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Burning Soul
Sad soulCrying through the night,bleeding, screaming,shattered apart,afraid of what is coming,shocked by what has been. They cut her wings —she cannot fly.The sad soul is trappedin Gaza’s broken heart,and it …
The Universal Symbol of Life: In Dialogue with Nicola Mastroserio’s Art and Philosophical Perspective
I recently had the good fortune to read the article “Nicola Mastroserio and the Universal Symbol of Life” in the online art magazine Art Times Now. I am familar with …
GAZA: LETTERS FROM THE END OF THE WORLD
I LONG FOR MY OLD WORLD I long for Gaza before the genocide, when winter nights weren’t warmed by heaters, but by my grandfather’s voice threading through the cold, telling …
I AM GAZA
Brother, Gaza knows no dawn.The sunrise brings no change.Darkness rips us apart even when the sky is bright.Hunger is our shadow.And the cold is yet another killer.How long must this …
IT SHALL PASS…
They always say:it shall pass.As simple as a three word sentence could be.They repeat it as if it were a curse.As if grief were smoke,easy to scatter with breath. But …
SUSPENDED
We wait—not because we expect peace,but because the bombing leaves us no other choice. We wait like one who hides a wound beneath the mud,Like one who buries their cry …
They Want Me Bare of Flesh
O Gate of God, I stand before youwithout power,without luxury,without Arabs,without woodto warm me when I shiver from the cold They want me bare of flesh, without fat, without bone …
Half an Hour in Gaza
The call to prayer rises.My brother goes out to pray at the mosque —the same mosque the Israelis threatened to bomb many times.A rocket sound.We rush to the windows,looking for …