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A crusade that passed through me

While I was in the capital of gloom, a crusade passed by in the form of a woman, and the heart became under mandate, unable to respond against the colonial power. A mixture of sweetness and torment. She has the face of an angel and the stab of a warrior who opens the bolts of consciousness. She opens a door, enters the chest and struts in its left side, and when the full moon appears from between the clouds, she looks up as if she were looking at a mirror. She took from the gazelle, impudence and suspicion, and from the Arabian horses, stubbornness and strut. And now after her invasion, I suffer from love, alienation, and ill fortune. I am the hawk I am the knight I am the poet And she is my punishment.

By : Jamal Bander

Departure to the shores of dreams

I threw all my equipment into your hands, and I relieved my horse from the worries of the road, and I fled from the ravages of the storms when the departure was long. The voice of my solitude died, and the echoes of my silence responded in the hills, on the plains, and at the valley’s stream, I saw the autumn leaves being dragged behind them by the tail of the calm breeze, so I left all my poems in the desert and buried my songs among its sands.

-Muhammad Al-Thubaiti

I used to see you with my heart

This is the first time, that I see you with my eyes. For the first time, my hands don't tremble when you're sitting next to me. For the first time, I don't feel like I'm flying. It is the first time that I realize, you're much shorter than the sky of my dreams.

The night looks like you

Quiet, crying, far away… It looks as though your eyes had flown away and it looks as if a forced kiss had sealed your lips. Where the sun swears its love to the night the sun is exhausted, and the night is suffering.

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Telaffuzunu elemeye ve geliştirmeye başladı.. Ve bir takımyıldız gibi kendi yörüngesinde süzülüyor! Ona suikast düzenlemeye çalışan bir dünya var. Kalıntıları arasında dolaşıp, savrulup dönüyorum Yıkıcı bir retorik savaşı yaklaşıyor Kanıyla ve toprağıyla çarmıha gerilecek! Çöken dünyada makalem özgür kaldı. Evren bilgisayarlı! Beni nasıl kendi inlerine sürüklemeye çalıştılar Özgünlüğün baltalandığı bir bağımlılık Kimliklerini inkar ediyorlar... Benzerlik kalıplarıyla şekillenmeyeceğim! Sanatım doğanın sesini dinlemek Ve uzuvlarım düşenlerden gizli Ruhum karanlıkta tek başına savaşır

-Sakina Al-Sharif

تتلاشى الاكتاف من حولك تدريجيا كلما ازدادت حاجتك للاستناد

The shoulders around you gradually disappear as your need for support increases

I am a strange woman

I could not fit into the streets inside me nor could i accept the outside world. I had walls that i built in desperation, locked myself in the rooms of isolation.

I am afraid that the feelings that have accumulated in me will suddenly explode and scatter me into granules.

If you want to befriend me, you will have to endure many things.

I like to stay at a safe distance from everyone, I am neither near to blame nor far forgotten, present and invisible, like the setting sun, departing and comforting at the same time.

| Charles Bukowski

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