Hajar in America


We came over together
I spoke no English
He had a mission: grad school, then it’s back to save the masses

Here I am now with the baby on my hip,
alone in Newark, on foot, looking for milk at the all-night Exxon
I hear he’s marrying her,
the teaching assistant with the frosted hair

I have to learn how to drive.


Hijab Scenes #7



No I’m not bald No I’m not from that country where women can’t drive cars No I would not like to defect. Thank you, I’m already American What else would you like me to explain relevant to my opening a bank account, buying insurance, reserving a seat on a flight? Yes, I speak English Yes I’m legal Yes I carry explosives They’re called words and if you don’t get up off your assumptions, They’re going to blow you away

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Mohja Kahf teaches in the English department at the University of Arkansas.

This article was published in Issue 205.


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