The breath is what separates the dead from the living, and while we can still be breathing and living, we are oblivious and unconscious, more likely dead than alive.
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Nevertheless, I think that home is every place I went to and made a memory in (…) I am, maybe, in the pursuit of the place I would eventually call the ultimate home, but maybe my ultimate home is this world we live in.
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With plastic surgery clinics mushrooming across Kuwait, the act of loving yourself for who you are is difficult, rebellious, and, most of all, essential.
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The doctor says my immune cells are attacking my body’s healthy tissue. A message has been misinterpreted along the way: my defense response has gone awry, my immune cells rogue. My own body was annihilating itself.
Read MoreMy body is not a thing, my body is who I am. Through it, you can see my history, my culture, my experiences, my successes and my failures. It tells my story more clearly than any words I can speak.
Read MoreThe stigma around sexuality and intimacy has pushed us far away from it. Nevertheless, at some point in our lives, we surrender to our desires.
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Reading Gibran Khalil Gibran’s words feels like falling in love.
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