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THE BIG ONE TOGETHER AND STILL BEST FRIENDS by Lisa Argrette Ahmad
I was about to pass the mid-century mark. My 50th birthday. The Big One, as they say. Increasingly, I found myself watching the gentle gullies at the small of my back disappear. And I was bewildered by how much more attractive I was with [...]
HAIR by Lisa Argrette Ahmad
18. October 2011
Published in The Westchester Review (Volume 3); 2009
Ever since I was very young, my mother straightened my kinky hair. I have a vague recollection, when I was seven or eight, of my mother admonishing me to sit still while she carefully coaxed a hot, iron comb through my nappy hair and then replaced it on [...]
SEVENTEEN AND SPECTACULAR by Lisa Argrette Ahmad
18. October 2011
Published in Martha’s Vineyard Magazine (August 2010)
I caught a glimpse of her when I turned onto the narrow lane of cottages facing Ocean Park and the open sea. Something about the sunlight reflecting off her hair clip or the silver bracelets she wore on both wrists caught my eye. Curious, I pulled the car to [...]
RESISTANCE by Lisa Argrette Ahmad
7. October 2011
Published in The Mom Egg; Lessons (Volume 8); 2010
We were married in the one thousandth, nine hundredth and eighty ninth year of the Christian calendar. Even though we married before a Justice of the Peace without any regard for a white dress, I deemed our marriage a celestial miracle. Our orbiting masses were pulled to fusion by [...]
Excerpt from SISTERS-IN-LAW
10. November 2009
Considering one of them grew up in Lahore, that old city due north of the Pakistani capital, famous for its Mughal gardens and throaty ghazals and moreover for its festive soul and lights radiating throughout the city, and that the other grew up in a quiet, integrated suburb in America with cracked sidewalks and psychedelic [...]
Continue reading...Excerpts from NAVIGATING NOVEMBERS
29. October 2009
Perhaps he was anxious and forecast disaster in our gatherings. Or perhaps he wanted to protect me — the picture he had painted of our sameness. He told them we were alike. Only now, he knew differently. Over time he had discovered he was reserved and I was an extrovert; that he adjudicated slowly while [...]
Continue reading...Excerpt from SUSTENANCE
19. September 2009
It must have been the third time that same day we were eating a midday meal. Over and over, his Phoo Phoo wheeled a trolley cart across the sitting room, presenting sweet and salty offerings to us, replenishing what we had merely picked at the first time. Then she called us to a table laden with [...]
Continue reading...Excerpt from ARRIVAL
9. September 2009
It was August and even Pakistanis said it was the most unpleasant time of the year to be there because of the heat, the rains and disease. But I wouldn’t have cared had I known. After years of discussion and debate, one abandoned attempt, and two marriages in June before a Justice of the Peace [...]
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15. November 2011
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