We Are More
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From the Archive: We Are More: New Country, Old Bones
What did you hope to build in the / New country?
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We Are More: Tehranto
I can’t recall a single time that my father has told me about his journey through the mountains . . . It was just something that I picked up, some truth that I have always carried.
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We Are More: Two Poems by Noor Khashe Brody
Ghazal: A Letter Of eight children, Mamani named you after sunlight. Since I changed my name, you try harder to tread light.…
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We Are More: BLESSINGS FOR QUEEN DESIDERIA
I started to feel drowsy from the post-iftar food coma, the still air in the room, and the melancholic rhythm of the preacher’s recitation. I tried reading the Farsi subtitles to stay focused, but my eyes were tearing yawn after…
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We Are More: Two Poems by Sara Elkamel
Before I loved you, the figs were still in season. / My body was a lone fig swollen like summer. / My body was a lonely fig swollen like summer, / In every dream as bottomless as shame.
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We Are More: Shattering the Ethnic Monolith Myth in The Gimmicks
To say the past is in the past ignores the abundant ways it controls their lived experience.
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We Are More: Three Poems by Summer Farah
The world is ending. I am still afraid of everything I was yesterday.
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We Are More: Show Me Your Teeth
Despite growing up in a predominately white suburb, my family never had a white dentist.
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