1. How brave do I want to be?
I have cleaned out all my fountain pens and refilled them with different inks in preparation for the conversation with my notebook(s) on my new book. I’ve started with a series of questions, foremost being: How brave do I want to be?
I have cleaned out all my fountain pens and refilled them with different inks in preparation for the conversation with my notebook(s) on my new book. I’ve started with a series of questions, foremost being: How brave do I want to be?
2. How brave can I be?
I knew at 16 that I would be a writer. I began in 1989 when I was 22 as a journalist/news reporter. I am now 52. Over the last 30 years I have been working - writing - my way from being outwardly focused to burrowing into my thoughts/unsaid.
I knew at 16 that I would be a writer. I began in 1989 when I was 22 as a journalist/news reporter. I am now 52. Over the last 30 years I have been working - writing - my way from being outwardly focused to burrowing into my thoughts/unsaid.
The courage it takes to report on the tyranny of the Mubarak regime - the “political - is very different than the bravery I need to take on the tyranny of the self and her surroundings - the personal. Taking on Mubarak, the Muslim Brotherhood, Sisi and Trump combined is easier.
3. How brave have I been?
When riot police in Cairo broke my left arm and right hand and sexually assaulted me and both my arms were in casts for three months, it was a death of sorts. I survived but old Mona is gone. And my writing and speaking markedly changed from Nov 2011 on
When riot police in Cairo broke my left arm and right hand and sexually assaulted me and both my arms were in casts for three months, it was a death of sorts. I survived but old Mona is gone. And my writing and speaking markedly changed from Nov 2011 on
4. What must I say?
New Mona dyed her hair red, tattooed her arms as her fuck you I survived, you didn’t kill me, and writing became that more urgent. What haven’t I said? Why not? I could have died. What am I waiting for?
1. How brave do I want to be?
New Mona dyed her hair red, tattooed her arms as her fuck you I survived, you didn’t kill me, and writing became that more urgent. What haven’t I said? Why not? I could have died. What am I waiting for?
1. How brave do I want to be?
