The Eid that never was

I sit on the balcony overlooking my apartment’s screensaver: the city’s skyline. A lychee s**u in my right hand, a Dunhill blue in the other, Kashikari ashtray by my side. The two mosques nestled in the kampung below me roar with Arabic prayers and short, …

Eid Mubarak, from the diaspora

For the second consecutive year on Eid I gaze upon the city’s horizon as fireworks light up the night sky, Ringing in the day of celebration For this country which is not mine.   Watching the movement of faint figures as they Jump with joy, …