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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

Perhaps, I should begin by informing the honorable audience that I am from a country and a people that have wars that come in all sizes, types, shapes and colors. We have short wars and we have long wars. We have fat...

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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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He is alone in the hall,
red cup in hand,
feather hat on head.

Through the window one can see scattered corpses,
knocked down trees
and a handful of rabid dogs
wandering...

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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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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...

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The relationship between the word and the bullet is a complicated and tense one, or rather one of rivalry. Both of them compete for sovereignty over man's life. Unlike the other creatures, man has the privilege of...

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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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To my father & also to Mike

You will find
Different leaders for each side there.
But the dates are still unified
Since the early days of the God.

Dates are
The morning key...

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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...

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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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She is the remains
of sails
fought over by cats
from the tattered ends of tribes.
Her bleak mast
dreams of pirates
that will force out her...

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Literature is directly linked to culture, and in Iraq, women are just coming to the field. There are reasons for this, especially how men think about writing and how they think about women as human beings....

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