Monthly Archives: August 2025
As kind as sunshine: Why I write
Years ago, I had a conversation with my mother about the Middle East. With mingled pleasure
and pain, she told me about her c...
The Strange Case of the Missing Zero and the Over-mighty Neighbour
It sounds like the title of a Sherlock Holmes story. In fact, we're talking about something more prosaic: the relative strengths of pub...
On Love and Loss
Last summer, my mother succumbed to cancer after a fleeting battle. Beautiful and generous, she was beloved by all who knew her. After ...
Work in Progress: the Craft of Printing
It takes a village to raise a child; a book is the work of many hands.
In today's digital world, most of us pay far too little attenti...
Refuge by Fatema Alarabi
In the streets where you grew up, there you will live and there you will die.
The Greek poet Cavafy, often quoted by the late great Ir...