I’m going through security in an Istanbul airport. As I pass through the metal detector I am greeted by a woman, the airport security officer. She has a simultaneously pleased and confused look on her face as she speaks to me in quick Turkish.

I respond in English: I don’t speak Turkish.

She continues to look at me, her curiosity flowing through her facial expressions, and asks me in English: man or woman?

WELCOME.

I’M ANHU

HEALER, WRITER, MULTIDISCIPLINARY CREATOR, EXISTING IN THE LIMINAL SPACE BETWEEN BINARIES

“The sound bath carries me like the sea water does, cradling my psyche softly, gently encouraging my soul to float.

Like the starfish on my legs I have made my way to shallow waters. Finally I am no longer in a constant state of t/dreading.”

The breeze answers our call when we speak her name, she kisses our ears with a cooling whisper of winter as we sit, shaded from the Siwan sun.

A few of my favorite sounds…

The sound of her voice calling me ‘habibet alby’, her tone so full of love and adoration. Her eyes sparkle and the love sweats sweetly out of her pores. Her voice singing along to Umm Kulthum, longingly, as if calling for a simpler time. The sound of cards being shuffled, as the game continues. The sound of a gas oven, with rozz me3amar cooking slowly in its embrace. The sound of the sib7a beads gently bumping into each other as she recites her prayers. The sound of the thin Quranic pages that she turns when she reads her daily verse. 

Anhu

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Mahdaly

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Anhu · Mahdaly ·

Healer

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Writer

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Healer · Writer · Creative ·

Notes from my journal…