Today. Today. Today. My heart breaks for George. Yesterday. It was for Ahmaud, Eric, Michael, Freddie, Philando. Tomorrow. What name will it be? When will my African brothers and sisters be free? To live in their skin and their splendor. Not a threat. Not a menace. Just to…
Walking my way through the virtual avenue of coronavirus blogs, vlogs, videos, and guides on how to create a productive, growth-focused quarantine time, I found myself split directly in two. One part of me found a…
In memory of Maged Atiya. At times in life, you may find yourself changed by a single person that has very little in common with you, very little do to with you, and has most likely…
A reflection on Matthew 1-3 with Christ's death and resurrection demonstrating a joyful end to the poem. By Matthew, I first learned justice,Privately putting away the one who seemed trustless.By Matthew, Mother Mary was, revealed with…
This piece is meant to give voices to admittedly fringe ideas in our community. It aims to highlight the danger of individual voices, as opposed to a more collective voice from the silent Coptic majority in…
A short story by Lydia Yousief
