Lost in the Shoah

What is death? A last memory in the throes of fevered nightmares Stiff and twisted bodies tumbling out of a cattle car Hungry lips torn away from a mother’s bosom too soon Two sips of water not given after a day’s hard labor The stench of unwashed nakedness in the snow And charcoal-scented Dial bars…

Why I Didn’t Celebrate International Women’s Day

The people who know me are well aware of my strong opinions. I am unabashedly critical of people in power, people around me, all ideologies and religions, and even some of the things that are considered politically correct these days. Respect Everyone. Worship No One. I live by this principle. I also identify as a…

Real Women

Real women are fat Real women are thin Real women are also Somewhere in between.   Real women are curvy Real women are sharp Real women are arrow-stiff They’re a walking work of art.   Real women cross their legs Real women spread them wide Real women may not have legs And that’s perfectly fine….

Syria Beyond Facebook

Normally, I write long pieces to make a point. But sometimes, images say far more than anything I could ever write. The civil war in Syria is continuing to rage on. My Facebook feed is full of images of frightened children and their equally frightened parents. In some cases, we don’t know where the parents…

My Dear Ahed

My Dear Ahed, I will not begin by asking if you’re well. I certainly hope you are but I also know that things are difficult and lonely in your cell. You turned 17 two weeks ago but I am sorry you weren’t home with your parents for your birthday. I know you are angry. And…

Anti-Semitic Feminism- Yes, It Exists

It has been a while since I entangled myself in the various -isms of political thought. From a staunch Marxist, I became a Socialist, an Eco-Centrist, a Post-Colonialist, couple other -ists and then I found my ideological home. Feminist. Aha! An -ism I could actually belong to. I mean, I would be stupid if I…

Why We Must Remember the Holocaust

I see her in the dining hall every day. She is bent nearly double with age and even though I have never spoken to her, I know she is a widow. Her husband passed on a few years ago and now she comes two or three times a week to eat lunch with the other…

The India I Love… And Cry For

68… A standalone number holds no significance. But when put into context, it gives some mathematical credibility to whatever fact it is trying to support. 68 years of constitutional equality. 68 years of being a Republic. 68 years of discord and diversity. I love India. Being an Indian has given me a heritage I cherish…

Am I a Zionist?

Receiving letters from old friends and colleagues always brightens my day. Usually, the content of the messages is predictably warm and comforting. They ask me how I’m doing, tell me what they’ve been up to, and recall some embarrassing high school memories that make them laugh and miss me at the same time. Imagine my…

Hanukkah in Bergen-Belsen

‘Like a barrage of machine-gun fire came the German commands “Komme, komme, komme, komme, komme.” The men selected were marched outside. S.S. Men with rubber truncheons and iron prods awaited them. They kicked, beat, and tortured the innocent victims. When the tortured body no longer responded, the revolver was used… The random selection went on…

Ghosts of Auschwitz

History is twisted, bitter, torturous. But the future is blank. Paint love on it.

Chaos in the Brothel

Womanhood dances on one foot while crushing patriarchy with the other… But the shame refuses to go away.