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متى تصدق كتب التاريخ؟
متى تَصدقُ كتبُ التاريخِ في مدارسنا؟ فما من درسٍ حفظتُهُ إلا وكانَ كذبا ،حقنوني منذ الصغر ،بفينقيا ،بجمالِ بِاشا وبجمالِ القرميدِ الأحمرْ لم يخبرني أحدٌ…
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Caged in Nothing
Imagine being caged: steel and shadow pressing into your skin, sharp, cold, unyielding – a prison built to suffocate, not hold. Your face is gone.…
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Ruins I Chose
Infrastructure Infrastructure stands in front of me; In my hand, a hammer. In my heart, a plea. Destroy the tower and keep what I have?…
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Samak
There once was the daughter of a fisherman who was deathly afraid of the sea. Sat on the shore at the port of Jaffa, Looked…
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Adnan, Unredacted: I Survived the Dentist
Today was inevitable; it had to be done. Something I had postponed twice, lied about once, and considered moving cities to avoid. Something terrifying. The…
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Book Review: Returning to Haifa
What is a homeland? Ghassan Kanafani poses this question in Returning to Haifa, his final novella before his death. Throughout the story, he spirals through…
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Pomegranate
There are thresholds that swallow their own names. She walks them like Eurydice walking backward, trusting the dark knows where it’s going. Something ancient lives…
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There is a space… That one reaches
There is a space /// that one reaches ////// where tales can be told ///////// and spaces unfold //////////// with a heart full of gold.…
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On Being Alone, Not Lonely
You don’t realize how alone you are, how few friends have left you, all at once. It hits in waves. When you want to try…
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حروف اللقاء
،كتبتُ قصائدَ وأشعاراً أبديةً تخلّدُ اسمك.ريثما أصلُ إلى عينيك…يا ليتَ حروفي تبلغُ مَداهمامن ذا الذي يجمعُ بين حبيبين؟