This was a very moving collection of Arab writers exploring the intersection of their racial and sexual identities. As with most anthologies, some pieces were stronger than others. My main issue was not with the quality of writing but with the length - sometimes it felt like being rushed to the next piece, without allowing the author full space to explore what needed to be explored. 

Overall, it’s gorgeous and achingly sad in parts. But where there was one queer person disowned by their family for who they are, there was another finding space with a partner to discover their true selves. Though it is undeniable that a lot of these pieces are very sad. 

Favourites were An August, A September and My Mother, Unheld Conversations, Tweets to a Queer Arab Poet and Trophy Hunters, White Saviours and Grindr.