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Engi Abou-El-Kheir

Canada

Sufferer of severe wanderlust, owner of freckles, lover of rain and rock music.

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Doha: A Memory of Childhood

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The summer lasts through the winter
In this desert country
Where the sun shines to one twenty-two
And the skyscrapers glint against the light, rid of the dust settled in every other crack

Here the sand crunches against all the tires
Of the hundreds of white cars stained beige in line
In the red light of both the traffic signal and the sky
Waiting for the green light to signal the commencement of the usual race

The waterfront bordering silvery...

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Doha: A Memory of Childhood

The summer lasts through the winter
In this desert country
Where the sun shines to one twenty-two
And the skyscrapers glint against the light, rid of the dust settled in every other crack

Here the sand crunches against all the tires
Of the hundreds of white cars stained beige in line
In the red light of both the traffic signal and the sky
Waiting for the green light to signal the commencement of the usual race

The waterfront bordering silvery blue skyline with islands spotting in the distance
Remind you that there is other-world in the dry air
Like meters of park greenery and dusty emerald bushes replacing the typical palm trees bordering sidewalks in corners of the city
When every growth is a small miracle made of white and yellow plumeria flowering

Ten Words to You

What home is when you are a wanderer with no fixed address or identity

Home is an idea made reality, pieced together by people.

I Remember

​The Childhood

I remember that July the sun hit so hard that I almost blacked out, sitting outside on the park swings. I remember the way the gravel filled all our shoes during the whole day, until the evening. I remember breaking my arm and wearing long sleeves over my dark green cast all summer, because that was when the insecurity kicked in. I remember how much I cried the day the hairdresser cut my hair to the top of my jaw, contrary to the chin length photo I had brought. I remember the half-wave matched with the wide smile Maryam would give me from far away. I remember the day of the week it was the year I turned the dreaded thirteen—a Wednesday. I remember the names of every single one of the neighborhood children from the year I was six. I remember Cherishe’s phone number from ten years ago, even though I’ve forgotten my own. I remember my throat blocking...

One Sentence Story

Broken

When the cracks start to show
The darkness and the light crash
And everyone looks to her
She will mend them as best she can
So no one witnesses the broken inside
And they will see strength
But not what it takes from her.

One Sentence Story

Broken

And when the cracks start to show
And the darkness and the light crash
And everyone looks to her
She will mend them as best she can
So no one witnesses the broken inside
And they will see strength
But not what it takes from her.

Letter Writing Competition 2016

Letter to the Dead

Dear Beatrice, 

      They said you were gone by the time the sun came up, slipping away with the night before, just like never waking up. in your sleep. Although I will never get over not being able to say a last goodbye, I will be forever grateful that you left in peace and no pain. 
     You know, I never expected to love New York so much. But then I had always hated Nowhere, Kansas, where I grew up; and when I left at the age of 12 I remember not even caring where I ended up, because no place could be worse than where I already was. I am now a New Yorker at heart, even more than you, I think, and you were born here. I hated it back there, in that miniscule town, the only Asian-specifcally, Vietnamese, family for miles. I was always different, but here in New York, everyone is different. So were you, who...

Six-Word Story

That Kind Of Person

I'm not that kind of person.
 

Friendship Narrative Competition 2016

Remember?

 If someone wanted to trace the exact origins of our friendship, they'd have to go back approximately 14 years and 6 months. I was a year and 6 months old, and you two were 2 years and six months and 5 months old respectively. I think it was foreordained that we meet each other. Fate. We had barely existed at all before we had met. That day on a bus sometime in the middle of a hot August month started it all. 
    We lived in the same apartment for four years and a half, of which I remember close to nothing. A birth, a celebration, a parting... After we left that building, and that country, we both moved to Qatar, that hot, deserty, summery, wonderful country. We lived down the street from each other. Sunshiny days filled with sneaking down to the corner store to buy the spiciest chips, the sourest candy and the fizziest drinks. Occasional pranks,...

All in a Name

Engi

My name is Engi. Yes, that's E-N-G-I; no that's not how it's pronunced, it's EN-GEE, as in gee thanks. Sometimes when I'm introducing myself or getting introduced, I feel the need to start the conversation with that opener so I don't have to go through the painful trial of having people pronouncing my name wrong or spelling it wrong.
For the pronounciation part, people usually think that my name is Angie, or at least is pronunced in the same way, when it is NOT. There are some other people who say it IN-GEE, and some creative people, EN-JAY.
For the spelling, I have made a game of seeing in how many different (WRONG) ways people can spell my name: Angie, Angi, Anji, Anjie, Engie, Enji, Enjie, N.G. (believe it.)...eight so far!
Some days I'll find it entertaining that people find it that hard, and some days Ill get really frustrated because IT'S NOT THAT HARD.
My mother says that my...

Writing Resolution

Writing Resolutions

I pledge to, for this year of 2016, WRITE, WRITE AND WRITE MORE!!!!
I pledge to fill 3 journals at least.
I pledge to write a story, and many ideas.
I pledge to carry around a writing notebook and WRITE IN IT.
I pledge to write poems.
I pledge to write many, many letters.
I pledge to find and unlock myself as an artist, a writer, and as myself through my writing.
I pledge to never give in to writer's block (curse you!) and to never, never, ever give up.
I pledge to write down my dreams, lists, and running commentaries on everything.
I pledge to always remember my dream and keep on following it.

2016 WILL BE A YEAR OF CREATIVITY!!!
(through the impending chaos I can feel coming XD)
 

Six-Word Memoir

Being Strong

Smiles hiding tears in the heart.

On the Last Day of the World

The Last Day

On the last day of the world, I'd go outside and walk around. I'd smile at every passing person in the street. I would give money to the homeless people sitting on sidewalks, hoping that fortune smiles down on them. I would lift my head up to the sunshine and breathe in the light, the dust, the sharp air. I'd go to the park and run to the swings, flying higher and higher, wind whipping my hair across my eyes and laughing like a little girl. Then I'd jump off, floating through the air, landing hard on my heels, and falling back on the grass. I would spend my money on anything and everything I had always and never wanted. I'd book a plane ticket to the place I left more than a year ago; the country that will never fade in my memory. I would go see my best friends, living on the opposite side of the Earth, and...

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