We took to the streets of Baghdad to ask everyday folks what love means to them.
This will become a poem about a flung teargas canister, but first your hair.
We caught up with Amrou Al-Kadhi to discuss queer Iraqi love and how it can be seen through the parameters of quantum physics.
Photographs act both as a memory box and a time machine.
Love between two puppies, delivered in the most Iraqi of ways.
The beats of my heart pound with a deafening precision that chimes in time with the anxiety crawling through my chest.
Sometimes, nothing says, “I Love You,” more than food.
A camera helps this photographer time travel to Iraq from her home in Scotland.
Should a language pretend to know more about love than music, then it must be a lie.
