Month: December 2019

Placing my reflection

One of my biggest fear would be finding myself unable to enjoy reading, and unfortunately I think that is exactly what I am experiencing right now. I noticed this last week as I was flipping through Zadie Smith’s book of essays Changing My Mind. I love Zadie Smith’s writing, I love her columns in The […]

The Happiness Machine

“In the Arabic word is wahashtini which means “I miss you” addressing a female. The city’s name is also female, and as I saw this hashtag on the old corniche on a day I was barely able to see the sea, I felt it was symbolic – almost as if it was a complaint from the citizens […]

Proofs are cruel

I’m onto my draft thesis corrections now, and if there are sentiments that ring true at this point of time, it comes from Zadie Smith from her book of essays, Changing My Mind, where she talks about receiving proofs: Proofs are so cruel! Breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring […]