On Being Desi
diaspora, Middle East, New York City, South Asian, Theatre
In the last 10 months I have found myself doing a lot of South Asian work. The only other time I worked on a South Asian piece was in 2013…
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What America Means to Me
America, Election 2020, Florida, London, Middle East, New York City
It’s a dangerous myth, one still peddled across the world, and it’s a myth that is a terrible lie. I know that is implied in the word ‘myth’, but a myth relies on faith and belief and once disproved it becomes that heinous thing: a lie.
And America is a lie.
What’s in a Name.
America, Beirut, Family, Florida, Life in General, London, Middle East, New York City, Politics, Race, Theatre, Writing
A few years ago, while I was living and working in London, I wrote a short play for the Old Red Lion Theatre called ‘A is for Ali’. It was…
They Spat in Her Face and I Did Nothing
My first week in America I was called a ‘Sand Jockey’, a ‘Camel Rider’, and a ‘Sand Nigger’. I was 12. I was a freshman in high school. I had…
The Writer’s Prerogative
New York City, Theatre, Writing
***I know this post could apply to any kind of artist, but for this post I am writing it from a writer’s perspective. Not all these things happened to me….
Giving Thanks to Historical Realities
America, Life in General, Memory, Politics, Religion, Thanksgiving
You don’t need to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving. I don’t celebrate the holiday. Not for the last two years, at least. Perhaps I would feel differently about the day…
Between the Future & Memory
As I begin to find my writing legs again, and attempt to write more thoughtful and op-ed style pieces on this blog and beyond, I wanted to start with something…
To Londinium…
Life in General, London, New York City, Theatre
I’ve been thinking a lot about what I would say as I leave London. A record of my thoughts moreso for me to reflect on when things get tough again…
Brown in Beirut: Back2Roots – Day 6 – Take me to the Water
Beirut, Middle East, Plays, Theatre, Writing, Zoukak Theatre
Three things in nature have a tendency to reset my brain: Walking along the coast of an ocean (preferably with my feet being kissed by the ebbing waves). A thunderstorm…
Brown in Beirut: Back2Roots – Day 5 – In the Ghetto
Beirut, Middle East, Theatre, Writing
I smell like basterma. More on that later. You will notice there was no update for Day 4. And there shan’t be. The city took it’s toll on me and…