Tag: Poetry
Duty…
by Mohamed Abdelkarim To be or not to be, a question asked appropriately And if that were the query, allow me to answer it frankly I’d rather not be in times of ignorance blissfully Where sorcery is piety as we turn a blind eye quietly From many an army invading who we hold brotherly As…
When I Saw You Dance
by Maabad Said When I saw you dance… I couldn’t help but gaze… Helplessly… See, I was mesmerized And I sulked in the feeble attempts Of me trying to avert my eyes… Hoplessly… And… Just like an Eclipse I knew if I continued to stare It would only hurt me But, When I saw you…
اللوم هو أحد أشكال التعبير عن الحب
by Nazim Sirag قيل لنا زمان في ما معنى المثل الما رادك ما لامك لم أكن مقتنع إلى حد بعيد بهذا الكلام ولكني قبل أيام وقعت أعيني بالصدفة على لوم فريد من نوعه إحدى بنوت عازة تلاومها وأسمت عازتنا الجميلة نادوس خطته في جداريتها في الخانة التي توصف حالتها المزاجية والمتعارف على تسميتها بالإستيتاس بلغة…
Politickin'
by Sara Elhassan Over there If you’re brown, you get the crown For a limited time only, and subject to availability Poster child for poverty Stand there and look cute With your big, round, tear filled eyes and Your own personal fly Placed oh so carefully on the corner of your mouth They’re not interested…
I am still mourning you
by Enas Suleiman Eid was always your favourite holiday – colourful teyab, extravagant jewelry, fancy shoes It was also your worst – screaming children, ka’ak fingers, stained sheets And when family rounds came you claimed the evil eye would haunt us for too much beauty shouldn’t ride in one car Eyes rolled, mouths laughed, but…
أشيائي الصغيرة
by Tasneem Nagi كل يوم حين أستيقظ أقول “سأنساك اليوم أيضاً” كل يوم منذ أيام لم يحدث أن نسيت أن أنساك – أحلام مستغانمي _______________ ابتسامة كتاب قديم رائحة المطر موسيقى حذاء جديد ضوء القمر حين لا أكون جالسة على الجانب المشمس من المقعد رسالة جديدة لا تبدأ ب”عزيزي المشترك” إنّها انتصاراتي الصغيرة أخبئها في…
To Sarkozy
by Enas Suleiman The absurd words like stones that you threw Flew towards me causing my veil to flow from the blow As they twisted around me, through me like a cyclone Oh how I wish from your ridiculously high throne, you are thrown Shown to the gates of the unknown Overthrown and alone Yes…
Newlywed
There was the requisite lacy white dress and the tailored black suit the mabrouk Allah y’barak feek mabrouk paint and white powder foundation façade she was the perfect Sudanese bride strained smiles belying the hope that was dying but his eyes they never lied henna halfmoons still darkened the tips of his closely cropped nails…
Facebook Revolutionary
by Maabad Said Behold, Cometh the age… Of the fan page sage… That clicketh in rage… Till the night grows old… And visions turn blurry… You a Facebook Revolutionary… Create a page from the get go… Quote Ghandi and Che on your info… Refresh your screen… To count your newest LIKEs… It…
