Bint

Ghinwa Jawhari's debut collection is a meditation on the Arabic word bint (بنت), or girl. The girl in these pages attempts to reconcile an American identity as a mite of the wooden house. At the onset of her acned year, she is polluted with breasts, suddenly aware of her body and its reaction to other bodies.

In BINT, the palate succumbs to pleasure-crested pricks just as the din of tradition continues to conjure a valley of mirrors. The thrill of the unknown contrasts with what is taught, contextless and insistent. Through it all, the future is discernible, and glistens on in the smoke, like Beirut's blue neon of a prayer bead.