Exit Plan
It’s that time again. I feel it like a lost wedding band: I’m not Muslim, I don’t wear a veil. Doesn’t matter. That box is big, it contains multitudes. I’d almost forgotten After years of a kind of calm. Years of feeling like who you think you are is who you are, Now that old […]
It’s that time again. I feel it like a lost wedding band: I’m not Muslim, I don’t wear a veil. Doesn’t matter. That box is big, it contains multitudes. I’d almost forgotten After years of a kind of calm. Years of feeling like who you think you are is who you are, Now that old