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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

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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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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Mutanabi Street
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Arabic Calligraphy on the Streets of Baghdad 3
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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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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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Eternity

Surgical ward
Previous generations
Surgery table
Swords
Horses
Minarets…

And here we are
On the same table
-As it has been always-
Naked
With...

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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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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...

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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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