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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
On 17 August 2024, the Israeli occupation launched airstrikes on eastern Salah Al-Dein Street in Deir Al-Ballah, Gaza. Many residents lost their homes and more than 30 individuals were killed …
To awaken one morning and brush away the remnants of sleep from my eyes, to gaze at the ticking hands of the clock with a lazy yawn, and then drift …
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