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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

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...

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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....

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Images …images
these are just images,
old images,
new images,
images of youth,
images of old age,
images of the open life
in spite of the ferocity of bullets,
images of 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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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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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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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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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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مثلما خدعنا العالم كله

ستخلعينَ قبعة البيسبول مثل العادة

وتبحثينَ عن زاويتك المفضلة

في مقهى ماريو.

وستنظرينَ في المرآةِ...

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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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1. Alleys

A gate for the distant place and death.

2.
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With our bloody coats
we will bring down the city where the...

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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...

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