KUWAIT CITY: A friend in New York recently asked me what Ramadan was like. Borrowing a chapter from my three-year-old son's playbook, I tried to explain it in constructs that would be familiar to her. I asked her to imagine a traditional American (...)
NEW YORK: When I was 20 years old I boarded a train for Auschwitz. The year was 1992. Courtesy of 10 years at a predominantly Jewish summer camp in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, I was probably the only Arab child who ever grew up fearing the (...)
KUWAIT CITY: It was the first time I realized that the very bright, young and privileged can also be very foolish. In the summer of 1989, a couple of my American friends, dressed in Arab garb borrowed from me and toting water rifles, "terrorized the (...)
KUWAIT CITY: In the Arab world, it is held as an unadulterated truth that the Quran is best read in its original classical Arabic. But is keeping it closed off to further translation supporting God's will or suppressing it?
Many believe that what (...)
All art is at once surface and symbol. Those that go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art mirrors. -Oscar Wilde
It is neither a secret nor a surprise (...)