The Will - Saghir Ouled Ahmed

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I was almost certain.
but now I’m of a cast-iron certainty that I’m going to die
a death of strange account
in the summer
or in the third half of August
to be precise

My woman's transparence - Amina Saïd

my woman's transparence
has the whole sea
as its mirror

The new world - Sabri Rahmouni

I walk around carrying a knife in my coat
Because this world has become terrible
And on TV they warn us against each other
Now no one is safe

This Humanity, a Tale - Ali Znaidi

This humanity, this diversity

like endless lightning through

the night.

Grain of Beauty - Mansour M'henni

Hello! Grain of beauty

Waking at the fountain

Filled with the valley

Splitting the plain

The Will to Life - Abu al-Qasim al-Shabbi

If, one day, the people wills to live

Then fate must obey

Darkness must dissipate

And must the chain give way

Can I dream? - Ali Znaidi

Can a veiled woman sit next to a woman in a miniskirt?
Can they sit harmoniously beside each other telling tales?
Can they tell each other stories? Can they converse
without fearing that understanding between them fails?

Other Banks - Fatma Krouma

I love you more in temperate climates
away from the killing sun
and the long and boring Sundays.

Cavafy's Whip - Adam Fet'hi

The prickly pear,
thorny, of wily fingers, friend to Tunisians on wedding nights
(when the grains of chance ripen) and eid mornings, when
halawa calms
the tufts of burnouses.

If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller - Moncef Ouahibi

In the morning, when water was falling in threads, I was putting my first sentence in order
I would write it and cross it out to write it

The Pen - Muhammad al-Ghuzzi

Take a pen in your uncertain fingers.