Status Updates From Salutation Road

“I learned that optimism can be violent.”

“but all I can think about is the fact that I will never truly know my own homeland in this cute, whimsical way. History will never allow it.”

“Quran played on the radio. My mother recited along to the verses until her memory failed her, sometimes going on for as long as an hour. We had kept those cassettes since our days in Mogadishu, so the voice of the reciter had become intimate and familiar to us. He was like a family member, even though he was Egyptian and long dead.”

We were born into society carrying all of our hopes and dreams, and then we dissipated into the air like mist.