When the world was created, there was no light. So God weaved light and water like the weft and the warp. The air became like a knitted soft fabric that we could softly and comfortably wear. Then we made our own clothes out of gluey leaves, frozen drops of snow and sand. We built a… Continue reading From the mountain top
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.
NO
The man who was in front of me in line At Aroma cafe said no when the cashier asked him if he wants his receipt And I thought, isn’t he incredible to say NO so easily Without thinking so much of consent, offence and defence? I practiced saying no in my head again and again;… Continue reading NO
obsession with trains
This time, it was heavier than before: the freighted wagons lurched along my body. I never saw my beginning nor my end but I feel connected to my ancestors along the road. We carry the burden together, that’s why we are family, and we live next to the sea, the desert, and up the mountain.… Continue reading obsession with trains
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خبزت أمى الكيكة وزينتها بالكريمة البيضاء والفواكه. أخرجتها من الثلاجة وسارت وسط أنظار وحماس الجميع حتى وضعتها على طاولة الطعام، ثم بدأت في غرس شموع عيد الميلاد الصغيرة فيها. أوشكنا على إطفاء النور وإشعال الشموع، اللحظة المثيرة التي من أجلها تسارعت دقات قلبي، لأني أحصل حينها على اهتمام وحب الجميع، قطعها رنين…
The dwelling of the city
And if I tell you that a war will rage the alleys of our city, Will you shut the window and leave this place? Or will you listen to the breeze rustling the curtains?
Swimming in the Mediterranean at night
Walking southward in Haifa, I saw the Mediterranean sea die. I saw it collapse and lose its vigor: The surface became still and the breaths (the waves of the sea) disappeared. When the sun went down, the skies and the sea were lit by a streak of blue light that infiltrated from heaven. And… Continue reading Swimming in the Mediterranean at night
Storytelling Workshop I
Storytelling is a craft and an art. In our Palestinian community, storytelling is an essential component of our identity. We tell stories and we listen to stories all the time: that time when you went to Al-Souq (the farmer’s market) and the man behind the vegetables stalls started telling you a story about the… Continue reading Storytelling Workshop I
A poem, came to be
I woke up with a poem in my mouth. The longer it stayed, the more it felt like a lump in my throat that has to see the light, so both of us are saved. image source: http://mythaelogy.tumblr.com/post/140839310796/soymilkish-bridget-h
On writing in English
How it all began Sitting in a local café in the old market of Nazareth, I poured down my rambling thoughts in an attempt to organize them into a structure, to understand them and to reflect upon them. As a Palestinian living in Israel, I am confronted with many contradictions in my daily life. Just… Continue reading On writing in English
Three stories of a novel return
Story I: That night, different from any other night, the stairs up the Hadar seemed endless. She usually climbed the stairs with quite ease and tranquility, listening to the birds chirping in the oak trees and observing the unique details that Haifa has to offer. She rarely took the bus, especially after an hour train… Continue reading Three stories of a novel return
AICHA BINT YUSIF 