<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184491.post5372816049882878411..comments</id><updated>2010-03-27T17:07:56.350-07:00</updated><category term='salvageable goods..'/><category term='cash rules everything around me...'/><category term='neocolonialism'/><category term='derechos: human rights'/><category term='second homes: south africa'/><category term='the young folk..'/><category term='rumi: born into color'/><category term='wiretap'/><category term='los estados unidos'/><category term='crime+punishment+redemption'/><category term='ms. teacher lady'/><category term='moving parts: gender+sexuality'/><category term='their spirit grew robust'/><category term='ardh/earthsong...'/><category term='i contain multitudes...'/><category term='photography'/><category term='eternal sunshine of the spotless mind'/><category term='i com'/><category term='ivory tower'/><category term='a pleasure to the ears..'/><category term='black is the color...'/><category term='gentrification/whose neighborhood?'/><category term='word+deed'/><category term='dunya wa akhirah'/><category term='35mm exposures'/><category term='living in war times'/><category term='around the way..'/><category term='hijab: folks think it&apos;s sewn into my scalp'/><category term='africa+diaspora'/><category term='good eats (+not so good)'/><category term='writing(blues)'/><category term='the politics of health+healing'/><category term='around the globe (politics)'/><category term='homelands+home(less)'/><category term='geography+movement+spatial politics'/><category term='nomads+maroons+wanderlusters'/><category term='hadith: the prophet said..'/><category term='islam: al iman al mufassal'/><category term='(re/mis)education(?)'/><category term='the creatives+innovators..'/><category term='words+nerds'/><title type='text'>Comments on kameelahwrites: 27/2010: peculiar place.</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kameelahwrites.com/feeds/5372816049882878411/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184491/5372816049882878411/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kameelahwrites.com/index.html#5372816049882878411'/><author><name>kameelah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08426855975345190053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184491.post-2908522421021215072</id><published>2010-03-19T16:07:00.883-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:07:00.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>salaams! i miss you and hope you are well. whateve...</title><content type='html'>salaams! i miss you and hope you are well. whatever changes, inshaAllah they are beneficial ones in the long run. just wanted you to know i&amp;#39;m thinking of you lots &amp;amp; sending you love.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184491/5372816049882878411/comments/default/2908522421021215072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184491/5372816049882878411/comments/default/2908522421021215072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kameelahwrites.com/index.html#5372816049882878411' title=''/><author><name>Aaminah Al-Naksibendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01264975459906442790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YNGI6vud1ME/S3_3JAhGWsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/x0mGgTG56sw/S220/Purple+Hijab+Day+2.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kameelahwrites.com/index.html#5372816049882878411' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184491.post-5372816049882878411' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184491/posts/default/5372816049882878411' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1162987654'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184491.post-7706102095199024072</id><published>2010-03-19T07:46:14.408-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T07:46:14.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silence is loud when you listen to it. 

i find va...</title><content type='html'>silence is loud when you listen to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find value in oblique prose because it reminds me of our humanity. it reminds of the imbalance resulting from being so far away from peace. and not everyone who writes something valubale has to &amp;quot;have it together.&amp;quot; i almost see it revolutionary in a sense to write out the effects of feeling uncomfortable. we need narratives from people who aren&amp;#39;t comfortable with their positionality. maybe thats why i read what i read. &lt;br /&gt;we have multitudes,right? layers. i guess i see beauty in internal clash.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184491/5372816049882878411/comments/default/7706102095199024072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184491/5372816049882878411/comments/default/7706102095199024072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kameelahwrites.com/index.html#5372816049882878411' title=''/><author><name>z.bediako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055742017907142757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07515536557679363444'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5RDr-NivE/SxUfPPpwrTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0eXP_Q-hpd8/S220/13035_1060796816484_1722868545_119314_958451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kameelahwrites.com/index.html#5372816049882878411' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184491.post-5372816049882878411' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184491/posts/default/5372816049882878411' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1762323505'/></entry></feed>
