Scenes of Abu Dhabi, UAE during the current COVID-19 pandemic.
at the mouth
of mina zayed, oozing
My Amma’s Malayalam is Trivandrum slang,
shifting between simple
churidar and formal sari in a blink.
sliced onions fried with miris and sugar
spotted with chili seeds
creating fire within my tummy
the spicy seeni sambol wrapped in
soft crunchy appa remind
my taste buds that they are alive
They say it doesn’t rain in Abu Dhabi, but this is a lie. Something’s always leaking…
The time is somewhere between jaunty April and the gloved-hands of November in 1867. You are a wide-eyed visitor at the Exposition Universelle in Paris, the most elaborate fair the world has ever seen, in a city where both human and physical geography is growing and diversifying seemingly overnight…
From the beginning, my relationship with the island was clear: it was my home. Still portraits of its paved yard, the dank corridor leading up to the gym, the revolving main door with black brush along the bottom edge — all of them are still vivid in my head, permanently lodged in my memories…
The sum of the cafe spaces in Abu Dhabi exist as microcosms of the city itself. They can be places where a wide variety of people from different social classes, ethnicities, cultures and nationalities can come together over a cup of coffee (or karak or Moroccan mint tea) and exchange dialogue, make conversation, learn and thrive off each other, whether that’s intellectually or culturally, or just make idle chit-chat and simply be. And isn’t that a miniature prototype of Abu Dhabi itself and the “multicultural crossroads” we all love to speak of in the brochures?
A woman is crouched / In the splinter of shade by the bus stop / In Al Ain …
So here we have the elusive / Female Creature / Splayed out at a concert
beneath the way to the exchange, / i watch him light a cigarette. / his head hung like an office shirt, / making sums with pavement patterns…
I remember a journey I once took. Well, actually, it was just two weeks ago. Somehow, all ‘intense’ life experiences only seem to happen in the random moments. You’ll come home from school one day and realize that your mother has wrinkles. She has wrinkles and the sun is setting and you are getting older […]