The Tragedies of Covetland

I swore to myself I will never make another post about cultural appropriation. The very concept irritates me because it is often misused to shout down well-meaning people who genuinely want to engage in cultural exchange and appreciation. I have argued this enough on hundreds of Facebook posts before finally deciding that the CAP (Cultural…

You’ve Never Talked to a Muslim?

I was maybe eight or nine years old when an older second cousin told me to never eat at Salma’s house. Salma was a school friend who didn’t live very far. The context of the discussion was my mom’s refusal to allow me to go to other kids’ homes. She never said yes to playdates…

Eat, Pray, Love

My mother was gifted a cookbook 14 years ago. I still remember it was called The Foolproof Cookbook: For Brides, Bachelors, and Those Who Hate Cooking. The well-intentioned friend who bought this for my mom was obviously being more than a little sexist in addition to being clueless. My mommy was a busy doctor but…

The Leftist’s Guide to Anti-Semitism

Anti-Semitism is a disgusting disease that has existed for thousands of years. This hatred against the Jewish people is entirely irrational and yet it rears its ugly head every century in a different form. And every single time, it has lead to expulsions, massacres, dispossession, and even genocide. One would think that 73 years after…

Fatemah’s Hummus

I am munching on carrot sticks and celery with some bleu cheese dressing. This is not my usual style but sometimes, it is my only option. I make a face at the sharp taste of the off-white dressing, wondering if there was anything else in the fridge that would make my official diet snack more…

A Letter to My Ghost Mother

Dear Mother, I am writing this to you with a heavy heart. I am filled with anger and forgive me for saying this, but I don’t know if I love you any more. In fact, in this moment, I feel hatred for you. But I also wonder if this white hot rage in my bones…

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…

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…

Brown and Invisible

Being dark-haired and olive-skinned has always made it difficult for people to place where I come from. Often, I have been mistaken for a Romani, a Latina, a Syrian, and more recently, a Sephardic Jew. To be completely honest, it makes me happy that so many people look at me and think I’m one of…

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…