When My Hips Learned to Speak Arabic: A Malaysian's Oriental Dance Journey

A woman coming from the monsoon rains and nasi lemak-scented mornings of Malezya finding herself in the ancient rhythms of Kahire and the fascinating…

Beginning in a quiet studio in Bangsar with the faint scent of oud incense in the air and the rhythmic beats of the tabla, this journey reveals the unexpected dialogue the writer establishes with her own body…