Nasser Rabah: We Are Not Iron
We are not iron, O God, so that we can be melted down every year. We are not copper or lead that they fire among the armies and leave behind after the end of the war as mere ammunition and ashes.
May 24, 2025 · 6 Comments
Nasser Rabah: The War That Just Won’t End
In wartime the heart expands, becomes a boat for little kids.
An hour of peace and quiet is pure heaven for writing.
March 16, 2025 · 13 Comments
Sahar Rabah: May the Language Do You Justice
Walking barefoot on the thorns
Of your nightmares
February 3, 2024 · 4 Comments
Nasser Rabah: On the Birthday of the War
When I return from the war, if I do,
don’t look into my eyes,
do not see what I saw.
December 22, 2023 · 13 Comments
