Warda Means Rose

In the evening she would return home to prepare dinner for Quran saar, swift fix to the supposed jinn residing in my body. There were endless hours of sitting, encircled by sheikhs, learned men with lengthy beards, some dyed orange red and others plainly gray.

Our Truth

For 28 years, my mother’s feet have carried me across the world. I watched as she fled from one place to other to seek safety. Took a beating to safeguard us. Watched as she held her open stomach together with one hand and held me the other. My mother always said to tell the truth in your story; she is my truth.