Begging Language
Lend me a hand, lend me a word, a might. Arm me with it, so I can face TV and democracy. Let me have your venom, your pointy letters, a sword, a…
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An Excerpt from “Colour Red”
It was on a Friday afternoon that my eyes first met his. November 3rd, or was it the 2nd? I did not see how the date would matter, for I was not gone…
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The Burning Candle
He was sitting in the corner of his room, pressed against the wall. He stared at the burning candle, hoping it would ignite something deep within…
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Al-Farasha, Unnamed
The station is fussy. People are coming, going, embracing, crying, and looking at their tickets repeatedly. Yet, the people in the station of…
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Running out of Age
I’m a thief I confess; Stealing youth out of- Cigarettes I bring to life, And suffocate with my lips. But I take no pleasure- In my dreadful doing,…
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In Memoriam
My sister Meryem was born when I was five years old. At that time, I started forming explicit childhood memories. Meryem was diagnosed with a…
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Distance – A Short Story
The white cloth draped over my shoulders is the only thing that reminds me, in such moments of chaos, of the reason why I came here in the first…
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I’m Only a Wayfarer
I’m only a wayfarer, Travelling across lands, Crossing deserts with all their hazards. Barefoot, Half-naked, And half-baked by the heat, From above…
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