discussion had started. Is this art or what? Why are people arguing so much about these images?’

Love is an emotion generally not publicly expressed in Oman, just like in other Arab countries, but it is what continues to inspire the work of the young creative. ‘We have such beautiful energy, and I believe it needs to be expressed. Love needs to be talked about, just like all our other emotions. I want to show the energy of Omani youth. Even if people hate me, I want a change,’ he explains.

Just like the bursting energy surrounding the youth, the two young photographers’ aspirations are unlimited. Al Hosni, like Al Shaqsi, is already planning ahead, and there’s no slowing down for this young creative who is exploring filmmaking and building art installations. ‘I feel like I almost can’t stop, my thoughts spiral when I think about what needs to be shown and expressed. It is an unlimited energy!’ he exclaims.

Al Hosni’s latest series, Qaswat al-habayib, is captured between Oman and Egypt, and features him as a young man in search of the potion of love. In one photograph titled You’ve Got The Arch, You’ve Got The Arrows, he is plastered against a heart shaped board clad in a blue dishdasha with arrows pinned on the board behind him. The photo depicts how the young man is willing to surrender all his feelings to the one he loves, even if it will cost him his life.

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You've Got the Arch, You've Got the Arrows from the Qaswat Al-Habayeb Series by Abdulaziz Al Hosni.

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For Strong Men from the Qaswat Al-Habayeb Series by Abdulaziz Al Hosni.

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Defend You Like An Army from the Qaswat Al-Habayeb Series by Abdulaziz Al Hosni.

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Magic Land from the Qaswat Al-Habayeb Series by Abdulaziz Al Hosni.

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A War in his Mind from the Qaswat Al-Habayeb Series by Abdulaziz Al Hosni.

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Nagham Khader: Highlighting Arab Women Through Photography Words by Sekka

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I apologise to you on her behalf, for having whispered in my grandmother’s ear, “You didn’t tell me her sister is whiter than her.” She was going to examine your hair because you wear the hijab, because what she considers to be bad hair would decrease your value in her eyes… Did you know that when she asked, jokingly, for coffee to be prepared, that that meant, “We don’t like the bride on offer?” I didn’t know that. And so, I apologise to you on behalf of the mother of the groom. I also dedicate this series to you, and to every woman who’s been through what you’ve been through, and refused to be treated like property, to be examined and bought and sold.’ This is how Nagham Khader, a 24-year-old Jordanian photographer with Palestinian origins, introduces and describes one of her more popular photography series, Out of Her Father’s House. The series, the title of which is derived from a traditional Arabic wedding procession (zaffah) song, is composed of eight photographs that narrate the story of a woman as she goes through the stages of a traditional marriage. It usually begins when a suitor’s mother and female relatives make a home visit to meet the prospective bride and her family, and, if a match is

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made, concludes with a wedding ceremony that jubilantly celebrates the marriage. Only in Khader’s final photographs, the bride ends up being unhappy in her own wedding as she is surrounded by two women from the groom’s side who look at her with resentment and disappointment, seemingly unhappy with the choice of wife. The series was inspired by the self-taught photographer’s own personal experience, when she sat through a traditional pre-engagement visit in which she felt her sister was being inspected like property, and degraded by a suitor’s female relatives.‘I was shaken by the amount of inappropriate comments and questions the groom’s mother threw at my sister. And it dawned on me that such bygone traditions have instilled in us — women and girls — a generational silence in the face of such insults and injuries,’ Khader says. ‘And so, I decided to offer an apology to my sister — as well as any woman who has gone through the same experience — through visuals and words that contradict the prejudices and preconceived notions of the groom’s mother. It’s a slightly exaggerated form of visual wish-making.’ But the series is only one part of Khader’s bigger ambition. The young creative hopes that her narrative photography will have some impact given her


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firm belief in photography’s power to change reality, particularly that of women’s.‘Bringing real stories to light is effective in changing the minds of others, and exposing them to experiences they otherwise wouldn’t have thought or even dreamt of. Visual storytelling has the power to impact. And I want to be there for women who go through situations similar to the ones I show and communicate,’ she says. ‘I would like to communicate a refusal to be treated as property or to be put under the microscope.’ ‘We — Arab women — have always been taught not to show ourselves in pictures, for a variety of reasons — the envious and evil eyes of others chief among them. But it’s time for us to show our faces and celebrate our existence and survival,’ she adds. Out of Her Father’s House marks the first time that Khader has depicted women other than herself and her grandmother, whom she has a close relationship with, in her photography. ‘The main subject of a lot of my photographs is my grandmother. We share a unique relationship; we talk for hours on end at the kitchen table. She is a beacon of warmth and understanding, and has been a great encouragement to me since childhood,’ she warmly says. ‘However,

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recently, I started to widen my creative horizon by talking to other women, listening to their stories and trying to communicate the process visually.’ And it seems that this will not be the last time that Khader does so. Alongside opening her own studio where photographers and designers can comfortably share their ideas and visions together, Khader, ‘would like to keep exploring the interior lives of women and marginalised communities, and the situations they face in their daily lives’ in her future photographic works.


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Dean Majd on Photographing the Palestinian Diaspora and More Words by Sharifah Alhinai

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Image on right: 'Sheep Farm, ad-Dhahiriya, Hebron, 2018.' Image by Dean Majd from the Separation Series.

Known for his diaristic style of photography, Dean Majd is a name that many are coming to know in the art scene. His journey into the creative world started when Majd was seven years old, and his mother gave him a life-changing gift: a camera. ‘I still carry a camera with me at all times. I haven’t stopped taking pictures since,’ he tells me.


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When he was in middle school, Majd began to focus on photographing his friends at night skateboarding, doing graffiti and sneaking into concerts — a practice that he continues today, and which is reflected in his most popular photography series. Titled Hard Feelings, the body work captures his predominately male friend group at their most candid in extremely intimate and emotionally charged moments. ‘It is a dissection of masculinity, brotherhood and chosen family, male-female relationships and the overall human condition, touching on self-destruction, loneliness and most of all collective and personal grief,’ he describes the work, which debuted at the Aperture Foundation in 2020 about which he spoke at the Pratt Institute in 2021. Spit, blood, physical and emotional violence, romance and faith appear in the images ‘as a meditation on the multitudes of identity,’ he expands. But it was not the first time that Majd’s work has explored the theme of identity. Prior to releasing Hard Feelings to the public, Majd worked on Separation, a series that explores the Palestinian diaspora. ‘In September of 2018, I travelled with my mother to Jordan, the West Bank of Palestine and Israel to meet my whole family,’ says the photographer, who was born and raised in Queens, New York, to Palestinian

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parents. ‘I felt instinctively that I needed to photograph the whole experience…I did not realise until I returned to the States that I had photographed the Palestinian diaspora through the eyes of my family.’ Similar to Hard Feelings, the work was an intimate documentation, but this time involved his relatives and the land from which he and his family descend. For Majd, photographing the Palestinian diaspora and sharing those photographs with the world is important. ‘Photographing the Palestinian diaspora is to solidify truth of our existence. I want the world to see the complex truth of the Palestinian struggle, to show that despite our separation, we remain one,’ he explains. ‘It’s important for people to see our humanity, to detach themselves from the narrative of violence, and to understand the real lives at the centre of the Palestinian struggle.’ He emphasises that the work is also significant for the Palestinian diaspora themselves, ‘I want this body of work to be a reminder of home, and an affirmation of where we come from, where we belong and where we deserve to return.’ Majd’s creative journey as an Arab-American artist has not been easy. ‘To be an Arab artist is to feel like you’re constantly existing in spaces that you don’t


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belong,’ he says. ‘It is as if you are in an ongoing battle to claim your right to be an artist. You are often seen as one thing and are placed in a box because people cannot understand you otherwise.’ He notes, ‘It is vital that Arabs are seen as deeper and more complex than how they have been historically represented in all forms of art, and that complexity differs in so many ways for all Arabs across the globe.’ As one who walks the talk, Majd is already doing something about it. ‘I’ve been developing a new body of work with and centring [on] my cousin, the Egyptian artist Dallas Saad, that is partly a layered dissection of the Arab-American dichotomy that draws from both our experiences, and yet is so far removed from standard notions of identity,’ he reveals. ‘The new work explores how the gap and tension between this dichotomy has created space for an existence that is entirely new and unseen, a lived experience that we both share, an experience that defies the typical understanding of what an Arab-American is and could be.’

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From Street to Conceptual Photography: Making a Difference Words by Manar Alhinai

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Enas Sistani is a firm believer in the power of photography and art in creating impact and change. The 35-year-old is one of Bahrain’s most popular young creatives, who has been known for her street photography as well as for raising issues of societal importance through her work. Her street photography of Manama, Bahrain, was recently highlighted by the Museum of Modern Art’s (MoMa) Photo Club.


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Her photographs that raise awareness about mental health issues, and which are partly inspired by her own journey with Borderline Personality Disorder, have been published by media outlets such as BBC Arabic, Vice Arabia and Sekka. I spoke with Sistani about the diversity of her photography work, the insight that photographs can provide an international audience about the Arab world and why it’s important for photographers to go beyond depicting rosy images and tackle significant issues. Your photography ranges from street photography to addressing big topics, such as mental health. What drives that range? ES: What motivates me and inspires me to capture mainly street and conceptual photos are people's experiences, as well as their stories. I try as much as possible to create a platform where people can form links between my photos and their own personal experiences, at least, that's what I try to do with my conceptual photos. As for my street photography, I just love how different people can make sense of it in different ways. This is the beauty of photography; how limitless it can be. Your work has been published in leading media publications, and highlighted by MoMa. Based

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on your experience, what captures a global audience’s attention the most from the Arab region? ES: I think it is the diversity that I try to capture through my photography and how a single photo can serve as a learning and immersive experience. Photography is not merely an artistic tool to me; I try as much as possible to transform and create experiences through it. For example, the photo that was selected by MoMA encapsulates a typical Bahraini life in the souq, from the type of people you can encounter in an afternoon stroll in the market, to the colours and the atmosphere. I try as much as possible to create a positive experience through the photos that I capture, even though my conceptual, and at times, controversial photography. I still try to make sure that the viewer walks away with a positive experience and a new insight. Your photograph, Caution, combats the view that Arabs (and other persons of colour) are uncivilised, which the media has played a role in forming. In a world where misconceptions and misinformation are rampant, from your perspective, what parts of Arab culture are important for Arab photographers to share with an international audience to change their views? ES: I don't think there are specific elements of the culture that a photographer needs to highlight in or-


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der for them to tackle misconceptions and misinformation. Sometimes a scene as simple as capturing one's daily life can help spread a positive message, such as photographing a scene from a Friday prayer, or from a neighbourhood, or even family and friends' gatherings. All of those can contribute to better portraying life in the region and can help give the viewer a first-hand look into what the culture truly is like away from the tainted portrayal that they usually tend to receive from everyday media channels. However, I also think it is important to highlight some of the challenges we face in the region and how we can tackle them. I don't think it is fair to merely highlight the good and rosy and disregard the difficulties we tend to face, which is a given in all cultures, not only ours. Your work, such as Corporate Ghosts, raises awareness about mental health issues, which is one of those challenges in the sense that there are many stereotypes about people who live with mental health issues. How dwo you think photography can smash stereotypes when it comes to that? ES: I want to be able to tell stories that people shy away from narrating. I want to be able to be the voice of those who are either silenced or are just not

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ready to speak up yet and be able to pave the way for them to tell their own stories as well. When I first started doing conceptual photography and art, I never thought that they would create so much noise.I merely wanted to showcase a few hot topics such as mental health, but never had I imagined that I would be able to build a platform for discussion. I have since been approached by people sharing their own experiences with me and others who have been able to challenge the narratives that I have been putting forth through my photography. It is truly interesting to see how one single photo can stir so many emotions and start endless conversations.


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Tea and Laughter by Enas Sistani was featured by the MoMa Photo Club.

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Tea and Laughter by Enas Sistani was featured by the MoMa Photo Club.

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Zainab Alradhi: Spreading Body Literacy Amongst a New Generation of Men and Women Words by Sadeem Al-Qorashi

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Like many journeys, the feminine journey begins with yourself, but not necessarily by yourself. For many women in the Arab world, publicly seeking knowledge about and discussing one’s body has been traditionally frowned upon, given the generally conservative and modest culture. However, with the new generation of young Arab men and women, it’s become a topic that is growing beyond mere one-on-one conversations.


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It is one that is building a community of an enlightened generation who have not only learned the language of their bodies, but have also become skilled in navigating parts of their bodies that they once rejected or refused to confront. Today’s generation of Arabs are addressing controversial and sensitive topics with a wide Arab audience in new and innovative ways. Niswa, a bilingual community aimed at spreading body literacy in the Arab world, has pushed aside taboos and stigmas to create a safe space to discuss bodies, marital sex life, ovulation cycles and sustainability. Zainab Alradhi, a certified fertility awareness educator and cycle coach in training, is the Saudi force behind Niswa. The 27-year-old was inspired to establish the platform when she and her husband tried to find a contraceptive method that is highly effective, hormonal-free and environmentally friendly. Facing a shortage of Arabic content dedicated to body literacy and sustainability, Alradhi took matters into her own hands to fill the gap with an environmental, woman-focused approach. She established Niswa, which translates to ‘women’ in Arabic, a platform that is available both in Arabic and English that offers accessible online content, workshops and cours-

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es about female anatomy, menstrual cycles, fertility awareness and more. ‘Niswa was born from the womb of transformation I experienced in my journey with body literacy, in an attempt to remove the stigma attached to our bodies, pleasure and periods,’ recounts Alradhi. Through this journey, Niswa played a significant role in destigmatising and normalising body education for men and women, and illustrating how body literacy can positively influence many aspects of life. ‘Not only is body literacy essential to foster a healthy relationship with oneself, but with others as well. Our families, children, coworkers and community, will all benefit from our body literacy mastery,’ explains Alradhi. ‘From early years of life, body literacy will build the foundation of self worth and confidence. Body literacy makes it easier to process the transitioning stages of our lives: puberty, pregnancy, postpartum, perimenopause and menopause. It makes it easier to advocate for ourselves in the doctor’s office, and arm ourselves with the knowledge we need to heal.’ On a personal level, expresses Alradhi, ‘My life, marriage and health had all transformed as I got to practise menstrual cycle awareness, and learn how to work with my body in harmony with nature.’


But the journey of establishing Niswa was not challenge-free. ‘There was a faint voice inside of me that was scared to launch Niswa,’ recounts Alradhi. ‘But the excitement won…It was time.’

we seem to stand together to say, “that stops here,” and we’re ready to rewrite our story for ourselves and generations to come,’ states Alradhi.

Although she faced some lack of encouragement when she first decided to launch the platform in Arabic after she had initially established it in English, she knew that Arabic-speaking women were ready for ‘body literacy as it would build the foundation of self-worth, confidence and consent,’ she says. The eventual response? ‘Overwhelming positivity,’ describes Alradhi. In addition to Arabic-speaking women, Alradhi knew that Niswa would be a platform that men can also benefit from in many avenues, including marital sex life. In fact, many men seem to have an enthusiastic attitude towards body literacy. ‘I’ve worked with a lot of couples since Niswa was born, and the excitement men have about learning about their partners’ bodies, and their own is amazing,’ she reveals. ‘Men deserve to be body literate, too.’ Body literacy has become an essential tool for building an empowered community that is free of body illiteracy, generational stigmas and shame. ‘Today,

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Marwa Al Kalbani is Challenging Stereotypes About Niqabis

(Re)Moving Ideals: Challenging Niqabi Stereotypes in Arab Society is a photography series by photographer and graphic designer Marwa Al Kalbani. It features a number of women wearing a niqab, a black face veil worn by some women in Arab and Islamic societies, and engaging in various leisure activities, such as running barefoot on the beach or playing on a swing set. Al Kalbani grew up in Oman, where the niqab is not very common. In fact, her first encounter with a niqabi, a woman who wears the niqab, and the stereotypes she discovered she had about it, was in a theme park in Saudi Arabia more than a decade ago. ‘The other time that I saw a niqabi at a theme park was actually when I was taking shots in Oman

last year in a theme park called Marah Land. A Saudi niqabi was there with her family and was going on all the rides, as well as the slides,’ she recounts. When she was younger, Al Kalbani’s views of women who wear the niqab were that they had to behave in a serious manner, and so she never imagined that they could engage in physical or leisure activities. Al Kalbani explains how her perceptions came to be, ‘I definitely know that these thoughts and ideas were initiated within our communities. You always hear people making up rules on how others should live their lives. We have so many societal expectations, not just for niqabis, but for every individual in our region, and there are many standards set for women.’

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From the (Re)Moving Ideals Challenging Niqabi Stereotypes in Arab Society Series by Marwa Al Kalbani.

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From the (Re)Moving Ideals Challenging Niqabi Stereotypes in Arab Society Series by Marwa Al Kalbani.

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When she became aware of her own stereotyping of women in niqab, and how the niqab and fun don’t necessarily clash, Al Kalbani planned to positively change others’ perceptions about niqabis through the tool she knew best: photography. ‘I’ve always questioned certain conventions or expectations, especially in relation to women, and I have tried to relate it to my work,’ she says. (Re)Moving Ideals: Challenging Niqabi Stereotypes in Arab Society was shot in Oman, and Al Kalbani’s friends modelled for her on the basis of her memories of seeing niqabis in theme parks. It was a social experience for everyone. ‘The women who are photographed are a group of my friends who aren’t niqabis…so we got to see the reactions of others on the spot, and my friends also had the chance to put themselves in someone else’s shoes,’ she explains.

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From the (Re)Moving Ideals Challenging Niqabi Stereotypes in Arab Society Series by Marwa Al Kalbani.

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From the (Re)Moving Ideals Challenging Niqabi Stereotypes in Arab Society Series by Marwa Al Kalbani.

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From the (Re)Moving Ideals Challenging Niqabi Stereotypes in Arab Society Series by Marwa Al Kalbani.

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From the (Re)Moving Ideals Challenging Niqabi Stereotypes in Arab Society Series by Marwa Al Kalbani.

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From the (Re)Moving Ideals Challenging Niqabi Stereotypes in Arab Society Series by Marwa Al Kalbani.

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Fatma Ali Abed is Showcasing the Many Colours of Emirati Culture Words by Amna Al Harmoodi

The media often depicts Emirati women clad in a black abaya (a loose robe-like dress) and shaila (headscarf). Fatma Ali Abed is changing that. The 25-year-old Emirati frequently captures women clad in jalabiyas, the traditional dress of women in the UAE (and other Gulf and Arab countries, in their own versions), and colourful household shailas, in her photographs. In Arab and Muslim societies, women are traditionally expected to be dressed modestly in a fabric and cut that does not reveal or accentuate the shape of the body. Thus, Emirati women have turned to wearing the free flowing abaya in public, but jalabiyas are commonly worn in the private sphere. Abed views jalabiyas, as ‘represent[ative of] our

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identity as Arabs, especially [that of] local women.’ This idea of showing and inviting the viewer to see a more private side of Emirati women is what is alluring and special about Abed’s work. In a world where Emirati women are often depicted as dressed in black abayas in public, Abed is placing her camera and artistic focus on celebrating women in their traditional dresses, in their private spaces. ‘I am not judging the abaya photographers out there, but I enjoy translating our culture in a more colourful way,’ she says. The young photographer opens up the dark exterior to reveal the kaleidoscope of colours of Emirati culture.


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Most of the architectural engineer by day’s photographs are shot in historical buildings, including old forts, that Abed frequents with her family, who form the subjects of her photos. By combining historical structures and young women clad in vibrant colours and modern accessories, Abed believes she is also representing the constantly changing nation. Abed explains that historical settings or backdrops ‘represent our culture in a modern manner, along with the beauty of our daily lifestyle.’

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Photography by Fatma Ali Abed.

Abed hopes that her photography will relay the message, ‘It feels good to be yourself.’ She hopes that people do not shy away from representing their local aesthetics and lifestyle to the world. She captures her surroundings and proudly states, ‘This is me, this is us.’

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Ali Al Sharji is Deriving Hope from the Past

When 28-year-old conceptual photographer Ali Al Sharji was invited to take part in an art exhibition celebrating the anniversary of the formation of the Black Panther Party in New York, he says that he knew that, ‘as an Afro-Arab, I needed to talk about something that would speak to me and for those who share the same ethnic background, yet relates to the black power for it to fit the exhibition theme.’ The result was From Home to Home, a photography series by the Omani national that reimagines the forced mass migration of Afro-Arabs, including his own family members, from Zanzibar to Oman in the 1960s and 1970s, as a result of the 1964 Revolution that led to the bloody overthrow of centuries of Omani rule, and the massacre of those of Arab origins, amongst others. ‘Arabs who lived in Zanzibar had to seek ways to come back home and escape the violence and manhunt,’ says Al Sharji, which he describes was difficult given that Zanzibar was the

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only home some had ever known, even though their family origins were historically Omani. Many drowned trying to escape by sea. ‘Today, many of our elders have stories of how they almost never made it back home [to Oman], and some tell stories of how much they have suffered and lost. Many have also suffered because they had to start their lives from scratch and build their way to the top.’ He describes, ‘this work is a metaphor of an elderly man reflecting back into his memory on the days he was escaping back home from home. His thoughts are about what happened to everyone who was on the journey back home with him, and what they have come to be.’ The series was photographed in Muscat, Oman, where Al Sharji resides, with the help of his family and friends. ‘From Home to Home does not only talk about the Arab massacre. It is a story of belief, and faith in what the future holds,’ he adds.


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Dana Al Rashid is Preserving Modern Architecture through Art

When Kuwait’s 1980s built Ice Skating Rink was demolished in 2020, Dana Al Rashid, like numerous other Kuwaitis who made precious memories in the rink growing up, took to social media to express her frustration at the continuous demolition of modern buildings in the country in favour of newer structures. But unlike most, Al Rashid used art, as opposed to words, to express herself. Using the modern miniature style, the visual artist and architect drew The Last Skate, a digital painting that depicts a real life occurrence: people, including Al Rashid, skating one last time – in protest – before the rink was permanently closed and then demolished. Several other works soon followed, such as On the Demolition of Al Sawaber or Abdullah Saleh Al Hamily’s House, which likewise capture modern buildings and houses in Kuwait that have been demolished, or are under the threat of demolition. ‘​​I like to use my art as a documentation tool that illustrates both the building as well as the activism and the conditions surrounding it pre-demolition,’ describes Al Rashid. ‘The

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memory of a building and all the events that took place in it seem to give the building a life of its own, making us relate to something that is more alive than mere bricks and mortar. Our memories shape our identities. Therefore our relationship with the buildings around us can really tell us who we are as a culture. It is extremely important to preserve what’s left and document what has been demolished.’ The decision to use the modern miniature style — which to Al Rashid resembles the traditional miniature style but uses alternative, experimental media and tackles contemporary, relevant topics — was purely intuitive. She says, ‘The choice seems to have been successful as the artworks have been very well received as it draws from our own regional art heritage rather than borrowing yet again from the West,’ notes Al Rashid.

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On the Demolition of Al Sawaber by Dana Al Rashid.

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Turning Stereotypes About Arabs on their Heads

Arabi, the Scarecrowd is a collaborative effort between 30-year-old Saudi photographer Osamah Al-Shubbar and 24-year-old Saudi artist Rakan Hamad, who use their cultural backgrounds and traditional stories to make characters come to life. The concept behind this photography series, which was originally shot for Halloween, ‘was that the Arabic traditional style can trigger fear in some people’s minds as a result of ignorance and misinformation about Arabs in the media. It is as if the Arab person is used as a ‘scarecrowd’ by the Western media,’ says Al-Shubbar, unpacking the clever wordplay of the series’ title. It was Hamad who came up with the idea of the costume, which was entirely styled and made by Hamad and which

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consisted of a thobe (traditional dress worn by many men of the Gulf and wider Arab world), ghutra (head cover), a belt holding corn and a mask. ‘I was inspired by the blurry ugly image that the world has of the Arab culture, from Hollywood poor Arab representation in movies, and from the lack of knowledge and respect in other countries for Arabs,’ says Hamad. ‘I wanted to bring that character to life with the help of Osamah’s vision.’ Al-Shubbar scouted the location in Safwa, Saudi Arabia, ‘In order to achieve the effect of the scarecrow, I knew I needed a location that looked like a field, but was also deserted and abandoned. So, I scouted my city and found this empty land with one big tree in it, which was perfect for the shoot.’


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From the Arabi, the Scarecrowd Series by Osamah Al-Shubbar and Rakan Hamad.

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By Abdullah Al-Ameeri

A math teacher walked into class and wiped the board with his fingers, leaving black stains on them. He walked to the black kid and touched his face, and said, ‘you left a stain on me,’ and the whole class laughed.

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That same kid grew up with that memory, and he’s standing in front of you right now. Still, as hurt as he was twenty years ago, he feels obligated to use his voice and everything in his disposal to make sure no other kid will get hurt the same way again. I wrote this poem to send it back in time so that kid could read it, and maybe give him some sort of comfort that he never got. This is ‘I Hear You.’ To the kid who has always felt alienated Because he was born in a different colour It’s you in the future, can you hear me? I know you’re very confused right now But I hear you I know you still remember Your first day at school You heard kids talk about you And thought you’re cool Only to realise later That you’re seen as a fool And from that day onwards You knew the world is cruel


Just about a year later You had your first fight When a kid mocked you Cause your skin isn’t bright Soon it won’t be just the kids It’ll haunt you day and night But I want you to hear me Kid, you’re gonna be alright Ignore the teacher Who made the whole class laugh at you Ignore the preacher Who mentions slavery and points at you Don’t listen to the clowns Who make monkey sounds Whenever you pass by them At the playing grounds Keep your head up, kid There’s nothing to be afraid of The colour of your skin Is not a thing to be ashamed of They really should be looking For the brain cells they lack There’s nothing you can’t do Just because you’re black It’s okay if you like drawing Instead of being a drummer It’s okay if you like writing Instead of being a runner It’s okay to be the quiet kid Who doesn’t talk a lot It’s okay, it’s okay Don’t be anything you’re not You’ll grow up and hear things like You’re too smart for a black guy What they’re really saying is A black guy is a stupid guy You’ll grow up and hear things like You’re too quiet for a black guy What they’re really saying is A black guy is a loud guy They made these stereotypes To put kids like you in doubt Why are you trying to fit in When you’re born to stand out Maybe you can’t see it now But you’ll see it one day Stay strong and beautiful And let your heart lead the way

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Sophie’s Homework

At the break of dawn, moonlight seeps through the mist and into the window of a bedroom. A little girl rustles in her crib like the trees outside. Her eyes dart under her eyelids. They open with haste, shifting through the corners of the room till sleep is rubbed away and replaced with brimming tears. She tries to blink them away and pulls the blanket to her lips, careful not to let her whimpers escape through the threads of the material. Her mother, in a bed next to her crib, stirs in her sleep. Still not fully awake, the mother props herself on her side and faces her daughter.

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The girl nods, mostly to herself. Then, she notices the rustling trees and glares at them. They must be laughing at her. Even the rays of moonlight seem interested in furthering her exposé. She wraps her blanket around her legs. The mother glances at her husband lying next to her and sighs. She sits up, takes a moment hanging her head low with the weight of her arms resting on her knuckles, then gets up and slides down the crib door. With the back of her hand, she shoos her daughter away. The girl slides from under her blanket and down her crib. She keeps close at the edge of her crib, holding the centre of her pyjama pants, never meeting her mother’s gaze. ‘Every God-forsaken morning, Sophie!’ The girl’s mother scolds her as she snatches the small blanket


from the bed. Once the fresh yellow stain on the mattress is revealed, Sophie winces. ‘Sorry, mummy…’ Sophie mumbles and fixates her gaze on the tiles under her feet. She is only met with silence, one of her closest friends. The mother carries her daughter’s mattress and storms out of the bedroom. As if on cue, the moment Sophie hears the water run in the nearby bathroom, she climbs up on her parents’ bed and shakes the snores out of her father. ‘Daddy, wake up. I made mummy sad.’ Sophie whispers and tucks a few of her father’s blonde curls behind his ear. After one final choked-up snore, her father coughs and opens his eyes. He gets up, gives his daughter a look, and grabs his robe off the coat hanger, muttering words under his breath. Then, he makes his way out of the room. Sophie hears the backdoor of her house shut. Then the flick of a lighter. Then a puff. Sophie moves to sit on the edge of her parents’ bed and waits for her mother to come back. Moments later, the water-tap shuts. The backdoor is once again opened and shut. She hears thuds from fluffing the mattress. Then the creaking sound from the flimsy mattress on the clothesline. Then the muted bickering of her parents in the backyard. Also, as if on cue, Sophie distracts herself by humming a tune until the neighbours’ porch lights flicker through her bedroom window, and the sound of her parents arguing goes with the wind.

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The mother enters the bedroom and opens Sophie’s closet. She takes out a pink dress shirt and a pencil skirt. Sophie’s eyes light up at the sight of the dress shirt with the ‘Kaden Kindergarten’ logo. She hurries to her mother’s side and puts it on.

Once in school, Sophie makes a beeline for her classroom. When she spots the big strawberry posters hung on the door and a sign that reads ‘KG2B,’ she knows she has reached her destination. After sitting in her seat, she looks around, and watches all the other children as they take their seats. She fidgets with the hem of her skirt till the lesson starts.

After getting dressed, the girl sits on a chair placed in front of the closet and waits in silence as her mother does her hair. She looks at their reflection through the mirror stuck to the closet door.

‘Good morning, children!’ Sophie’s teacher chirps. The girl’s heart leaps, and she smiles. ‘Today we’re learning the letter M! Can someone give me a word that starts with the letter M?’

‘You’re going to your grandparents’ after school today.’ Sophie’s mother spits out as she pulls the girl’s hair in a ponytail. Sophie shivers and turns to her mother.

All the children yell out different words. Mum, monkey, moose, money… Sophie puffs out her chest as her classmates participate. She knows all of these words. Her smile is soon replaced with a frown when one of her classmates says the word ‘monsters.’ She looks down at her lap.

‘Mummy, I’m sorry for this morning. I won’t do it again, I promise!’ She pleads.

Her mother huffs, ‘I don’t have time for this, Sophie.’

‘Are you okay, Sophie?’ Her teacher asks.

‘Mummy, please don’t make me go!’ The girl’s lips quiver.

‘Last word…Soters?’ Sophie pouts.

‘Why don’t you like it there, huh?’ Her mother yells, ‘You wanna be like your dad?’

Some of her classmates laugh. How could a child not know what a monster is? It was amusing to the other children. Sophie looks around, feeling embarrassed. She hangs her head down, brings her fist up to her forehead and knocks on it a couple of times, whispering ‘silly girl’ to herself.

The girl looks up at her mother with furrowed eyebrows and hot tears streaming down her cheeks. She does not know what her father has to do with her not liking her grandparents’ house. As she opens her mouth to say something, the school bus beeps. In a hurry, Sophie grabs her backpack placed beside the closet door, runs out of the house, and enters the bus parked in the driveway.

‘Good morning, sweetie.’ The bus lady greets Sophie, ‘Here you go.’ She hands her a small lunchbox, ‘I made your favourite today. Peanut butter and jelly.’ Sophie hugs the bus lady’s torso and smiles up at her. Then, she takes the lunchbox and makes her way to her assigned seat. The bus lady glances at Sophie’s porch and locks eyes with her mother. Her brunette hair is in every direction, and she wears a scowl on her face after witnessing the interaction. The bus closes its door and drives off to school.

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‘Hey sweetie, it’s okay if you don’t know.’ Her teacher comes closer to her and touches her shoulder. Sophie flinches. ‘The word your classmate said is ‘monsters.’ How about we draw monsters today so we can all learn what they are?’ The teacher smiles. With her nerves eased away, Sophie looks up at her and smiles back through her lashes. She likes the idea. Her teacher returns to the front of the classroom to describe what a monster is. But Sophie returns to frowning when she hears the words ‘big,’ ‘scary,’ and ‘harmful’ escape her teacher’s lips. Her teacher also says something about them being in ‘our nightmares,’ but Sophie is no longer paying attention. She remembers that she is going to her grandparents’ house after school ends.


All through the drawing session, Sophie would steal glances at her classmates’ papers to see what they were drawing. Some drew creatures with blue fur. Others drew different animals like snakes and bears. However, Sophie’s paper remained the colour of the whiteboard in front of her. Her eyebrows remained furrowed, and she bit the inside of her cheeks the whole session. She did not understand why her classmates were drawing things that did not look scary. After the session, her teacher sees her blank paper and tells her she can take it as homework for the next day.

To Sophie’s dismay, the school day ends, and it is time to go to her grandparents’ house. Once she reaches the bus, she pokes the bus lady’s waist. ‘Gramma and Grampa, please.’ Sophie gives the bus lady the lunchbox back, ‘Thank you. It was yummy.’ Then mopes to her seat. The bus lady purses her lips. She knew Sophie did not like going there.

When the bus comes to a halt, Sophie exits and broods to the door. She sees her grandmother already outside waiting for her. ‘Oh, hello, sweetie.’ She leans down and gives her a kiss on her cheek.

feet to the recliner her grandfather is sitting on, right across from the TV. His large hand pats his lap and smirks. Sophie glances at her grandmother peeling potatoes and makes her way to the old, bald man.

He pulls Sophie to his lap and continues to watch TV. The girl looks out the window centred above it, at the ducks swimming in the pond outside to distract herself. After the ducks make half a lap around the pond, Sophie shifts from discomfort, but her grandfather’s grip cages her still. After one full lap, she glances at her grandmother, who meets her eyes for a ghostly moment. After two full laps, Sophie’s grandfather switches the TV off.

She climbs down from his lap, and he gives her a small smile as he fixes the big belt he always wears. The girl goes to her grandmother in the kitchen, ‘That wasn’t so bad, now was it?’ The grandmother asks as she fixes her granddaughter’s uniform. ‘Your mother used to watch the ducks all the time, you know.’ The grandparents share a look, and the grandfather leaves the room.

They both head inside, hand in hand, ‘When your Gramps knew you were coming, he left work, can you imagine?’ Sophie’s grandmother laughs and ushers her into the living room, ‘Go to him, and I’ll get started on dinner, okay? I’ll make some dinosaur nuggets and fries for you if you are good.’

Sophie helps her grandmother set the table for dinner, and as promised, the young girl’s plate is filled with dinosaur nuggets and French fries. Not a sound is heard as the family eats. Only the sounds of chewing and Sophie’s occasional slurp from her juice box echo through the bare walls.

Sophie looks up at her grandmother and shuffles her feet, ‘Gramma, I don’t wanna go.’ The girl would look everywhere but her grandmother’s eyes. For a moment, she admires the black band her grandmother always wraps around her grey hair. The grandmother lets go of Sophie’s hand and knocks on the girl’s forehead, ‘Silly girl, I don’t have time for this. Just look at the ducks.’ She pushes her inside the living room, ‘Now go. I will be right across from you.’ The grandmother gives her one final look and heads to the kitchen bar in the living room to prepare dinner.

After dinner, as little Sophie waits for her mother to come and pick her up, she takes out the paper from school earlier today, along with her pencils and begins to draw.

Once Sophie is in her grandfather’s sight, he smiles like a Cheshire cat, ‘My beautiful Sophie. Come here.’ The small girl’s shoulders sulk, and she drags her

Sophie puts all of her belongings in her backpack and goes back to her mother’s side. She looks up at her mother and grandmother, making conversation. She

As Sophie adds the finishing touches to her drawing on monsters, the doorbell rings. She runs to the door and opens it, revealing her mother, ‘Hi, mummy. I was...’ ‘Get your things. Let’s go.’ The mother cuts her off.

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does not understand why she never saw them smile when they talked to each other. She wonders if she looks the same as her mother. ‘Bye, mum.’ Sophie’s mother grabs her daughter’s hand and leaves the house in her car. The girl sits in the backseat and sees her grandmother waving goodbye to her from the porch.

Sophie watches as her grandmother grows further and further away till she is out of sight. Then she looks at the moon and wonders if it is following her mother’s car or the other way around. Sophie’s mother parks in the driveway of their house. The girl gets out of the car, takes her backpack and runs inside the house. She looks around the living room. There is no sign of her father. She pouts and makes her way to the bedroom.

Sophie’s mother helps her get undressed and in comfortable pyjamas, then tucks her in her crib. The girl inhales the clean smell of her new bedsheets, and it only takes her a few moments before she drifts off.

Then once again, at the break of dawn, Sophie wakes up with a start. Tears cascade down, trees laugh, and wetness taints the sheets. ‘Sorry, mummy.’ The little girl mumbles. Silence. Mattresses are washed, cigarettes are lit, neighbours are annoyed, and Sophie gets a turkey and cheese sandwich for today.

Once Sophie reaches school, she spots the strawberries and goes inside the classroom in a hurry. She takes out her drawing from her backpack and puts it on the teacher’s desk.

It is a drawing of four stick figures: the first with messy brown hair, the second with yellow curls, the third with grey hair and a black band, and the fourth without any hair. In between each one, there is a little duck.

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Proud of herself, Sophie walks back to her seat. Her classmates can no longer laugh at her now. She learned what monsters mean and even drew them better than anyone in the class. While her teacher has her eyes wide open as to why Sophie would draw a family portrait, the girl sits down, smiling at her teacher and ready to learn a new word.


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By Amna Al Harmoodi

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‘Mum, find me a wife,’ is not the typical beginning of a love story, but in this case, Hamad used it as a strategic tool. Since he turned 23, Hamad has had countless phone screens held to his face of hijab-covered women. Thus far, his answer had always been no, until today. He uttered the phrase that released the sounds of ululations and wishful prayers, as if his whole life came to this moment, and after being tied to a wife, he would finally be fulfilled in his family’s eyes. ‘Who do you want?’ One of his sisters, Jameela, asked, ‘Is it the young and beautiful Athba? Is it our cousin Afra? Tell us what type of girl you’d like, and we’ll have a list of options ready for you before you know it.’ ‘I don’t like frivolous, young girls.’ Hamad’s answer led to an exchange of glances between his family members. Jameela rolled her eyes. ‘Don’t worry,’ his mother said, ‘I’ve married off three of my sons, I know how to pick a bride.’ Hamad never liked being the centre of attention, and that’s all he has been since he broke the news to his family. All his social circles in Al Ain hinted to Hamad about their knowledge of his private life. He needn’t mention how the women in his life prayed for his happiness in life and marriage and sent jokes in the family group about him — the youngest in the family — as a husband; it was typical of Emirati women. It was the men, however, who caught him by surprise. His uncles at the mosque mentioned their prayers for a good match, and even a coworker who was friends with his


cousin mentioned he had a few unmarried relatives. Hamad’s future seemed to be everyone’s business, but true to his nature, he rejected every girl that was recommended to him, for they were girls, younger than him and shared the same addiction that everyone around him had: gossip. The only girl that was an exception was Salama. What a woman she was. The first time he saw her was at work, where his desk was in close proximity to where the women at his work sat to chat but mainly spoke about other people. He overheard them beginning to poke fun at the secretary of their department when he heard an enchanting voice say, ‘I don’t think it’s right to talk about her that way.’ How unlike the women that surrounded him she was.

Yet, his family advocated for the marriage of such young girls engaged in frivolity. With each rejection, his mother would ask for his type and even asked if he wanted younger. His mother belonged to an older generation of thinking, in which men married women younger than them for fertility reasons as well as their allure. Yet, this notion of marrying a woman younger than a man still managed to survive in this modern age, and everyone treated it as if it were perfectly normal. He disagreed with the notion completely, especially after he had managed to hold a conversation with Salama, and she only grew to be more interesting to him that day. He talked to her, at first, about the workplace, then the conversation flowed into topics of family, religion, and funnily enough, they liked, not only the same music, but also the same Quran reader. He convinced her

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to give him her number, and they soon found themselves in an intimate relationship. She was different from any girl he ever knew, or even tried to talk to in a romantic capacity. She never ignored his calls or was unreasonably jealous when he interacted with other women, she was the one for him, but he knew she was not the bride his family had ever pictured.

Hamad took his mother’s older generation iPhone and entered the number while completely aware of the uncertain gazes being exchanged among the women. Jameela threw a hateful glance toward Hamad and whispered something into another sister sitting next to her, all the while looking at Hamad. He handed the phone back and said, ‘Let me know what happens,’ as he set his nephew down, and then proceeded to walk out.

After a week had passed since he asked his mother to find him a wife, he decided it was time to let them know exactly what his thoughts were. He came home from work and walked over to the women’s majlis that was separate from the villa. He knocked and approached his family, who sat on the red cushions that lined the border of the room with saffron tea, cardamom coffee, and burning incense arranged on the table in the centre. His sisters were seated around his mother, as well as a few of his brothers’ wives and a nephew who waddled over to him.

Hamad got into his car and called a contact with the red heart emoji. ‘Hey,’ he greeted softly once hearing the voice on the other line. ‘So, I told them about you, and your mother should be expecting a call soon… She’s too old? Then let your sister handle that call once it comes in. I can’t wait until you’re my wife. No…I didn’t tell them your age. Either way, it doesn’t matter to me. Why should it matter to them?’

Hamad picked up his nephew, who, with his chubby hands, played with Hamad’s trimmed beard. ‘I already have a woman I want to marry in mind.’ Hamad’s words froze the majlis in shock and anticipation of what he had to say next. ‘Her name is Salama.’

A week had passed by, and his mother walked into Hamad’s room exasperated, ‘What were you thinking?’ She held a blue mask in her henna decorated hands, wearing the crystal crusted jalabiya she reserved for special outings. It had a larger decorated neckline with embroidered flowers, resembling the patterns of the silk fabric.

His mother replied, ‘Well, why didn’t you speak up earlier, son? You could have saved us the trouble of looking around.’

‘What do you mean?’ he inquired while sitting up properly from his bed and setting aside the laptop he was previously preoccupied with.

Jameela had to chime in, ‘Yeah, Hamad, why did you have us call people if you knew who you wanted in the first place?’

‘How could you let me walk in there to ask if their forty-year-old daughter would marry my twenty-threeyear-old son!’ ‘She’s not forty—’

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His mother sighed and rubbed the spot between her eyebrows, ‘We don’t even have a Salama in the family. You know how I’d prefer if she were from the family.’ ‘She’s not.’

‘How could you do this to me? What would people think!? What would they say?!’

His mother removed the burqa that covered her face, putting her dissatisfaction fully on display. She didn’t need to say anything; her creased mouth and squinting kohl lined eyes said it all. Despite that, she waved her hands and said, ‘It’s no matter, just give me a number, and we’ll move things forward.’

‘You will not marry her,’ she firmly said as she tried to walk away, but Hamad quickly stood up and held her hand.

‘Who cares what people think—’

‘Mother, I don’t ask for much, and I love her dearly.’ Hamad wasn’t a man of many words, especially when it came to affection.


‘Son, this isn’t the way things are done.’

‘Forget them, I don’t need my family. You’re all I need.’

‘What am I supposed to do? Marry a child? That’s acceptable?’ ‘They’re not children. They’re twenty!’

The line on the other end grew silent for a moment. ‘Say bismillah, and come to the spot. We should talk about this.’

‘Well, they act like they’re in middle school.’ ‘Son, I love you, but the people—’ ‘So you care more about people’s feelings than mine?’

His mother walked away, and Hamad stood in the hallway in front of his bedroom, torn between the woman he wanted to marry and the woman who wouldn’t let him. ‘If they can’t love the woman that I love, then they’re not family to me.’ Jameela walked into the halls at the exact moment Hamad made up his mind and said aloud, ‘I’m leaving.’

‘Where?’ Jameela said in an aggressive tone, ‘Off to meet your grandma girlfriend?’ ‘You know what, yeah, I am. I’m leaving to get married, and I won’t come back.’ Her eyes widened, and she just looked at him. She unfroze after he went back into his room with a mission. ‘You can’t. We’re your family.’ ‘Family is meant to be supportive.’ He grunted out as he hauled his suitcase onto his bed and started throwing items in there. Jameela panicked and headed out of the room and into the hall to call on their mother. Hamad, however, didn’t feel like talking to anyone or waiting until his mother came. He zipped his suitcase closed, moved quickly down the stairs, and headed out of the villa to his car. He threw his suitcase into the back seat, sat in the driver’s seat, and drove off, watching as a crowd of his relatives grew by the front door of his family’s villa.

Hamad couldn’t drive up to her house. What would her family think of an unmarried woman receiving a male visitor? Even if he was in the process of asking for her hand. So they have a spot. On the drive, Hamad would usually play romantic songs that made his heart full and excited to see his love, but this car ride’s music accompaniment was his ringer. His mother was calling him nonstop, but it did not deter him from rebelling against the unjust treatment of him and the woman he wanted to marry. A fine woman, unlike the women that often popped up on his Instagram feed with their lips done and their hair peeking through their hijab. He parked his car and could see Salama parking hers next to him. She left her car and walked up to the driver’s window. The sun was in her eyes, so she was squinting, and her crow's feet adorned her dark eyes that left Hamad breathless in a way millennials’ eyeliner never could. He looked at her a bit before rolling down his window. She furrowed her untouched eyebrows, which made her look funny to him. Her brown edged lips were more alluring than any red glossed ones, and her hijab barely allowed for a centimetre’s worth of hair to show on her head. He loved her modesty. He rolled down the window, ‘Hala Salamy.’ She hated her nickname.

‘Now is not the time for Salamy, Hamad,’ she rolled her eyes at the name jokingly, but he knew she was about to be serious. ‘You can’t abandon your family like this.’

He called the person who he wanted to create a home with, ‘Aloo?’

‘But their thinking is so backwards.’

‘Hala, Hamad, your family was just over to see us… They didn’t look too keen,’ Salama’s low voice and low mood was impossible to miss, especially to Hamad.

‘The Prophet said that heaven lies beneath the soles of your mother’s feet. Why would you disobey her like this?’

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‘Why is this only applicable to me? I am hurt as well.’ ‘Regardless, they’re your family… if I become your family and make a decision you won’t like, would you leave me as well?’ ‘I wouldn’t.’ ‘Then prove it.’

She was right, and Hamad knew it. The only way he could prove it was to go back home. He smiled at her, ‘This is why you’re the only one for me. Anyone else would have told me to forget them.’

She stepped back and waved him off as he reversed and drove off from where he came. He parked his car in front of the empty driveway, and as he slammed the car door shut, the incessant ringing stopped. He inhaled a deep breath, said bismillah, and once more entered the lionesses’ den. He entered the majlis where his whole family was gathered. The women were in hijab because even his brothers were standing around.

They looked at him, and right before anyone could break the silence, Hamad spoke, ‘I came back because you are my family, and I think that your way of thinking is wrong. Why should you care about what people think and say? People will talk either way. Or are you willing to lose me?’ Hamad stood there, waiting for their responses.

His mother stood up and embraced her son.

‘Habibi, never leave again.’ She looked up at him in almost a knowing glance, and with a low voice, said, ‘Did she convince you to come back?’ Hamad nodded, which made her nod in turn. Still holding onto his arms, she looked behind her shoulders at her daughters-in-law and sons, ‘So, what do you lot have to say for yourselves?’

‘Uh,’ Jameela hesitated. ‘I know a good catering company?’

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One of his brother’s wives suggested a tent in the courtyard. Another sister spoke about a tailor. One by one, the women of Hamad’s family had almost planned the entire event.

His mother stood up and held Hamad’s hands, ‘If it’s one thing we can’t afford to lose, son, it’s you, and not our reputation among people. If you love her, then we love her too. The gossip will be there, but it doesn’t matter as long as you’re there too.’

Hamad was speechless by their act of support and especially from his mother.

He could only kiss her head and say, ‘I’ll tell Salama the good news.’


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Father’s Daughter

I pass like a stone in this ocean of silence, there’s no recognising me. I am a pebble thrown between married waves, tossed like a sacrificial coin pregnant with unanswered prayers. Where there used to be light and laughter, there is silence stretched so thin, a single word in passing tears it apart. I am marred and unmoored. Words scramble to pull themselves up, heave against my locked doors, just to be brought down to their knees when teeth come to bite.

By Maryam Malik

I don’t remember the last time I said ‘Baba.’

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You see, I have a tendency to mourn the living before they’re dead, and I kill them just to grieve and get it over with in my head. Baba, the beacon of my childhood, he breathed words into mountains, you see, then the mountains crumbled and hurt everybody but me. Now I pay the price with silence. There’s so much silence, and I don’t remember the last time I said Baba with love, with pain, with need, with anything. My silence can be so oppressive, that I have been on the receiving end one too many times. I know how my attentiveness waters the roses of your garden into full bloom, and how my tranquillity caresses your petals like a cool breeze on a warm noon and how casually my silence can tear down everything, leaving an abridged sentence, a half-harvested meadow, a shot down deer left behind by a scurrying herd. This is how disappointments work, Baba, you’ve for-


gotten how you have taught me this too. I have been baptised in sadness, an ache that can only be tracked down to the catacomb somewhere beneath my ribs, where my breath becomes mist. ‘Oh this silly thing?’ I point to my chest. ‘I wonder how it has stayed intact for so long on the outside, you wouldn’t want to see the inside.’ Have you seen what becomes of a jar of honey left unattended? Spring-born, green, limitless meadows in the season of fall? I, too, have been vultured, Baba. All the verdant life escapes me with this silence blanketing every room that welcomes us. It’s perched on my shoulders, a heavy yet doting reminder. Baba, do you wake up every day with a different kind of loneliness too? I used to be so afraid of letting time seep between us, gripping tightly to every moment, keeping it from turning into memory to beat time at its own game but here we are, passing strangers, merely ships in the night. White clouds on my bed, polaroids above my head. I fill every void by looking for love in other people. I’ve never learned to let go of the anger. You haven’t, either. What are we but our parents’ sequel? What happens when the film reel stops rolling? I have yet to let myself answer this. The only thing as constant and reckless as time is fear.

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My mother taught me what it's like to love and resent someone in the same breath, a heart that continues to beat despite the teeth marks and stab wounds it bears. Do you know what your anger does to me?

From a tender age, I have wanted to carry the weight of my parents' memories alongside my own, and live beside their younger selves while we three grow older. I don’t remember when I stopped asking about their past. I don’t remember when I was submerged in mine. Maybe that’s when the anger won.

Baba, what do I do with this anger? It has kept me from sparing you a glance. I talk about tenderness the way you talk about faith, and still. Look at what we’ve become. The thing about being exiled to a silence like this is the softening of pressure for a while. Then it hardens back begrudgingly. After all, we are made of clay, and the human condition persuades us into unhappiness quite more often than anything else. I have come from you, skin and bones, and I can’t seem to forgive as easily as I used to, but I forget a lot more. The heart is a fickle thing, they say, but what about the mind?

I am paralysed by invasive, intrusive scenes my brain conjures of my father’s funeral when he’s sitting next to me, smoke puffing between his lips, brows furrowed yet again. The chasm between us swallows me in further the more I eye its ladder to escape. Thoughts like that bring death closer. Yes, I am aware my head is an intolerable space. I’d like to escape it too. I know if I lost control of myself, I’d wander in my memories until the break of dawn.

How does a person live through an ending of something they have always known? How did our parents live through the ageing of their own, burying them and mourning for them? Then simultaneously play the role of the person they just lost? Does it even measure, the loss of something you belong to or something that belongs to you?

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Every day I hold back from asking, ‘When did the pain stop? How do I keep going when you’re gone? Teach me. Teach me before it’s too late. You’ve seen how my hands tremble, and eyes water so easily. You’ve noticed how I can’t look at you with forgiveness. Teach me now.’

Mortality is a burden I can’t seem to shake off. I’m getting older and more afraid. Nothing is as infinite as the love you put in people, and the things you do to ease their time, as well as your own, in this existence.

Maybe I’ll hear myself call you out with love, once again. Maybe this anger, too, can dissipate.


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Mother of Birds in Heaven

By Shahd Thani

The windows were wide open. Rahma could feel the wind on her face as she sat with her prayer sheila, headscarf, wrapped around her head. It matched the floral pattern on her jalabiyah, her traditional dress. Her husband’s family would start coming over for lunch after Friday prayers. The Quran was open on her lap, and she was in the middle of reading Surat alkahf. Her growing belly kept getting in her way. She caressed her stomach carefully. She wouldn’t lose her child this time. She willed it with every breath in her body and whispered a prayer to seal her hope that her body wouldn’t fail her.

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The wind blew harder, and she could almost smell rain. She turned her head towards the window, and sure enough, there were grey clouds pushing away the sunshine peering through the cracks. Rahma heard the front door slam shut. Her husband left the house just as the call to Friday sermons began. During her first pregnancy, he had held her and dreamt out loud with her about the child they would have. When she lost it, he smiled tightly and said it was written. He was cautious about her second pregnancy, but his eyes were full of sorrow. She couldn’t bear it. Did she imagine the look of accusation in his eyes this time around? It had been so easy when they had first gotten married. She vividly remembered being pleasantly surprised to see him when he had come to propose. He was her childhood playmate, and they had spent afternoons playing in the tight alleyways. She had always loved his eyes, wide and haunting, fringed with thick lashes. Rahma and Rashed. Their initials


entwined on a wedding card. She often wondered if she was being punished for that absurd joy. Was it an evil eye on her marriage and the life she had created? Rahma did her best not to dwell on superstitions. She knew she had to be patient because there were blessings, even in loss. There was always sunshine breaking through dark clouds. There was always rain after sandstorms. Hers was a country that had grown almost overnight in a harsh desert as a result of a determined vision. She, too, had her own hopes and goals. She would survive, and she would flourish. Everyone told her that her first duty was to her husband. It had not seemed such a chore, because he understood her better than she understood herself. She didn’t know which one of them was fading away, but there had been far too many losses between them. They rose like a wall that not even childhood memories and their wild love could scale. The skies broke open, and rain came down in sheets, pounding the pavement relentlessly. Her body was showing, and she was afraid of his family’s reaction. She didn’t know how she could withstand any more words. It felt like everyone had something to say about her pregnancies. She lifted herself up off the couch with the Holy Quran in her arms. Her arms ached to hold a baby. She had never held any of the babies she had lost. Rahma had lost her first child at 22 weeks. A boy. Stillborn. Mohammed.

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Her second child was lost at 19 weeks, with contractions raging through her while she cried out in pain to lose yet another child. Aisha.

stead. She had no doubt that the cousins were still vying among themselves for the role of a second wife, since she hadn’t been able to give Rashed children as he wanted.

The hospital had given her carefully cut-out cardboard with her children’s footprints on them. There were pictures she kept in a box with pregnancy scans. It was so easy to forget that she was a mother when the emptiness threatened to swallow her whole. After she had finished praying, she went out to the majlis, which was the widest room in the house. The mats were spread out on the floor. The Friday feast was already set out. She made sure everything was in order just moments before the house let in a deluge of family members.

‘I didn’t study for four years at university to put my degree up in the cupboard. I work to give back to the country that gave me so much. I can be a mother and work.

‘May Allah bring this baby to full term.’

There was a solid kick. Stronger than anything she had felt before. It reassured her so much that she could almost ignore the looks of pity and derision on their faces. She and the baby would be a team. Rahma put a hand on her stomach, and she must have gone so still that everyone shuffled concernedly around her. Her husband was suddenly next to her. His arm was gentle around her for the first time in months, and she leaned against his strength.

‘Maybe you shouldn’t work so hard. Lie down, put your feet up.’

‘Are you well?’ he asked, ‘Do you need to go to the hospital?’

‘I don’t understand why you need to work when mash’allah your husband gives you so much.The least you could do is stay at home and give him a baby.’

His hand brushed against her stomach hesitantly, and she covered it with hers and placed it on her stomach. Rahma watched the feelings of tenderness and love cross Rashed’s face as the kick came again.

‘Oh, Rahma, mash’allah, praise be to Allah, pregnant again?’

‘Inshallah, by the will of Allah, this time you’ll finally be a mother.’ Her husband stepped into the majlis just in time to hear the last few comments. Their eyes met. The man she had married would have inserted a joke to dispel the tension, and everybody would have laughed. Rahma lifted her chin defiantly, letting him know with every line of her body that he had disappointed her too.

‘I am a mother,’ she said deliberately. Her voice was quiet, but everyone stilled to hear her. ‘I am a mother to birds in heaven. What more can I ask for?’ Rahma took a deep breath. She wouldn’t cry in front of them: the mother-in-law who found her wanting, his sisters, and his gleeful cousins who were disappointed that he hadn’t chosen one of them for marriage in-

‘You need to rest.’ He ushered her away from his family and brushed off their wails and questions. He made her get into bed. They didn’t speak. Tears streamed down her face. His hand held hers firmly.

Hours later, after the guests had left, Rahma and Rashed went out to feel the last heavy drops of rain falling as the sun set. It was the last hour before the call to Maghreb Prayer. Ghaith — bountiful rain, associated with blessings — would be his name, she decided, feeling the baby tapping within her, reminding her of his vitality. Ghaith to water her barren life.

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