My First Iftar, Among Icons of Palestine’s Martyrs

I was invited to my very first Iftar last night, which just happened to be in the same space where these beautiful icons to the martyrs of and for Palestine were on display; faces we grew up with and names we’ve tearfully gotten to know too well. Four panels of eight; four panels symbolizing the “too many” taken too cruelly and too soon. I’d reached out to the artists before realizing that I’d end up at this Iftar and see them for myself. A romantic would call it “qadar.” x I’d reached out to @dianafakhoury and @bradytheblack to invite them … Continue reading “My First Iftar, Among Icons of Palestine’s Martyrs”

I Confess that Nothing was Planned

I wrote something before I went to the rally for Lebanon on Broadway. I described how a lot of people were asking me variations of a question: how are you? And when I showed up, I was still in that headspace. The one where I’d replied in the best way I could. Honestly, concisely, with equal-parts appreciation and reserve. I went to the protest out of a sense of duty, but I was feeling burnt out, and it was probably showing in my photography. I’d admitted that I’d been copy-pasting a few replies. I tried to be genuine without over-performing … Continue reading “I Confess that Nothing was Planned”