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I will eat misery
A November morning It’s been raining lately, or so they say. I find myself wondering: what if it…
Self-Portrait in Diaspora
What befalls language after I forsake it?War never ceases writing the poemwhile my presence means nothing andmy departure…
A Distant Grandmother Weeps in the Dark
Sometimes your day begins at three in the morning, to fragments of a dream whose details you can…
And Wear Your White Shawl at My Funeral
On the banks of the Euphrates, in the district of al-Rumaitha, in the city of Samawah in southern…
Elixir of Life
Hearts full, tiny feet raced the sun’s rays across the land. The dust embraced resplendent grapevines, with heavy…
A Dream not my own
(1) Aria It was as if I’d just landed in a small village…
Exploiting Femininity & Others
Preamble A disguised defeatwhen all is said and donenothing will remainbut society’s burden turned to dustdrifting through eternity.…
The Last Supper
“Take, eat; this is My body.” Thus, Jesus spoke to his disciples before kneeling to wash their feet.…
A Precious Catch & Others
A Precious Catch In the stretch of my life I only caught a solitary sardine,From a little countryside…
Untitled & Dad
Untitled I have nothing to narrate Except regarding some lives close to mine My life is empty from…