• Bushra Rehman

    Bushra Rehman grew up in Corona, Queens but her mother says she was born in an ambulance flying through the streets of Brooklyn. Her father is not so sure, but it would explain a few things.

Marianna’s Beauty Salon AVAILABLE NOW!

“In Marianna’s Beauty Salon, a daughter-witness records the lifelong trades and private tolls of immigration: promise passed down to children who sing the songs of the new land, learning the charm and violence of strange streets. These poems travel memory’s vast landscapes and never quite get over love’s ability to simultaneously wound and sustain us. … Rehman’s poems are about home—the ones we inherit, flee. The homes we lose and still carry, and the homes we become for each other.” — Kamilah Aisha Moon, author of Starshine & Clay and She Has a Name

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Writing

Two Truths and a Lie: Writing Autobiographical Fiction Part I

First Posted on Poets & Writers on August 26, 2013. Go to Part II The first question people always ask me about my novel Corona is if it’s true. Yes, like me the character is a Pakistani who grew up in Corona, Queens, worked as a Puritan in a living history museum, and hitchhiked up and down […]

Bushra Rehman on a Book and a Baby

First Posted in Poets & Writers online on August 9, 2013. “I just gave birth to a book and a baby. It turns out that in the time it took from the acceptance of my manuscript to the moment of its publication, I could create a small human being in my body. I’d never thought […]

Secret Survivor: An Interview with Amita Swadhin

On the morning of July 16, 2012, I received a letter from Amita Swadhin, an activist and educator who is at the forefront of the movement to end Child Sexual Abuse. Her father Vashisht “Victor” Vaid was put on probation twenty years ago for sexually assaulting her during her childhood. Amita had just discovered Vaid […]

The Endless Baptism of Palestine

For the last few months, I’ve been working on a series of essays on Palestine. I’ve now written and erased my words until there is nothing left but the original title of the series. It could fit on a button: “Islamophobia is not the answer to Anti-Semitism.” —-Eventually, the title too had to be scratched. […]

Your Lock

Your lock is more delightful to me than a hundred keys – Jalal al-din Rumi It is the missing clasp of your body that shudders me awake, and before I fall asleep, I replay all the tightly wound metal of our kisses, all the ways our bodies resisted, all the ways we came unhinged, let […]