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.
Letters to a Young Muslim by Yasmina El Hilali How do you juggle two identities? How do you combine East and West? Do you dare ask what they have in common? Letters to a Young Muslim immediately caught my eye in the local bookstore. Its cover is a bright blue with intricate patterns of silver and gold and I couldn’t help but pick it up. I identify as (relatively) young and Muslim and I was curious what this book was all about. Was it perhaps addressed to me? Letters to a Young Muslim is a compilation of honest letters of a father … Continue reading Letters to a Young Muslim
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