I contain multitudes.

I contain multitudes by Yasmina El Hilali Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself; (I am large, I contain multitudes.) – Walt Whitman Song of Myself – Leaves of Grass (1892-92) When we are kids, we hardly ever question who we are; we just are. I was an exuberant child and my emotions were intense. Whether I was happy, sad or angry, I had no problem making any of it known to the world. I was loved and I found it easy to love and the little world I knew was all I knew, and it was … Continue reading I contain multitudes.

Take me home yaqay

Teaching my Mother how to give Birth by Mojdeh Feili Yaqay – Somali word used to emphasize emotion/urgency in speech. Such a beautiful word that describes how I felt reading through the chapbook of Warsan Shire, called Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth. She was born in Kenia, to Somali parents, and lives in London. I am amazed by her poetry, even more so than Rupi Kaur‘s. Shire brings new meaning to the phrase ‘bearing your soul’. Yasmina gave me this book for my birthday a couple of months ago and I had not picked it up yet. Of course, I already … Continue reading Take me home yaqay

Exit West

Exit West by Mojdeh Feili I don’t judge a book by its cover, but I do form a preset opinion on whether I want to read it by reading the back cover. As always, I went into the American Book Centre in Amsterdam just to have a look because I had some time to kill. However, these kinds of ‘looks’ never end with walking out of the store and NOT buying anything. I came across Exit West and thought, hmm, let’s see. I read the back cover of this edition and thought: Ugh, a love story? Thanks, but no thanks! … Continue reading Exit West

Rupi Kaur’s poetry

Rupi Kaur’s poetry by Mojdeh Feili My introduction to Rupi Kaur’s work was through her first poetry collection called milk and honey. I had heard several people mention it and had no idea what to expect. I ordered the book because it was on sale, thinking I could give it a chance. Soon, I fell in love with her poetry. First, let me tell you a little bit about Rupi Kaur herself. She was born in Punjab, India and moved to Canada with her family when she was only four years old. She published milk and honey by means of … Continue reading Rupi Kaur’s poetry