FEATURE: The siren speaks

Every time I unfold the wings of my bookcase, I flee upwards towards Mandela’s freedom, breathing in the emerald of Austen’s rolling English hills, journeying with Jubran’s prophet on Zachary Jane’s lifeboat, up and down Phoenician rivers, towards the lands of Rumi’s mystics.

Asking me where I’m from is like asking the wind where it calls home.

I wrote this article for TCK TOWN exploring this question and why, 20 plus years later, I still struggle to answer it.



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