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  • Articles | Al Ain
    A Pakistani cab driver, a curious American with an interest in history and politics, and the topic of government


  • Poetry | Memory Never Dies


  • Poetry | Around the World


  • Poetry | In Response to The Other Artist is Present


  • Journalesque | Israel, in increments
    We wandered the streets of Tel Aviv, left to our own devices. All I knew was this was the city where my father had been born, my grandmother had been born, and my great-grandfather built the first Temple from sand.


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