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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…
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Adnan, Unredacted: On Sounding Normal in Public
Theory about voice changing.Can a person speak in different voices?Is it normal to talk in two different voices? This was my search history for the…
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سأقتلع عيني يا أبي
لقد فَقَدَتْ عيناي القدرة على التأثر والانفعال. صارت تمر بأحداث ومشاهدات، فيها ما فيها من القتل والعنف والدم والسلخ والجلد والتقطيع والتقطيب، ورغم ذلك، لا…
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To the Soldier Who Points a Gun at Me
You think I’m here to die. You think that’s all we know how to do, Bleed, bury, break. But listen – I grow things; Tomatoes…
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Troubled Night
What trouble does the moon bring me at ten? Life’s racing my heart again. The ticks are getting louder, With that anxious clowder Clouds growl…
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Six-Hour Guard Shift on the Northeastern Point of the Emile Helou Security Complex
There’s always something different at the start of a new day; the air shifts and time resets. The stubborn illusion of change replays the same…
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Avoid the imposter
I am a writer – a great great writer. Words bend to my will and I move them around like puppets. I am a great…
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Book Review: Orhan’s Inheritance
Originally published in 2015, Aline Ohanesian’s debut novel, ‘Orhan’s Inheritance,’ is a beautiful and emotional historical fiction about the Armenian Genocide. While not recognized by…
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عيد الميلاد
،قد أتى عيد الميلادِ يا حبيبتي…وأُضيئت الأشجارولكني لا أعلم أيَّ نجمةٍأضاءتهم ،قد أتى عيد الميلاد— وأتى الشتاء لكن في قلبيلم يرحل يومًا ،قد أتى عيد…