Where I am from - Ammar AlShukry

I am from where kids smile sweet

And Niles meet, ⁣

Where the sun always shines

And grandfathers tell tales of golden times, ⁣

We are the sons of Rizēg - Muhammad al Fagīr

We are the sons of Rizēg, our nickname is "handful of dust".

They destined us for destruction, behold we are alive,

Wings - Rajaa Bushara

In another life, I have wings.

In another life, I can write on the skies… write pieces during the day that’d be watered by the sun then watch them bloom at night… like that I know I can grow light.

You, a red man, and I, a black man - Moses Cot

Our God is one.

Our grandfather is one.

Adam and Eve,

Adam and Eve,

Adam and Eve.

I won’t bow my head for anyone - Stephen Ciec Lam

My brown ox has grown old like Wunbiel’s ox.

This dark ox has grown old like Wunbiel’s ox,

like the brown ox of my grandfather,

like Luanglei’s ox.

The departure of Hauwa al Kora - Muhammad al Fagīr

Hauwa al Kora, when the travelling party separated,

I was grieved and unwilling.

You have left Keilak the lake of wadis,

you have left the country of the lotus-flower and the papyrus.

On the departure of his daughters - Muhammad al Fagīr

Umm Madās, the heifer of Kalaka,

her mother’s house is a gathering place for guests, never deserted.

A Star - Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi

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Awoken by light, I scratch the glass
of dreams, and find myself
stepping free of shadows and silence.

Exhortation to the Village (8) - Ateif Khieri

Tomorrow the straitened wars
In darkness, suddenly,
the crates of fruit terrify

A Monkey at the Window - Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi

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The little boy, playing in bed
while his wounded mother cooks,
is throwing little words and circles
out of the window.