I worry and ruminate about a lot of things: like speaking with people I admire.
I loved going to my grandpa's house in Adailiya, and now I love listening to my mom's stories about her youth there.
Winter doubts and dreams.
When I was 17 my parents moved back to Kuwait and I would visit them during the summers. I would go on after-midnight swims in the sea with them.
I'm not sure what I love most about my mom and her sisters. Their wit, their grace, or their temper.
Trying to fit in my first morning in New York City.
Ford and the rail tracks.
The nights are becoming long
11 p.m. watermelon and black tea with my dad at the sea.
He was so funny, and he was always humming music to himself.
Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz in the City Night.
People will burn the anguish, anxiety, and gloom of their past year in Santa Fe.
My Aunt's sister would wear glasses that would enlarge her eyes. She was so strict with us when I was a child I was often afraid of her, but I found her to be so lovely as I got older. The hardest part about living so far is not being able to be present at these times. I was sorry to not see her before she left.
A love-letter to Albuquerque.
At a historic mosque in Cairo full of tourists, a young Egyptian boy was running amok and I heard his mom yell at him: “Come here! Come here before those English people kidnap you!”
Traveling between cities and spending a night alone, April was met with unexpected company.
Each year, Noah walks from Albuquerque to the Santuario de Chimayó with his guitarrón.
Tahire in the Garden at Night.
Albuquerque's October Sky
After a bit of time hiding, I'm ready to face the pressure!
Summer dreams and places I often pass or see
One winter, when Alex visited me in Albuquerque from Paris, we went to a Colcha Embroidery workshop. Being the only two under 60, the elderly women who ran the group began to argue about Saint Anne after handing us flowers to practice on.
Without notice, April grabbed my hand and ran into the theater.
When my parents were young and Kuwait composed of old mud houses in a handful of neighborhoods along the shore, there was a man who's donkey would often escape at night and he'd roam the small streets calling for him.
Whenever I would cry for petty reasons as a child, my parents would ask “What's the problem? Did you lose your donkey?”
Processing during and in-between naps.
I never intended for the French language to remain a part of my life, but that's how each morning starts.
Life with Florian is so sweet.
In a dream I was in Kuwait and coming back to Albuquerque. The only reason stopping me from taking the boat was the night.
What it feels like to speak two languages while juggling a third.
The Jinn took the incense and kindly left when asked.
My heart fell in my stomach.
Feeling like a foreigner in my own country, I sometimes hide behind my own timidity.
My mom sent me a photo of herself holding a cockatoo and smiling today, and it made me feel so happy.
Whenever I forget my studio window open, my toughest critics come in and have a party.
My father liked to write poetry.
Looking forward to my 29th birthday!
Cover illustration for "New Mexico Kids Matter"
Kuwaiti cats are always lounging around the shore
Me and Alex had so many lighthearted talks in parks, squares, and gardens when we lived near each other.
Alex took me to see Cezanne's studio.
Birthday gifts and Omens.
Me + Mohammed after the antiquities museum
Uncertain of what the future holds, Alex moved back to Paris.
My dad really, really wanted me to be strong, independent, and educated. When I feel scared, I can still hear him pushing me through.
When me and Alex met, we went to every art exhibit, movie, and performance we could get to. We ran around all of Paris, and when I felt homesick, she invited me to the sea with her family.
Sometimes, I accidentally wake up at night.
Hadrien likes to write fiction.
If you've ever wondered what it's like to be married to a sweet + timid Frenchman, it's like this:
Keeping pigeons on the roof is an ancient tradition in the Persian Gulf.
We ran into a family of wild boars.
Walking to get lemonade, before running into the boars
I worry and ruminate about a lot of things: like speaking with people I admire.
I loved going to my grandpa's house in Adailiya, and now I love listening to my mom's stories about her youth there.
Winter doubts and dreams.
When I was 17 my parents moved back to Kuwait and I would visit them during the summers. I would go on after-midnight swims in the sea with them.
I'm not sure what I love most about my mom and her sisters. Their wit, their grace, or their temper.
Trying to fit in my first morning in New York City.
Ford and the rail tracks.
The nights are becoming long
11 p.m. watermelon and black tea with my dad at the sea.
He was so funny, and he was always humming music to himself.
Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz in the City Night.
People will burn the anguish, anxiety, and gloom of their past year in Santa Fe.
My Aunt's sister would wear glasses that would enlarge her eyes. She was so strict with us when I was a child I was often afraid of her, but I found her to be so lovely as I got older. The hardest part about living so far is not being able to be present at these times. I was sorry to not see her before she left.
A love-letter to Albuquerque.
At a historic mosque in Cairo full of tourists, a young Egyptian boy was running amok and I heard his mom yell at him: “Come here! Come here before those English people kidnap you!”
Traveling between cities and spending a night alone, April was met with unexpected company.
Each year, Noah walks from Albuquerque to the Santuario de Chimayó with his guitarrón.
Tahire in the Garden at Night.
Albuquerque's October Sky
After a bit of time hiding, I'm ready to face the pressure!
Summer dreams and places I often pass or see
One winter, when Alex visited me in Albuquerque from Paris, we went to a Colcha Embroidery workshop. Being the only two under 60, the elderly women who ran the group began to argue about Saint Anne after handing us flowers to practice on.
Without notice, April grabbed my hand and ran into the theater.
When my parents were young and Kuwait composed of old mud houses in a handful of neighborhoods along the shore, there was a man who's donkey would often escape at night and he'd roam the small streets calling for him.
Whenever I would cry for petty reasons as a child, my parents would ask “What's the problem? Did you lose your donkey?”
Processing during and in-between naps.
I never intended for the French language to remain a part of my life, but that's how each morning starts.
Life with Florian is so sweet.
In a dream I was in Kuwait and coming back to Albuquerque. The only reason stopping me from taking the boat was the night.
What it feels like to speak two languages while juggling a third.
The Jinn took the incense and kindly left when asked.
My heart fell in my stomach.
Feeling like a foreigner in my own country, I sometimes hide behind my own timidity.
My mom sent me a photo of herself holding a cockatoo and smiling today, and it made me feel so happy.
Whenever I forget my studio window open, my toughest critics come in and have a party.
My father liked to write poetry.
Looking forward to my 29th birthday!
Cover illustration for "New Mexico Kids Matter"
Kuwaiti cats are always lounging around the shore
Me and Alex had so many lighthearted talks in parks, squares, and gardens when we lived near each other.
Alex took me to see Cezanne's studio.
Birthday gifts and Omens.
Me + Mohammed after the antiquities museum
Uncertain of what the future holds, Alex moved back to Paris.
My dad really, really wanted me to be strong, independent, and educated. When I feel scared, I can still hear him pushing me through.
When me and Alex met, we went to every art exhibit, movie, and performance we could get to. We ran around all of Paris, and when I felt homesick, she invited me to the sea with her family.
Sometimes, I accidentally wake up at night.
Hadrien likes to write fiction.
If you've ever wondered what it's like to be married to a sweet + timid Frenchman, it's like this:
Keeping pigeons on the roof is an ancient tradition in the Persian Gulf.
We ran into a family of wild boars.
Walking to get lemonade, before running into the boars
