Anes Ahmed
Articles by Anes Ahmed
The Little Syrian Girl
“As we held hands to school, I asked her again— / my mouth, a broken faucet. She held frozen. Always / did when I brought up Baba, or Syria, even our travels.”
“As we held hands to school, I asked her again— / my mouth, a broken faucet. She held frozen. Always / did when I brought up Baba, or Syria, even our travels.”