Our identities are as fluid as our personal experiences are diverse.

If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground

This is what I know about my parents. They spent the next several years trying to forget each other, and me.

Come to think of it, maybe God is a He after all, because only a cruel force would create something this beautiful and make it inaccessible to most people

The past is buried deep within the ground in Rabat, although the ancient walls in the old city are still standing, painted in electrifying variations of royal blue that make the winding roads look like streamlets or shallow ocean water

Lately, Mami’s eyes have been so dark, I don’t like looking into them because I’m afraid I’ll fall in.

A mother isn’t the person who births you; it’s the person who rears you and shows you love.