Mandy Shunnarah Nobody ever asks who baked the bread, coaxed the yeast & flour with alchemy, or beckoned its rise with knuckles & patience. Nobody asks who smoked the fish, much...
Mays Kuhail “Dodi, Dodi!” Giza nudges me awake. “The wall is coming down.” I open my eyes, slowly adjusting them to dawn. The sun is making its way out of the valley’s horizon,...
Tariq Karibian It’s 11:53 AM. Your phone is at 57%. Since the Internet went down, you’ve been keeping it on Low Power mode and using it mostly as a clock. There is a lull in the chaos outside....
Hasheemah Afaneh I thought I would remember the nurse’s name, but I was naive to think my memory wouldn’t fail to recall the name on her white coat, despite whispering it a few times to myself....
Lori Yeghiayan Friedman and find my dead and dying language, the one that I don’t speak. Everyone knows it: I am the killer, always have been. I am guilty, no trial needed. Murderer though I...
Omar Khoury And when the Lord God formed Man from the dust of the Earth and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, God made Man full of contradiction. “First, you shall pray to me,” He...
“The Well and the Grove” Digital, Procreate Brandon Kashou is a Palestinian American artist based in Chicago, Illinois. His specialties include graphic design, digital/traditional...
“Puzzle of Al Mujaydel” Oil painting and retracing collage digital art Ghayad Khatib’s journey intertwines art, architecture, and cultural preservation within the complexities of...
Nadine Channaoui just like that thirty-five thousand gone demolished killed starved diseased one thousand for each year i have circled the sun another thousand for the circle my daughter has made...
