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.
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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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Theft When he woke up from his dream When he returned from his sadness Transitory Experience... 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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مثلما خدعنا العالم كله ستخلعينَ قبعة البيسبول مثل العادة وتبحثينَ عن زاويتك المفضلة في مقهى ماريو. وستنظرينَ في المرآةِ... 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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1. Alleys A gate for the distant place and death. 2. media_text
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She let her headscarf slip freely to her shoulders, as if she didn't realize , so that her hair would be free from the headscarf for a while. Then she pulled the edge of her headscarf flirtatiously to hide the right... media_text
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