In a contemplative essay, Lebanese poet Zeina Hashem Beck considers her time in Dubai before a move to Paris, and explores the idea of home and finding one’s place in the world. I dread Paris, though I’m aware it must be more forgiving than Dubai. Isn’t that why we’re moving? We repeated the reasons every […]
“To say that we’re drowning in our shit—the shit we all made together—is no longer a figure of speech in Lebanon today.” Lina Mounzer writes about Beirut’s broken sewage system and the political and economic factors that have drowned the city in its own waste.