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Qateef, Saudi Arabia

Contributors: Raed Al-Jishi
Qateef, Saudi Arabia

« The Qateef settlement dates back to approximately 3500 B.C. and is well known for its traditional markets (suqs), such as its Fish Market. »

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

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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...

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Unlike in Shakespeare’s verse,

I felt the summer day.

The sun burned

my nocturnal wings

and the wind tossed me away.

My steps on the milky shore,

my feathers in the sky

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If the core of rising

Is the core of kneeling,

where will I direct

and to what will I surrender

my eyes?

From the collection Bleeding Gull: Look Feel Fly

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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.

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There is a holy spot

bher eyes

where angels burn their feathers

And lose their faith.

Do not blame me.

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The language of love

is spontaneous,like me,

like a painting of a child.

I used to draw my house

on the left side of the paper.

My house was so small,

neither doors nor...

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I cannot recognize myself

If I don’t wear me.

Faces are deceiving

without their masks,

like that bleeding

white gulf.

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When the distance to stillness

becomes a ticket for the passenger

and there is no other trip,

the port of transfiguration

is caught in

desertification.

Sound waves

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In the beginning

love was a gift from God.

Its law melts as words.

Its eve was the tone

of the letters.

Adam was not there

but a sheet containing

the fate of all...

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It is my right

to love as she wants it,

to get ripped by desire

when her necklace scatters

the tears of pearls.

It is a riot,

and it is my right

to love and die

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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...

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