Rana Shubair

Even at dawn, I knew the electricity would still be off and there’d be no source of ventilation, but there’s something about daylight which relieves me.

It makes me feel like I’ve gotten rid of a midnight monster.

I should accept that this place has always been an island

After class, I walk toward the exit looking—like my students—not toward the future but at my phone’s screen.

The Wrong Kind of Good

On playing netball at school in South Africa

Tour of Babel Primary category in which blog post is published

The Art of Arranging Yourself

On resourcefulness as a national trait.