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Baghdad, Iraq

Contributors: Naseer Hassan, Sadek Mohammed, Soheil Najm, Gulala Nouri

Baghdad, Iraq

« There you are returning to her once more. You never knew how many times you left and how many times you said you would never go back to her. » —Sadek Mohammah, Archaeology of Scorched Cities

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Baghdad's Spring of Creativity Festival media_image	Mutanabi Street media_image	Biografia Militaria in Eight Movements When a man begets war and doesn't know what to do with it, should he bathe it? Should he clothe it? Should he feed it? Should he comb its hair and send it with its siblings to school? ... media_text
From Suggested Signs Pollution The prostitute, at the front of the street Is gazing at me: The disastrous face… The blue clouds… The prostitute, at the front of the street, approaches (While I depart-... media_text	Vendor at Suq Haraj, or the Market of Confusion media_image	Arts inside the Qishla Fortress media_image
In the Beginning...and Later The fever called "living"! – Edgar Allan Poe An ancient lightning… a small courtyard… a green spot in a child's memory… summers, hot summers… a ghetto that knows rain and mud… and looks forward to mysterious... media_text	Leather Engraving close-up media_image	Poems from The Circle of Sundial Theft When he woke up from his dream He stood by the window; The war was gazing at him When he returned from his sadness …………… …………… He was forty. Transitory Experience... media_text
Behind Each Letter Between the predisposition to the Absolute, and the red walls of the labyrinth, the paths that lead to the meaning vary. And, whether the letter is a sword, a candlestick, or a wall-- the truth is farther... media_text	No Paradise outside the Window He is busy with his scattered papers. The muzzle of the old pistol is looking at him in provocation. Poetry is the noblest thing in language, and the whiteness of the papers is death. They... media_text	The City of Baghdad media_image

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