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We Are More

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We Are More: Wanting to Want: Romance and Sports Anime

  • Summer Farah
  • June 13, 2023
I think I understand the gap between obsession and devotion, then.
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We Are More: Two Poems

  • Sara Abou Rashed
  • May 17, 2023
I’ll keep at it until something in me leaks                
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We Are More: I Can’t Tell

  • Key K. Bird
  • November 16, 2022
It’s February 1991, and I can’t tell you where the Middle East is on a map, or why it’s called the Middle East. But my family eats Syrian bread with every meal (I can’t tell you the difference between Syrian bread and pita, but I know they’re not the same).
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We Are More: The Bad Ones

  • Siamak Vossoughi
  • August 17, 2022
"My father says he's sorry about the noise, but he wants you to know that we wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for 1953 and the American overthrow of Iran's democracy."
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From the Archive: We Are More: New Country, Old Bones

  • Mary Barghout
  • July 20, 2022
What did you hope to build in the / New country?
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We Are More: Tehranto

  • Nedda Sarshar
  • June 15, 2022
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

  • Noor Khashe Brody
  • May 18, 2022
        Ghazal: A Letter Of eight children, Mamani named you after sunlight.                             Since…
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We Are More: BLESSINGS FOR QUEEN DESIDERIA

  • Maryam Ghatee
  • April 20, 2022
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 yawn.
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Call for Submissions: We Are More

  • The Rumpus
  • March 15, 2022
Now reading submissions for our WE ARE MORE column.
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We Are More: Two Poems by Sara Elkamel

  • Sara Elkamel
  • March 7, 2022
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: Sustenance

  • Holly Mason Badra
  • February 7, 2022
How does one navigate the in-between?
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We Are More: Two Poems by Tina Ehsanipour

  • Tina Ehsanipour
  • January 3, 2022
No human attempt / to erase [pain] is successful
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