Tonight, like all nights, men gather
in cafés, drinking heavy and bitter cups of tea,
smoking cigarettes, devouring sweets made
of dates that fell from trees, the mothers
of our otherwise deadly deserts
Shurooq Amin
Poetry
Arabic Tongues and English Ears
Creative Non-Fiction
“When men ask me where I am from, I make them guess. It gives me pleasure to watch their eyebrows furrow, their lips twitch as they search for clues on my face as though it were a map.”