When I was about five years old, my grandmother had a big mulberry tree in her yard. She would sweep the mulberries that already covered the yard in the early mornings.
Running like horses, jumping like deer
Drawing the sun in the mud
Counting the stars at night
Then I felt guilty, and I told myself, “God will eat you, Fatima. Stop what are you saying.”
He smiled and then I said, “Snow is very cold.” I wanted him to go back to bed but he wanted to stay and watch the snow. He cried and wanted me to hug him and stay and watch the snow.
On a recent Monday evening, eight female comedians gathered on the fourth floor of a warehouse on an industrial stretch of Sunset Park, east of the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway. They sat in a circle, on threadbare rolling chairs, and one stepped into the center.
I was an innocent lover. I loved his voice, and his voice gave me power. I was afraid that this kind of love could become madness. I thought if he doesn’t marry me, I could not live.”
Let me use the dust on your feet instead of kohl on my eyes
Allow me to wash them with my tears and dry them with my hair