A review of 66 Minutes in Damascus, first published in The Arab Review The hood smells like cigarettes and old sweat, its blackness tempered by the sliver of light coming through its frayed seams. I can hear my heart thumping in my chest and feel the cold, rough surface of the wall in front of … Continue reading »
On Egypt’s Revolutionary Trail
Street art, Tahrir Square and a lingering sense of pride in Egypt’s chaotic capital. Continue reading »



