Exit West

I don’t judge a book by its cover, but I do form a preset opinion on whether I want to read it by reading the back cover. As always, I went into the American Book Centre in Amsterdam just to have a look because I had some time to kill. However, these kinds of ‘looks’…

A Thousand Splendid Suns

“One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.” When I was a fourteen-year-old wide-eyed kid, I hadn’t yet heard of the empowering and bold Jane Eyre. Living everyday life between the confines of my home, high school and the library, I was…

Between the World and Me / The Beautiful Struggle

“And then he was swinging away, channeling a chi ancient as Equiano. The power was passed down from mothers guarding their sons from the lash, and later from the pyre, rope, fat sheriff. My father swung with the power of an army  of slaves in revolt. He swung like he was afraid like the world…

Rupi Kaur’s poetry

My introduction to Rupi Kaur’s work was through her first poetry collection called milk and honey. I had heard several people mention it and had no idea what to expect. I ordered the book because it was on sale, thinking I could give it a chance. Soon, I fell in love with her poetry. First,…

Introduction

We both took the same path throughout our university career, only our minors differed: Mojdeh chose to do her minor abroad (NYC), while Yasmina did a minor in Education. By the time we started our Masters in Literatures in English, a gnawing feeling came into being. Every day that went by we came to feel…