The Merciless Wind The wind carries you… without mercy It folds you… it surrounds you, Then, transfers you to hell you don’t know. In spite of that, you enter hell with Hope. Hopes, songs, and musical dreams. You search all means of comfort: Magically, hell transforms into heaven; Heaven made…

Prayer by the Tigris 19 March 2003 Let me be light from the morning star, the glimmer between worlds. I am what you cannot see — at midnight or noon. I am the child in war putting my candle in a paper boat at the call to prayer. …

اليوم بدأت قصتي وقصة المغتربينْ اليوم وبعد طول السنين اُعترف فينا اليوم نحن المسافرين. والمهاجرين انتسبنا شاكرين محبين ومبدعين نعم نحن شعب يقدر العدالة مخلصين ومحبين وبعد طول السنين صابرين عاملين … محبين ولا نيأس من لطمات القدر وبعض العراقيل اليوم … وبعد ثلاثة عقود بدأت قصتي وقصص كل المهاجرين…

An old black horse among thousands of white yearlings, gazing sadly at the sky; An owl singing tu-whit, tu-who and nobody replies; An abandoned hut in the lonely desert, waiting for a single night-comer; An old mother waiting for a fighting son to come back home; An eagle grasping a crag, ringed with the azure world; A philosopher spending nights deliberating about the secret of existence; A worshipper crouching all night, watching the rise of the dawn silently;

Perfection Along the way: I’m walking along the way With all my shortcomings, trudging away, To come close to you and to my perfection. It’s so tedious, my friend. I’m afraid I’m not able to hold on that perfect dream of being perfect. I’m not perfect, and I accept it…

سحابةٌ تختفي بسماءْ

After a while of submitting your transcripts to publishers and editors of the publication, you get tired. You start having this feeling of really I do not give a damn if you don’t publish me. And after a while of chasing that dream, I decided to self-publish. After reading so…

BY JAMES WRIGHT Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian ponies Darken with kindness. They have come gladly out of the willows To welcome my friend and me. We step over the barbed wire into the…

Deciding by William Stafford Translated to Arabic Deciding One mine the Indians worked had gold so good they left it there for God to keep. At night sometimes you think your way that far, that deep, or almost. You hold all things or not, depending not on greed but on whether they suit what life begins to…