Briana GervatA Time to Give ThanksIt was to be a quiet Thanksgiving, alone in the mountains of North Carolina. For days I had traveled south from West Virginia along the…Feb 16, 2019Feb 16, 2019
Briana GervatIn Istanbul I Was HappyIt did not rain while I was gone. Not for eighty-six days. And yet I still remember the day when the floods, they came. But they were…Jan 4, 2018Jan 4, 2018
Briana GervatThe BecomingZawj: one of my favorite words in Arabic. I love the hardness of its beginning and the softness of its end. Translated into Turkish the…Jan 4, 2018Jan 4, 2018
Briana GervatA Call to PrayerSometime after noon the call to prayer comes rising over the sound of the engine that carries me from one continent to another across the…Jan 4, 2018Jan 4, 2018