And then all he could tell her in this wild, keening voice – he’d been on helicopters and a frigate – was that one of the house-girls had stuck her thumbed copy of the Quran in his swimming bag that morning as if she’d known.

the first time i had been told i had a great poker face, i did it. went through all the why's and the knowledge that i had been seen, despite all my attempts at becoming invisible. like breaking through the foliage and being swallowed by a silent waterfall. tender and destructive i found myself angry that i failed at keeping people away.

bob marley, jazz, velvet, fadhi carbeeyd, ginger and coffee husks, portraits, cliffs, white sands, somali jerseys and macawiis. red lips and bleached faces. fades and kerstin, polo with leather sandals, radio and commissions, rawayaad

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