These past two weeks have been a steep rising and steep diving of emotions. What follows is a piece written as the result of this incomprehension, solace, beauty, and hurt. Don’t worry, I don’t lose anyone in the course of this piece, except perhaps myself. I wrote this on March 2, 2021, during my first week back in Port Sudan after two and a half years away. After I finally came to terms with the extent of my grandfather’s weakness. It’s (almost) unedited, so be kind to a hu

The worst thing or maybe best thing about fear is that it is based on our perception of things. Fears are formed from past experiences, memories, or just random knowledge that we pick up about things or even people. When we encounter something that we are afraid of, we are either frightened because we do not know what it is and the power it has over us, or because we know exactly what it is and what it is capable of. This may sound confusing at first but take a look at this:

With her spectacles pinching the bridge of her nose, eighty-year-old Mary was swaying on her rocking chair as she carefully knitted a cardigan for her five-year-old granddaughter. Turning six in a week’s time, Angela had especially requested her grandmother to knit a navy-blue sweater with the intricate floral designs that she had recently become infatuated with. Having started a couple of weeks ago, Mary had completed her assigned task with an all-encompassing conscientiousn