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generations of mothers weep
Borders I did not go to school for poetry or writing. Art has always been something that I…
Unfinished Exit
I keep thinkingabout the time in high schoolwhen you drewmea map of the city,I still have it somewhere.It…
On Refuge & Others
On Refuge If this was a mount betweenthe land I must run fromand a place uncertain,and I am…
Potato Groves
How many stars were visible the day Jesus was born?And on the day the midwife delivered my father,how…
Anna to Herself
I'm unhappy, Anyutochka,my heart no longer beats,or begs me to fightI was once a mango, now I have…
in the courtyard
in the courtyard,the yards of cloth surround ourstretched out bodies lying in the rusted beds that creak in…
Fahed Mohammed Shehab
Fahed Mohammed Shehab is Rowayat’s featured artist for Issue 10: Borders, a Palestinian born in Gaza City. He…
I Carried My Father to Uruk & Others
I Carried My Father to Uruk My father taught me how dates,gathered in enough numbers,left to age and…
Cairo III
The rain poured downthrough the treesbouncedoff the ledges and the leaves;rain always seems foreign herelike usin this house,watching…
How Can You Have Popsicles at a Time Like This?
July 2018 “If men appear in the road in front of us,” the cab driver said…