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.”

Mizna welcomes Moheb Soliman, who will begin as Executive Editor and Literary Programs, taking over from George Abraham’s distinguished period … Continue reading "Moheb Soliman Rejoins Mizna Staff as Executive Editor and Literary Programs Director"

Jenin Refugee camp is referred to by Palestinians as the “castle of the revolutionaries” or the “capital of resistance” because it has historically been a birthplace of resistance fighters, and has always witnessed intense battles between its refugees and the invading occupation forces.

The 2025 Mizna Film Series presents some of our favorite archival classics from the past 60 years of Iran’s cinema … Continue reading "Mizna Film Series 2025: Iranian Classics"

It looks me in the eye and recounts to me the many times it let me live.

Mizna is pleased to announce our 2025 Pushcart Prize Nominations. The Pushcart Prize is an annual award and publication that … Continue reading "2025 Pushcart Prize Nominations"

PLEASE READ THE SUBMISSION GUIDELINES CAREFULLY, UNSOLICITED SUBMISSIONS SENT TO OUR EMAIL AND SUBMISSIONS THAT DO NOT ADHERE TO THE … Continue reading "Call for Submissions: Mizna Summer Issue 26.1"

Love takes the form of rain clouds: we accumulate despite our im/possible wounds, gather even in miraculous conditions. We join our kin in the swarm, all of whom gathering, like us, as waters from unknowable sources. And then the flood.

Love takes the form of rain clouds: we accumulate despite our im/possible wounds, gather even in miraculous conditions. We join our kin in the swarm, all of whom gathering, like us, as waters from unknowable sources. And then the flood.

The building next door was stripped naked, its shattered windows gaping onto disarranged kitchens and bedrooms. My aunt’s building was leveled entirely. “Pow,” she said, flattening the air between her hands.