… I just want you to know I can see through your masks
“Between the glorified words that eternize our moments of courage and heroism and raise us up to their victorious ideals, and the typified words that perpetuate our moments of fear and defeat and pound us deeper down into their sad reality, we exist.”
On writing, women, being (and being a woman I guess), give me a blog-warming read.
Here we marched, here we chanted, here we stood our ground.
Of the Cairo streets, and the dream of them…