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A series by @nadia

Two Languages, One Notebook

Prayer, rain and what a house remembers — three poems about carrying a mother's language into one that was never quite built to hold it.

Nadia Osei · 2026-09-20

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00What My Mother Prayed in the Other LanguageNadia Osei · @nadiaShe prayed in the language I was taught to lose, soft in the kitchen, before the six o'clock news.1 critique

01Two Words for RainNadia Osei · @nadiaMy mother's language has two words for rain — one for the kind that asks permission,1 critique

02Small InheritanceNadia Osei · @nadiaHer keys still turn the lock, though she does not. Once, this hallway held more furniture than light.Waiting on a reader