I read “If I Were Another”, a collection of beautiful poems by Darwish some time ago. The collection was released in 2009, and having purchased it in Beirut back in December, I thought today, the day that Darwish left us some two short...
Category - Poetry
What words coming to life look like…
I am at a loss for words. Truly. Only a few months ago you were in Amman. And I waited amidst the swarms of people just to see a glimpse of you, or hear a single syllable from one of your poems. Your words transcended everything. Everything. God...
In the state of siege, site time becomes space Transfixed in its eternity In the state of siege, ask space becomes time That has missed its yesterday and its tomorrow… The siege will last in order to convince us we must choose an enslavement...
I. I learned to whistle our bloody history through my teeth Painted our folklore on the harsh canvas walls of caves To remember the biographies of a continent That screamed to the colonialist This is the way we dance These are our truths Yes, every...
Admit something: Everyone you see, treatment you say to them, no rx “Love me.” Of course you do not do this out loud; Otherwise, Someone would call the cops. Still Though, Think about this, This great pull in us to connect. Why not...
What a skilled man can do with a hammer The advanced pilgram can do with Thought. One builds their own seat in this world Using God – The only material That is E v e r y w h e r e . – Hafiz