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Snowflake
The storm has finally passed. Its dark clouds fleeing to the west, Leaving the land for another day. I wandered into the snow, Smiling despite…
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Book Review: Utopia
As the world we live in crumbles in anticipation of a third World War, unprecedented economic deterioration, and multiple genocides, the media shows a different…
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Adnan, Unredacted: The View from This Table
A green hat, a black fur coat, long black boots. She sits by the window, stirring her coffee without drinking it. A man in a…
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6AM
6am.An empty classroom;darkness pooling across the deskslike it belongs here,like it’s waiting. My phone glows against the nightthat refuses to leave,a Russian song slipping through…
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أين العرب؟
عشتُ في بلاد العروبةِ عشرين عامًاما رأيتُ ساعةً فيها العرب حفظتُ أسماءَ شوارعهاأكلتُ خبزَ مخابزهاوارتشفتُ قهوةَ مقاهيهالكني ما ذقتُ فيها أبدًاشيئًا من العرب ،رأيتُ شعوبًا،…
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I adore Friday mornings
I watch the faint white steamDance upwards from hot sage tea Leaves steeped In my mother’s favourite mug I adore Friday mornings When I hear my nosy…
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أملٌ بالي
،يدوّي صوت حفيف الشجر في قلبي ،ويزورني اليأس على غفلةٍ مني ،ويلفّني الأمل ولا يفلتني فما أضيق العيش لولا فسحةُ الأمل ،أملٌ ووهمٌ كاذبٌ يخدعني…
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A Grace to Be Left Alone
How do I keep goingWhen there is nowhere to go? How do I stay awakeWhen nights stretch endlessly? How do I stay hereWhen I do…
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Revenant
I hope I haunt you —bone-deep,like an ache you pretend you don’t feel. I hope I drift through the corridors of your nights,curling beneath your…
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Rummān
My mother hands me A bowl of pomegranate seedsAs she hands me a love So brilliant and bright As vivid as the crimson juice Staining…