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Lostin deserts I do not know,the water has sunk,and I search for it. I keep company with a dogwho eats the soil of its land,never abandoning itdespite thirstand sorrow. I waitfor whoever comes behind the mirage,and wonder—what is itthat the crow circles? Its most precious possessionis watermixed with earth. If you want a drink,you must […]
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In the middle of the desert, there is a train that goes nowhere. “Tickets please!”, says the young woman with the eyes of an old lady. She guards the entrance to the wagon, which is said to be haunted. I gaze down to the hem of her skirt, the intricate embroidery as red as her […]
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This piece is published in collaboration with Widjan, a Beirut based literary magazine of prose by Arabs When she opened her eyes, all she could see in front of her was grey – the sky was vacant, the greenery that once surrounded the city, now turned to ash; all she could hear was the high-pitched […]
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Why haven’t they arrived yet? I’m interested in listening to their story. Learning about their journey. Are they busy working on a new manuscript? Is the “writer” a novelist or a biographer? A playwright or a poet? It wouldn’t be good news if it’s the latter. I cannot endure a poet’s overinflated ego. Occasionally, I […]
((راديو أحلام العصر)) is an ongoing project, the product of a sleepless night and its accompanying hysteria. It is a collection of absurd questions which seek to examine the intrusive thoughts so often discarded without being given their due. For many of these very few people answer in the same way, for the same reasons. […]
“There are many people who reach their conclusions about life like schoolboys: they cheat their master by copying the answer out of a book without having worked the sum out for themselves.” – Soren Kierkegaard All over the world today the public is taken advantage of; lied, stolen from, and browbeaten into averageness. The illusion […]
