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Brunch During Ramadan

Safia Elhillo
Jul 21, 2017 · 4 min read
Illustration by: Dar Al Naim Art

It happened in Virginia, where so many of the parts of my life that keep me Other happen. Once, a Somali lady (a head shorter than me, slim-hipped as a young girl, both wrists glinting with dowry gold) painted henna flowers on both my hands, up my arms to the elbow, both my feet, up my shins. In a small, scrubbed apartment, her two daughters played around me, never touching the wet black hibiscus twining my limbs. For two weeks after, until the…

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Safia Elhillo

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[SAAH-fya el-HILL-oh] | asmar ya asmarani | alien from sudanese origin | author of The January Children (@UnivNebPress 2017) | صافية الحلو | utopian blkgrl

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