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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

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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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It comes to me

That I may see what is unseen
In the pleasure of speech,
In the night step
And in the crawling of roses on myrtle.

It comes to me
That I may cross the sea of...

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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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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...

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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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مثلما خدعنا العالم كله

ستخلعينَ قبعة البيسبول مثل العادة

وتبحثينَ عن زاويتك المفضلة

في مقهى ماريو.

وستنظرينَ في المرآةِ...

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The fever called "living"! – Edgar Allan Poe

An ancient lightning… a small courtyard… a green spot in a child's memory… summers, hot summers… a ghetto that knows rain and mud… and looks forward to mysterious...

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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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She examines her face in the mirror with slow concern, groping her pock-marked cheeks. Eyebrows furrowed lips trembling, she pronounces the words: I hate you!

She examines her face in the mirror again, her sad...

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In this dark land
We inherited black clothes,
Black thoughts
And black rain.
We witnessed the execution of the palms
And killing of the rivers.
In this olive colored land,
When a...

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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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To my father & also to Mike

You will find
Different leaders for each side there.
But the dates are still unified
Since the early days of the God.

Dates are
The morning key...

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