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Curfew Our city is a cell Children’s faces Are replacing Flower pots on Window sills. And we are waiting. From our bars Of boredom We enter A spit race The one whose spit Reaches farther Is freer. We look to the sky Squint our questions. We turn the sun Into a kite Hold it with a ray Till it is torn up Inside the horizon. And the light is Peeled off the ground A page in a bedtime story We do not understand. Our questions remain A yeast Inside our chests, Rising. Audio version Curfew Click on the title of the poem below to listen. Curfew - Arabic version. Curfew - English version. Audio production assistance: Trina Brunk - www.trinasdesign.com
English version Tea Invitation I write for my heart has become a country and I want all people to live in it. I make space by emptying all corners of fear. I make peace by making a cup of tea for my story and yours. A cup of tea for our estranged histories that come from one family but to one another do not speak. Hot tea and mint. I have meant to invite you over to my heart. Do you like your tea with sugar? Audio version Tea Invitation Click on the title of the poem below to listen. Tea Invitation - Arabic version. Tea Invitation - English version. Audio production assistance: Trina Brunk - www.trinasdesign.com
English version Pencil A stone mosque stands like a pencil taller than eucalyptus trees in our village’s center. The minaret sings into the ears of the sky till people answer. We bare our feet and line in prayer. We ask that you erase all wars. Erase! We ask that you erase all fears. Erase! Erase! Foreheads resting on the ground, our daily paper we write and repeat: Peace be upon all people. Audio version Pencil Click on the title of the poem below to listen. Pencil - Arabic version. Pencil - English version. Audio production assistance: Trina Brunk - www.trinasdesign.com |
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