Brush your teeth.

I haven't washed my hair.

I wash my clothes.

I'm undressing.

Brush your teeth properly before going to bed.

Sami started taking my clothes off.

Please wash your hands properly before eating.

Cut, wash and dry, please.

I will wash my hands in innocence, so I will go about your altar, Yahweh

I will wash mine hands in innocency so will I compass thine altar, O LORD

I was still wearing black.

I got dressed when it was time to leave the house.

I sit and wait for the transfer. Two days pass, and on the third we get transferred to Raqqa the Military Security branch there.

So I get out of the shower and I mechanically dress and I'm walking around my apartment, and I'm thinking, I gotta get to work. I gotta get to work.

What that means is prepping my outfit, prepping options, trying to figure out what I'm coming behind and going in front of.

I have trodden the winepress alone and of the peoples there was no man with me yes, I trod them in my anger, and trampled them in my wrath and their lifeblood is sprinkled on my garments, and I have stained all my clothing.

I have trodden the winepress alone and of the people there was none with me for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment.

I used to sleep in the bathtub on the 11th floor in Hamra, wearing all my clothes, because I did not want to have my blown up body parts naked on television... from the memories of the War of Elimination

Fortunately, I don't live in a country where I need to be worried a policeman will come after me and fine me either for looking insufficiently pious, or strip me down in the name of liberation.

You bring your water, you bring your soap, I wash the clothes for you. Charge 50 paisa, one rupee for you per lot, and a new business model can emerge.

Literally hundreds of elevator rides were spent with me alone stuffing the pump into my Spanx, hoping the doors wouldn't open unexpectedly.

Moving around every day with my suitcase and my laptop which should not contain any thing that could condemn me at the regime s check points . Moving around from one house to the other, followed by the wondering, rather terrified gazes of my friends parents, whom I cannot blame.

My carry on was carefully scrutinized, my passport examined from every angle, my shoes turned upside down (supposedly to see if anything was hidden in them), and my makeup bag was gone over with a fine tooth comb.

When I wake up in the morning I pour the coffee I read the paper And then I slowly and so softly do the dishes So feed the fishes You sing me happy birthday Like it's gonna be your last day here on Earth All right.