Kahwa قهوة

 My mom, my mom’s mom, and her mother…all drank kahwa, arabi coffee. Early mornings while reading scripture before children wake up. Hot afternoons when the electricity is out. Through the joys and sorrows. The bitterness. The sweetness. 

“Coffee should not be drunk in a hurry. It is the sister of time, and should be sipped slowly, slowly. Coffee is the sound of taste, a sound for the aroma. It is a meditation and a plunge into memories and the soul.” -Mahmoud Darwish, Palestinian activist, poet, from “Memories of Forgetfulness”