Dalia Taha

Look.Over there.The sea isn’t visible yet,though we’ve been driving for two hours.Though we’ve begun to feel its hot moist air.Though our clothes are sticking to our bodies. In the car we eat grapes and don’t talk,as if the sweat oozing from our bodiesis how we ...

For several daysmy grandfather cried.In the end he admitted he was alone,as though he didn’t have seven sonswho had given him twenty-five grandchildren. My grandmother at home,a basket of figs between her feet,is daydreaming as she carefully peelsand feeds them to my ...