The heart of Arab Life
From Desert sands to Family Feast
in lands where the desert meets the sea
arab culture blooms and vibrant
arab whispers tales of ancient lore
of kind people, their hearts an open door
love flows like the nile, deep and wide
binding families close, side by side
in bustling markets, spices fill the air
arab food, a feast beyond compare
dates and honey, lamb so tender
flavors rich, memories to remember
baklava, sweet with every bite
sharing meals from dawn to night
in the glow of the evening's embrace
laughter and stories fill the space
with every dish, and every smile
arab culture's warmth extends a mile
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making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskar5 days ago in Feast
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