Tag: Sahar Mustafah

, | By Sahar Mustafah

[ June 29, 2015 ]

The Great Chicago Fire

  His right eyelid was like an apricot pulp forgotten in the sun too long, its once inviting color long faded. My parents wanted me to call him khalo, but khalo meant uncle, and uncle was familiar, yet this man wasn’t familiar to me at all. Though he and my mother shared the same thick, …