Author: aicha bint yusif
Writing is my key to free spaces. I write to let things out and to chronicle some, and you're more than welcome to read them.
baggage of loss and hope
The size of the loss revealed itself during a conversation, in which it was also revealed that so many Arab TV shows are not available in English, making them inaccessible to non-Arabic speakers. This sense of loss was aggravated by the knowledge that one show by the great director Mamdoh Hamade (ممدوح حمادة) called “Bags… Continue reading baggage of loss and hope
Mr. Zilde becomes the protagonist
The TV had a variety of cable channels. This fact had perplexed my mind for I grew up in a thrifty house where we had 34 channels only, though I suspect the scarcity of channels was actually due to my mom’s desire to surf easily through channels. The availability and variety had caused me to… Continue reading Mr. Zilde becomes the protagonist
The incorruptible role of corrupted Modern Art
I read the title twice out loud. It sounded weird- riveting i would dare say- something to grab the Modern reader’s attention. Success. Modern Art is without a doubt corrupt. This is my opinion. It has lost the essence of transcendence and beauty. Deconstruction has dismantled the rules and the outline for beautiful art. Anyone… Continue reading The incorruptible role of corrupted Modern Art
Contemplation of faith and mind
The mind is a chasm that separates day life and aspired life. The day life is filled with entities and words, such as occupation, Palestine, U.N, Knesset, Arabs…etc. The aspired life is of goodness, kindness, philanthropy, freedom, salvation and inner happiness. The fission is unbridgeable. It is easier to think in two parts of the… Continue reading Contemplation of faith and mind
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Sisyphus and Calories
When in the market, they’re practicing the mathematical skills of addition and multiply by calculating calories and carbs. When in a restaurant, they’re turning the menu to numbers and figures. When in reality, the majority of women (at the least the women that i know) are pushing the rock to the top of the mountain… Continue reading Sisyphus and Calories
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after a sudden change in heart there is anticipation for regressing to despondency because that is the way it has been.
The Wasteland in Class
“The verse in the wasteland. Arrange of different situations and different characters. It is impersonal. It is doesn’t relate clearly and specifically to the experience of an individual. Readers go in and out of reality. ..” It is a noon class, every Wednesday and Monday, we are kept from sleeping by the hoarse voice of… Continue reading The Wasteland in Class
Life
Morning The dew softened the leaves the green foliage gave a sense of comfort I went outside to pick oranges for breakfast my heart filled with joy and anticipation. I did not pray in the morning it was too cold for ablution. I started praying last year. Alhamdullilah. The ship in its locus, in the… Continue reading Life
AICHA BINT YUSIF 