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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« 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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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... 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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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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Translation has a very long history, particularly in Iraq, where it has been practiced for thousands of years. Archeologists have found translations in many languages of the epic of Gilgamesh and the code of... media_text
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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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