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Suddenly, Alexandria was cold. The weather had been keeping a perfectly respectable mid 70’s pace, with light, occasionally gusty breezes that suited me just fine. Then, sitting in the Middlebury apartment working on final projects and exams, I was nearly … Continue reading
My roommate Haidy has a hot pot to boil water, and every day I make tea at least once. I have many types of tea in my room, Chamomile, a favorite from home, Peppermint, which my Tufts roommate Emily taught … Continue reading
Arrival As I stood among the cab drivers and baby-toting families that were crowding at the mouth of the Cairo airport Arrivals gate, I sent my mother a message. “Mom I know I’m going to be soso excited to see … Continue reading
Mohamed calls it green but I’d say it’s more like turquoise. I don’t know how to say turquoise in Arabic, nor can I describe the most of the hues of the mosque’s zelij pattern. Navy and seafoam, off-white and azure. … Continue reading
Some of my favorite memories are of food, and some of my favorite food-memories are of fish. My favorite fish memory is this: One day in Puerto Rico my father and I followed our tingling taste buds towards a restaurant … Continue reading
Alexandria lives in a cloud of Islam. (As does most of the Middle East and North Africa, for that matter.) Five times a day the air ignites with the call to prayer that booms through every street like thunder. Moisture … Continue reading