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...
« 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... media_text
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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.... media_text
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Theft When he woke up from his dream When he returned from his sadness Transitory Experience... media_text
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To my father & also to Mike You will find Dates are media_text
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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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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
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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
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It comes to me That I may see what is unseen It comes to me media_text
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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... media_text
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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
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1 He is alone in the hall, Through the window one can see scattered corpses, media_text
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