Since the night of shooting stars, the night of travail,
the call to prayer calms me. Some people chant,
“Hale Loya.”
It was the last supper and the birth
of a certain death.
My...
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Qateef, Saudi Arabia
Contributors: Raed Al-Jishi
« The Qateef settlement dates back to approximately 3500 B.C. and is well known for its traditional markets (suqs), such as its Fish Market. »
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The frozen water in my eyes, which was scratched by a cat of time is changing the spring I desire, my vinegary dreams, and the songs that love me into a one-... media_text
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Their identikits are a mystery. I couldn’t recognize them by the reflection of the wind Nor by the sensors On my blind stick. They walked by me with sympathy. ... media_text
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We have a modest tradition of hospitality. Our Arabian coffee doesn’t need sugar or cardamom to be tasty or delightful just like the smile we serve to those... media_text
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Our cotton didn’t take the sun’s side anymore. The wrung-out sweat was not injected inside us as if a shiver of a poem’s smoke. We are the shaved-off sugar top And the... media_text
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An autistic girl searching for the spring between the black clouds— her braids are made from a shining rose branch. Her dreams are made from a shining rose. But who... media_text
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I am a Tuareg child. My blue turban drowns me in the waves of sadness, then expels me like seeds of ivory. O! great Tin Hinan, your brave knight lost his way among... media_text
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A flower carried carefully by the wind, the verses of the petals are the hymns of the morning. Time dreams about the flowing dew of intonation Like perfume touching her... media_text
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I drink the low-fat morning death. I begin it by eating dates. How many times did the dates immigrate us? How many times did death strip the conscience of silence... media_text
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They vanished like our palm trees. Ancient open windows and old dreams. The city forgot their names while they held its memory in their soul like a candle ... media_text
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Like a dervish I am flattered by poems, emotions, spitting the coffee in the longing coffee. From the east, the last gate of escape, I looked upon us in the froth.... media_text
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I stand near me Watching that man Come from the land far away. We have the same lisp In our tongue and in our memory. He went through me, And I didn’t notice He stole... media_text
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