Fearing My Own Enemy

Yahia al-Samawy

I’m regretful and bitter, my friend, oh sea.   I’m asking for your protection,   accompanied by shrouds and camphor.   Be then   a coffin for my secrets   and a priest,    receiving my confessions.   as my sins grow heavier.   I wish I am forgiven  ...

One-Year-Old Baby

Abd Y. Lafi

In my dream, I saw a one-year-old baby crawling towards me. "Do you need help?"  he asked. "Yes, indeed" I replied.     So, what do you need me to do, old man? "Ah, you know me, I am old man, ha-ha!", I said: I need nothing except one small thing if...

Literature Between Past and Present: An Interview with the Russian Writer Olga Zilberbourg

Dr. Saleh Razzouk

Olga zilberbourg is a Russian writer representing the fourth generation of story tellers. I mean the one that happened to appear after Russian renaissance, soviet Russia and writers in exile. She reflects in her stories much concerns about two points...

Draw a Picture of You

Abd Y. Lafi

And yes, I heard it. It's a voice coming from the bottom of a deep, deep valley inside me, whispering in my ears: before the tea in your cup dries and disappears, before it draws a picture of you at the bottom of the cup, imprint yourself, a picture...

Alone!

Abd Y. Lafi

(when a poet looks at the universe as a ball in his hands, what can he say while imprisoned between six walls ?!)       I am alone, sitting in my room. My silence fights with me and I try not to surrender. I talk to the walls, I have nothing but my b...

What if ?

Abd Y. Lafi

What if there are no neutrons, electrons, or protons, as we define them? Does it change the world? No, it doesn’t.   What if the tons of books, thousands of novels, stories, poems, theories, equations, and rules, do not exist? Does it change the trut...

The Waves of Souls

Abd Y. Lafi

It is those waves  .emitted out of your soul merging with those  . of mine . that explains it all   . Crest to crest . adding up . reinforcing each other . to make a giant wave the moment you came to my mind and . felt you   ! Thank you, wave  ! Here...

Sitting on the swing in my backyard

Abd Y. Lafi

 .On a clear, sunny day not just the shimmering pond  .and the fragrant fruits  .hanging from my trees  .give me joy but also other things  .I see   Huge, dark mountains of clouds  .produce lights A wave pushes lovingly a smaller wave. A sweet river...

the sad rose

Written and translated by Salem Elias Madalo in the neck of the lover bird and in the wing of beautiful butterfly is complaining from the wind brought to it s beautiful petals black thirst and thorns of the fire, and to it s roots mist of darkness a...

Pages in the Dustbin

Saleh Razzouk

  I heard of his suicide on a down day . The weather is like our people, either laughing or  ...weeping, sad or happy I phoned (the Arabic Youth) newspaper, promising the editorial board, in earnest, to write my detailed report on the incident, but...

معكم هو مشروع تطوعي مستقل ، بحاجة إلى مساعدتكم ودعمكم لاجل استمراره ، فبدعمه سنوياً بمبلغ 10 دولارات أو اكثر حسب الامكانية نضمن استمراره. فالقاعدة الأساسية لادامة عملنا التطوعي ولضمان استقلاليته سياسياً هي استقلاله مادياً. بدعمكم المالي تقدمون مساهمة مهمة بتقوية قاعدتنا واستمرارنا على رفض استلام أي أنواع من الدعم من أي نظام أو مؤسسة. يمكنكم التبرع مباشرة بواسطة الكريدت كارد او عبر الباي بال.

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