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Layla Anwar, An Arab Woman Blues

...After the customary greetings, the subject naturally took the direction it was expected to take...The Occupation. Different faces, different names but the same stories repeating themselves endlessly, painfully, tediously, sometimes to the the point of banality. Who got killed, who got tortured, who got kidnapped, who fled, who emigrated, who lost his job, who lost an arm, who lost an eye, who lost a leg, who lost a husband, a son, a daughter...security, electricity, water, the government... The usual stuff, courtesy of the American occupation. And of course every single woman present, had a story to tell…

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