Asiya is my Sufi name given to me by Sherif Papa, my spiritual guide. I was born in Cairo, Egypt. I am a spoken word poet. I love writing short stories. Feel free to email
Waiting for My Color
It all started the day I died. I barely opened my eyes. My eyelids felt very heavy. I woke up in what looked like a waiting room. At first, I did not remember I died. In fact, I did not really know for sure. I saw a sign: ‘Welcome to the second phase of life. You are here because you have successfully completed phase one of life. In earthly terms, you have died.’ That’s quite the sign!
The People Who Fell from the Sky
As we follow the news about the crisis in Afghanistan, it is important to think about the consequences for Afghan refugee families here. Imagine getting a call from your family back home telling you that they can no longer talk to you.
The Giant Bull and the Farmer's daughter
Once upon a time, between the land of the Persians and the land of the Arabs, lived a giant bull named Rostum. It is said that this fantastic beast was born before time existed and would live forever, for no man could kill him. Legend had it that the giant bull had magic powers and one glance from him would return any man to his mother’s womb, so no one dared to enter his domain. It was known to all as the ‘Forbidden Zone’.
A brooch, a beetle, and a little Egyptian magic
“Almost ready!” said Shaden, repeating the same answer she’d used for the last hour. “You have ten more minutes, or you will be late for your big ceremony,” said her desperate, loving husband, conjuring all of his patience.
5 benefits of joining Vocal
I believe that everyone has a story to tell, but some of us are driven to write our stories. I didn’t join Vocal for the dream of winning big money from a challenge – though, I admit they are exciting. I signed up with Vocal as an investment in my writing. And compared to what I’ve experienced in the past, it’s paid dividends.
Love you, bye
“In the land of Qemet, once there was...” “Daddy, where is the land of Qemet? Can you show me on a map?” “Qemet is the Black country. A country named for its soil. Occupiers have since renamed it. Little Aya, you can’t interrupt your father like that. Do you want me to continue?”