I was born to South Asian immigrant artists and raised in the American West.

 

Through my writing, I think about ecologies, immigrant misery, the banality of evil, complex Muslim girlhood, sex, hunger, yearning, the beloved, motherhood, what it means to a 'happy' or 'sad' person, the plurality of grief, cooking, burning and perfecting, the role of myths, including the ones we inherit about ourselves and our lineage, and God.

 

I think most thinking is about God in some shape or form.

 

Each is a small act of bearing witness to the fractured divine.

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You can find my work here

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​I live in a tranquil and mostly dull part of the American West.

 

I see cows when I drive to Costco.

 

I live there with the love of my life, my husband, Dr. John C. Dulin.

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Thank you for visiting! 

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​With love,
Jaia

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