Who is Maha?

February 15, 2016
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Since we had a couple months off, we decided to make matters interesting and work on another character project. This time, we decided to make things more personal by creating an Arab character. We decided she would be called Maha. And the characteristics we chose for her were as follows: Female. 40 years old. She […]

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Still by A.W.

December 24, 2015
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It’s a sweet Connecticut spring afternoon, full of the promise of summer. Branches of green oaks and maples lift in the breeze, reaching out to the sky. I watch them from my bed, through the little window, think about where birds fly to when they fly away from their nests. Voices again, growing louder, rise […]

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Still by 7ala Abdullah

December 24, 2015
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You got to love him first. Some days I resent you for the way time favoured you over me. I got 23; and you: 35. We both felt cheated. You loved him first. Some days you even loved him better, kinder, sweeter. He didn’t hold me the way he held you but we knew there […]

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Still by Meshael

December 24, 2015
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A man once wrote that love comes at the price of the agony of its loss. It rang a truth that really made me wonder: Why do we keep diving in what will compound our very own agony? Doesn’t that go against every fundamental tenet of self-preservation? Aren’t we already in over our heads with […]

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Still by Maian

December 24, 2015
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Life is full of obstacles, or so they say.   There are the expected ones.   Like starting a new job, moving to a new city, or trying to get along with your annoying neighbor.   And the unexpected ones.   Those that knock you out ice cold because you just weren’t prepared for them. […]

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Still by Dana

December 24, 2015
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I am not fragile, I will not break like a brittle dried thing on impact No part of me shatters like a glass bowl dropped I will bruise But bruises leave no indentations and soon the purple blooms on my arms yellow and fade I am what doctors call robust I will withstand a little […]

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Still by Zimam

December 24, 2015
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Sunset Park, Brooklyn Still, they made him come back to school; still, class went on as if it was another ordinary day. Perhaps, it was.Nothing about it could have been particularly jolting if we could go back so calmly after a few moments to reading the scene where Oedipus gouged out his eyes. But, we […]

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