It was Ramadan. In the time of Trump. So you couldn’t just go to some restaurants, you’d have to wait until dark. I don’t fast, but to eat in front of other Arab Americans who do would be an asshole move, undignified. Dignity is my organized religion.
Posts tagged immigrant
Denim by Christine Kitano
“My mother, the young / immigrant, worked for minimum / wage at Denny’s, serving thin / coffee to men in blue denim. / My mother, sixteen, nimble…”