Compiled and edited by Rania Jawad, translated by Malaka Shwaikh On March 2, 2024 Nima Hasan wrote: I believe there … Continue reading "“I Bequeath Life to You, for We Die without Life Knowing Us”—Nima Hasan Writing from the Ends of the Homeland"

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you curl against me like a burning hair as airstrikes pock the hillside, bare earth red as afterbirth. upturned. we knob until we find fairuz on the radio.

                the bouncer of my road house heart            my wild Johnny the first man i thought to love

When you try to speak of home What comes out is kisses, birds

I don’t know mainly how to save myself from my words: I would want them all, alive and well, or at once, all at once, burning.

While omniscience is often equated with divinity, to forget is to be human—it is to die a human death. Remembering, then, works to resist the natural course of decay and extinction. We excavate our mind like we fumble in a wild garden; we scratch underneath family stories, tales, poems, books. To remember is to take an unknown journey and sometimes we come across special objects.