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Nineteen Rooms, One House

Each story in INHALE is a room. Some are bedrooms, some interrogation chambers, some kitchens where bread is still warm. Together they form one house—the architecture of breath under siege. The Prologue opens the door; these nineteen stories are what waits inside.

Part IThe Unraveling

  1. Black Hole Above Gaza

    A story that opens with darkness overhead and maps the pull of gravity on a place where light itself seems to bend. The unraveling begins not with a thread, but with a sky that refuses to stay still.

  2. Mother Tongue

    Language becomes a landscape — the words a mother passes to her children carry the geography of a place they may never see. What happens when the tongue itself becomes the territory.

  3. The Prophet

    A figure who sees what others refuse to look at. Prophecy here is not prediction but witness — the unbearable clarity of naming what is happening while it happens.


Part IIThe Searching

  1. Khalil

    A name that means friend. A story about the search for connection across fractures — between people, between places, between the person you were and the person the world has made you become.

  2. Division

    What divides is not always a wall. Sometimes it is a policy, a permit, a single word on a form. This story traces the arithmetic of separation — how a life gets divided until the remainder is all that’s left.

  3. The Taste of Other Alphabets

    Language as taste, as texture on the tongue. A story about learning to speak in someone else’s alphabet and the flavors that get lost — or found — in translation.

  4. Book of Returns

    A catalogue of all the ways people come back — to places, to memories, to versions of themselves they thought they’d left behind. The book is never finished because the returns never stop.


Part IIIThe Witnessing

  1. The Row Into Morning

    A journey that begins in darkness and pulls toward light. The rowing is both literal and metaphorical — a crossing that demands every muscle, every breath, every act of faith in the direction of dawn.

  2. We Held

    The simplest verb, the hardest act. A story about what it means to hold — a hand, a memory, a line, a breath — when everything around you insists on letting go.

  3. Ad-du’ā’ yaṣil

    The prayer arrives. A story told partly in Arabic, where supplication crosses borders that bodies cannot. The du’ā’ — the personal prayer — becomes the only passport that is never denied.

  4. Ya Tayr

    O Bird. A story addressed to what flies above walls, above checkpoints, above the logic of borders. The bird carries what the ground cannot — a message, a seed, a refusal to be grounded.


Part IVThe Reaching

  1. The Blue Apartment

    A room painted the color of the sea, or the sky, or the bruise that forms when you press your thumb against the place where memory lives. The apartment is both shelter and archive.

  2. Resonance

    Sound that persists after the source has stopped. A story about the vibrations that remain in walls, in bodies, in the air between two people who once shared a frequency.

  3. The Walls We Dream Against

    Every wall has two sides and both sides dream. A story about the impossible architecture of longing — how desire presses against concrete and sometimes, impossibly, leaves a mark.

  4. Later Is My Favorite Time Zone

    A meditation on deferral, on the future tense as a form of resistance. Later is where the garden grows, where the children graduate, where the cease-fire holds. Later is the only country with open borders.


Part VThe Lasting

  1. The Weight of Wet Soil

    Earth after rain holds everything — seeds, bones, the foundations of houses. A story about what the ground remembers and the heaviness of land that has absorbed too much.

  2. The Tree Insists on Spring

    Against all evidence, against all reason, the tree blooms. A story about biological stubbornness — the insistence of roots and branches on a future that nothing else confirms.

  3. After

    The smallest, most impossible word. After the siege. After the crossing. After the breath. A story about what comes next when ‘next’ was never guaranteed.

  4. We Return

    The final declaration. Not ‘I’ but ‘we.’ Not a question but a statement. The collection closes as it opened — at a border — but this time the breath moves in the other direction.