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« 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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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... media_text
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She is the remains media_text
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In this dark land media_text
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He is busy with his scattered papers. media_text
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Pollution The prostitute, at the front of the street The prostitute, at the front of the street, approaches media_text
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1. Alleys A gate for the distant place and death. 2. media_text
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Eternity Surgical ward And here we are media_text
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She examines her face in the mirror with slow concern, groping her pock-marked cheeks. Eyebrows furrowed lips trembling, she pronounces the words: I hate you! She examines her face in the mirror again, her sad... media_text
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On January 28, I went to my grandfather’s house in Baghdad, where I was registered to vote, to participate in the national election. I had to arrive early because a three-day curfew had been imposed. It was... media_text
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She works meticulously, inserting the tip of the needle into a small gap of wool, looping the yarn around the second needle. Her eyes never blink, they are intently focused as she purses her lips and observes the... media_text
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Story of (that) time Story of that time; like tyrants who gargle in the depth ; in the (wood’s quiet) we were, night was in us; maybe we were stars, maybe we carried our clothes to where the river enters.... media_text
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