The Stranger

The Stranger by Johanna Jamnik “ The cars looked like ants crawling along the road. Every time the plane dipped I was sure we were going to crash. Johanna Jamnik The glare from the lights in the airport terminal hurt my eyes and the noise my ears. So many people were jostling, pushing. My […]

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Airport Birds

airport birds by filiz tamer “ Canada is home but it’s just the three of us on this side of the world. It’s too expensive for my father to go with us this time around so once again we leave him behind. Filiz Tamer I am at the airport in Toronto, but I am not […]

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Packing an Identity

I was at Beirut International airport at 5:00 am on April 20th, 2005. As the sun peeked through the long glass windows reflecting the beginning of a usual morning in Beirut, I thought how unusual this morning was for me. I have been feeling numb in the past few weeks while packing up my life to immigrate to Canada with my son Rami.

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The Suitcase

The suitcase by basima marhoon “ Deep in my heart, I knew my daughters would never go back to Baghdad, not even for a visit. They would say that they didn’t have any pleasant memories back there. Their only memories were of the war. Basima Marhoon It was 2018, and I was sitting on a […]

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“Sit anywhere you like,” said the tall, blonde woman standing in front of the classroom. She carried herself with confidence, but not snobbery, wearing a black turtleneck, checkered skirt, black tights, with brown clogs. Some of the kids in the class already knew her. She was their Varsity cheerleading coach.

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Bus Trip

I was fifteen years old, stuck in the middle of nowhere. It was a village called Bachuo-ntai, located in South West Province, Cameroon, a place I had never been. This is the story of how I ended up there.

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A Bundle of Wheat

The harvest season was the most exciting time in my childhood. My sister, my cousins and I spent our childhood in my grandparents’ front yard, playing, studying, and helping the adults in the farming work.

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Mommy’s Phobia: A Night of Terror and Fear

Just then Dad furiously sprayed pesticide into the air and around the window. A moment later, a fly dropped down in a semi-dead state on the floor. Very carefully, without touching the bug, he slid it into a tablespoon.

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The Bead

I tried to put the bead near the side curve of my nose. I could feel that it made me look more beautiful and I wanted to stick it there. Suddenly, the bead slipped inside one of my nostrils. I tried to take it out with my fingers, but my efforts only seemed to push it deeper inside.

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The Partition Jewels

I look towards my grandmother and she looks back, touches the jewelry adorning my forehead and pats my cheek as she lets out a soft laugh. “And there is a stone that will match every outfit! A worthy choice.” My eyes light up and Dadi nods, I leap in to hug her. “Care for them well, these were a gift from my father,” she whispers as she continues organising and helping my mother with the list.

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