With the Power I Hold in My Tongue
The first sweet taste of language in my mouth was Arabic, from rolling my Rs to training my throat to say the غ and ع. I only knew one lover until the day my mother dressed me in the pink dress, which was our school uniform. She put my hair up in the tiniest bun, […]
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