Again, Fanon’s words come to mind: “The town belonging to the colonized people . . . the native town, the Negro village, the medina, the reservation, is a place of ill fame, peopled by men of evil repute. They are born there, it matters little where or how; they die there, it matters not where, nor how.”
Read MoreShould I tell you a secret?
I’m afraid of the anguish I hold within me. Do people fear their own anguish?
Read MoreEnglish belowدعوةٌ لِلمشاركةِ فِي عددٍ مِن مجلَّةِ مزنة خاصٍّ بِغزَّة: إصدارٌ خاصٌّ مِن وإلى الكُتّابِ والكاتباتِ الغزِّيِّينَ/اتَ معَ المُحَرِّرِ الضَّيفِ يَحيى عاشورفي ظِلِّ هُدنةٍ غيْرِ وثيقةٍ بعدَ خمسةَ عشرَ شهراً مِن إبادةٍ جماعيَّةٍ وحصارٍ صهيونيٍّ على...
Read MoreBecause today there is still a war and
maybe after the war there will be a day,
if after the war I have a drum or even a mouth
to fix to say that we will dance
and laugh so hard a day
after the day after the war