Lena Tuffaha



To Grieve for All Your Other Selves

A golden shovel after Marwa Helal Rationing cumin and sumac when the last of summer’s reinforcements dwindle, you offer us soup and unadorned fattoush at maghreb. Your hands move with practiced grace, slicing radishes, stirring lentils around, but the meal …

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