Poetry

There is a tunnel

Where are those good old days? / Will they ever be here, anymore?

A Ballad of Bawling Babies

Verses on war and what follows.

What I Left Behind

The war made him leave his home behind, suddenly and begrudgingly. | Amir Darwish

Syria

A kingdom of broken dreams, buried inside the eyes of their corpses | Faris Fakhreldin

Vignettes of Love and Peace: Letters From Kabul

"just another morning in Kabul" | Jhilmil Breckenridge

Where I Come From

"From the womb of the Mediterranean I come" | Amir Darwish