Mu Han NadShameThe home is dignified seclusion. It is seclusion amongst others, so it is a place of familiarity, a source of gentleness where people — but…Nov 24, 2017Nov 24, 2017
Mu Han NadMother As MirrorThis is a photograph of my mother that I once found while leafing through a family album and that I have since kept on my desk; not on the…Jun 6, 2017Jun 6, 2017
Mu Han Nadad se ipsumLately, I’ve been attempting to balance my emotional life by playing chess against myself; my experience has been interesting enough to say…May 29, 2017May 29, 2017
Mu Han NadPuddles DeepI was born in the desert where puddles — the sort that children ecstatically slosh about in — were scarce; and although I had seen people…May 9, 2017May 9, 2017
Mu Han NadNames & Naming [2]Growing up I didn’t like my name, and this was for two reasons: the first was that everyone always mixed it up with ‘Mohammad’, which made…May 8, 2017May 8, 2017
Mu Han NadDepression As PetI am bewildered at this last phase of the earliest stage of my life.May 5, 2017May 5, 2017
Mu Han NadStonesThe first few times that I collected stones on the beach, I promised myself that I would keep them forever, that I would never lose them…Feb 14, 2017Feb 14, 2017
Mu Han NadNames & Naming [1]Lately, whenever I look at photo albums, those broad-paged books filled with sequestered photographs, photographs obscenely preserved like…Jan 28, 2017Jan 28, 2017
Mu Han NadOf Speedos and FrenchmenI just had a quintessentially European experience. I entered at public toilet at the beach, the kind that is lined with multiple stalls…Aug 16, 2016Aug 16, 2016