The Loophole of Happiness Project
It is the quiet that matters. The way one is heard. For the last two years of my life, I
Right Hands - V
It was a day that folded into other days. Today nestled so comfortably between yesterday and tomorrow that it was
Right Hands - IV
She swept the compound in a smooth zig-zag pattern, bending and turning at each corner until dust and particles of
Right Hands - III
His absence came with the proliferation of the poetry of marriage. Three weeks and no head or tail of Faruk,
Right Hands - II
In a flame, there are spaces. Spaces between the fiery blue section and the coal, and between the blue flame
Rights Hands - I
That evening, in front of Faruk, Khadijah understood for the first time how women got their happiness trimmed and sized.
Glory be Mercy - IV
The oil was too much, and Edna liked it. Each time she dipped the large metallic cooking spoon into the
Glory be Mercy - III
Between the end of the rainy season and the beginning of harmattan in 2009, when snails came out in droves
Glory be Mercy - II
It took a day too long for Mercy to realize she was dead. Time floated by, cinnamon dust in liquid,