From 2016: The Perfect Cake
From 2016: The Perfect Cake Maryam Alatmane 225 grams of flour and butter and sugar 4 eggs And a teaspoon of baking powder I follow
From 2016: The Perfect Cake Maryam Alatmane 225 grams of flour and butter and sugar 4 eggs And a teaspoon of baking powder I follow
To My Motherland Maryam Alatmane When I was young, I loved your wilderness. Open deserts with the occasional olive tree for company. Mountains from which
raincheck Maryam Alatmane it’s almost comforting – the droning rain falling, the world wrapped in its lilting beat. cold sinks into my veins like a
To the Ocean Maryam Alatmane The waves are dangerous. Most know this already; some, are yet to find out. I stand, staring out at the
History will Not Repeat Itself Maryam Alatmane Jim Crow laws, 1877-1965: You must not attempt to mix with us. You need to understand, we are
Up in Fire Maryam Alatmane Strong gusts of wind race along the moors howling. I march on, a heavy fur coat wrapped around my thin
The Power of People Maryam Alatmane Tap, tap, tap. The sound of feet striking the concrete drags the girl out of her slumber. She jumps
They Do Not See Me Maryam Alatmane Suspicion was breathed in and compassion exhaled. Silence asked the questions everyone was afraid to utter. Who is
What am I? Maryam Alatmane There is a squirrel in me… nestling in the fork of a tree trunk… foraging alone for pine cones on
Revolution Maryam Alatmane The smoke hung heavy over the town. The blades of the helicopter could barely be heard over the sirens, the screams of
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