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“صديقتى.. أشتاق لذلك الثوب الذى أهدتنى أياه جدتى أشتاق لملمس تلك الغرز التى أفنت عمرها تحيكها أشتاق لحيث أعتادت تجلس بجانب عصافيرها.. أشتاق لحديثها وسكونها.. لضحكتها وغضبها.. أشتاق لمحاولتى تعلم كيف أخيط الغرزة وراء الأخرى مثلها.. وأشتاق لحبها لقطعة القماش التى ترقد بين أصابعها بأمان.. - رسائل فى زمن الحرب”

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Sara Ahmed
Sara Ahmed

Sara Ahmed is an influential scholar in the field of contemporary social and cultural criticism. Her research focuses on gender, race, and power structures, particularly as they manifest in academia and public life. more

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