‘Welcome to the Kasperina’. That is the kind of phrase that is said with such sly revelry, such smooth ease that it makes the patrons feel instant pride upon hearing it. They know they’ve made it to the inner sanctum when you say that.

By Ahmed Latif

It must be said that there has never been a more idyllic roommate in the long and proud history of poor peoples brought together to cohabitate than my current roommate.

By Ahmed Latif

In the English language there are words like ‘facetious’; they are an ugly package in an ugly wrapping.  Why is ‘facetious’ ugly you ask?  Well, if you must know, this is why …

By Ahmed Latif

It was a soft summer afternoon, the one where the wind feels like a familiar kiss as you do the dishes after a big family feast held outside in the garden.  That is to say, in a very long winded way, it was an hour to sunset and the temperature was 19 (Celsius of course because I am not a neanderthal) and there was a light breeze.  It was the kind of afternoon that I imagine the corrupted youth of Athens longed for.  The kind where they lounged around and spoke of all the things they saw and never understood.  And the only person that told them the truth was Socrates.