Or: My Crash Course in Having a Poker Face Zaatari Camp and Amman, Jordan – 2018 Rafat and I are sitting on the bench outside the kitchen trailer. It’s sunny and warm – April. Zaatari is just a massive trailer city on an otherwise empty stretch of desert flat land, so the afternoon sun always…
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Hi Georgie. I was reading you on Medium but wasn’t able to finish this very same story until I found…
I really enjoy your writing. I have no idea how you must get unstuck. I guess it will come when…
Hi Arati, so glad you stopped by, thank you for reading – and I agree, it is very heartening!!
This is so impressive. I am heartened to hear that your mom is able to set and meet these goals.…
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way to go Joan. I am pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to do it.
That voice you heard speaks truth.
Curious Georgie 
–مرحبا سلام Thank you so much, what a lovely comment to receive! I think you’re right; we can’t always be…