Nadia Hashimi

That__ what being a mother is, isn__ it? Waiting for a rounded belly to tighten in readiness; listening for the sound of hunger in the moonlit hours; hearing an eager voice call even in the camouflage of traffic, loud music, and whirring machines. It__ looking at every door, every phone, and every approaching silhouette and feeling that slight lift, that tickle of opportunity to be again__other.

Fiction, if done right, can bridge cultural divides. Stories can be a footpath for a reader to step into another land and view its indigenous practices and beliefs through a local lens, instead of a telescope.

We all cross a hundred peaks to get even this far. And there will be more before we each make it to whatever God has fated for us.

It's time to undo Rahim.