They wish to see you dead before you are free..
English
Beard..
Long time ago..
A wise man shaved his beard..
His face glowed with that bright shining star light in a sacred night..
The god of absurd death and dull life walked into the glow
And anger filled his bearded heart..
Life was draining from the horizon
And the sun forgot the morning to come..
A beard grew in protest on the edges of his delusional face.
Long time a go..
Not far away from where you sit..
A man walks in the wind
Pleasing a lonely god with
An apocalyptic beard..
2012 a year in pictures| 2012 عام في صور
- Hmapstead Heath London
- Oslo
- London
- Oslo
- Matla
- Fryent County Park-Kingsbury- London
- “Picnic” by Hadi Gana
- Istanbul
- Fryent County Park-Kingsbury- London
- Snowy Hampstead Heath
- New York City
- Malta
- Yefren- Nafusa
- Washington DC
- Istanbul
- Oslo
- Washington DC
- New York City
- Edinburgh
- Washington DC
- Malta
- Olympic Stadium London 2012
- Toto the great توتو المعظم
- Brain Storming عصف ذهني
A possible festive moment لحظة احتفال محتملة
Labyrinth
By: Giuma Bukleb
The room’s window is open on the day.
The day is open on a sky like a wilderness of ash.
In the room is a double bed, that is close to the window that is open on the day light that is open on a sky like a wilderness of ash.
Opposite the double bed, that is close to the window that is open on the day light that is open on a sky like a wilderness of ash, is a small wooden desk with a computer on top.
Beside the small wooden desk with a computer on top, is an old wooden wardrobe without a door.
Beside the old wooden wardrobe without a door is the room’s closed wooden door, with its shiny white paint.
Beside the room’s closed wooden door with its shiny white paint, is a colourless worn-out wooden coat stand.
On the colourless worn-out wooden coat stand, hangs carelessly a dark jacket.
In the inner pocket, the only one, of the dark jacket that hangs carelessly on the colourless worn-out wooden coat stand, is a carefully folded white paper. In the carefully folded white paper, inside the only inner pocket of the dark jacket that hangs carelessly on the colourless worn-out wooden coat stand, is a wedding invitation.
The wedding invitation, in the carefully folded paper, inside the only inner pocket of the dark jacket that hangs carelessly on the colourless worn-out wooden coat stand, isn't addressed to anyone, and I personally don't know how it found its way inside the only inner pocket of my dark jacket, hanging on the colourless worn-out wooden coat stand, beside the room's closed wooden door with its shiny white paint, beside the old wooden wardrobe without a door, beside the small wooden desk with a computer on top, opposite the double bed, close to the room's window, open on the day light, open on a sky like a wilderness of ash?!
Maltese Doors | ابواب مالطية
Riddle (Poem)*
By: Moftah al-Ammari**
Show me my name
I am drunk with my labour
Show me my home
Addresses of my family
My face
And my shadow if you can
Show me
O Father, and take a country
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* From the collection (Mashyet Al’aser) - Libya – 2004
** Moftah al-Ammari: born 1956, a renowned Libyan poet. Began writing short stories in the late 1970’s and by the mid 1980’s he emerged as one of the leading new poets in Libya. He has twelve published books.
2011 a year in pictures | عام في صور
Will they be walking the same road next year?
I still walk towards the south,
When the wind blows some dreams on the empty streets,
Pavements offering a bed from nightmares and promises of a sunny day.
I still stand on the shore drawing footsteps on the sand,
Leaving a trail of laughter?!
Or maybe they were tears!
I can still see through the darkness of night images of those that walked with us on the corniche,
Throwing pebbles and cursing a never coming rain,
Counting the blinking lights of the harbour before blowing farewells to the forsaken city.
They still walk towards us,
Fists challenging gods,
Blood simmering the veins, throats full of angry hymns of victory.
Was it only a night,
Or a fretful day sleep?!
Will they be walking the same road next year?



























































