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Baghdad, Iraq

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

The City of Baghdad
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مثلما خدعنا العالم كله

ستخلعينَ قبعة البيسبول مثل العادة

وتبحثينَ عن زاويتك المفضلة

في مقهى ماريو.

وستنظرينَ في المرآةِ...

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Arabic Calligraphy on the Streets of Baghdad 3
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[Interview performed by Farideh Hassanzadeh]

"The Iraqi roses (poems) flourish today every where in the world."

"Being very abstract, brief and digested poetry could not depict these horrible deeds."...

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Translation has a very long history, particularly in Iraq, where it has been practiced for thousands of years. Archeologists have found translations in many languages of the epic of Gilgamesh and the code of...

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1. Alleys

A gate for the distant place and death.

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With our bloody coats
we will bring down the city where the...

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In this dark land
We inherited black clothes,
Black thoughts
And black rain.
We witnessed the execution of the palms
And killing of the rivers.
In this olive colored land,
When a...

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At last, a real Iraqi election, the event we have waited decades to see, is coming true. And now, as we prepare to vote, we remember all those who sacrificed their lives, their families and their youth, so that such...

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Passion is a sundial
the time insists on the move,
while the sun does not persist in brightness.
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Passion is a cool idea of the Palm in the summer
to sleep in a shadow of a garden....

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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?

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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
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He was forty.

Transitory Experience...

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It comes to me

That I may see what is unseen
In the pleasure of speech,
In the night step
And in the crawling of roses on myrtle.

It comes to me
That I may cross the sea of...

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