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From Where I Came

Omar Khoury I pressed my nose upon my mother’s sleeve, the incense nestled within it, both welcoming and overwhelming. Her hair whips thin, their curls like cresting waves crashing upon themselves....

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Fuad Alymani

“Gaza” Digital art Fuad Alymani was born in 1996, and is currently based in Prague. He holds degrees in contemporary visual arts from
Birzeit University in Palestine and Konstfack...

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The Eclipse

Yahia Lababidi Where were you during the apocalypse on the other side of the world?   Did you pause to observe a moment of silence?   Did the extermination of the other half interrupt your sleep?...

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Fahed Shehab

“Fulcrum” Acrylic on canvas “The Postman And His Destination” Acrylic on canvas “Our Destination” Acrylic on canvas “Compact Culture” Acrylic on canvas...

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In War

Mohammed Abu Lebda One sets traps for doves, Aged at the thresholds of emptiness, Or bakes time slowly on a flame, For patience to ripen within.   Amidst war’s chaos, Love transforms into a...

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53.3

Fiction The Valley by Mays Kuhail The Well and the Grove by Tariq Karibian Nonfiction On the Brink of Something by Hasheemah Afaneh I click on a map of languages, dead and dying by Lori Yeghiayan...

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No One Buys Flowers During Genocide

Fatihah Quadri When a country hates another country, the  children suffer everyday from the sun. A house falls and the dream shatters to the ground. The first thing my mother taught me about...

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White Theatre Professionals Can Hold Space For Us All

Raya Tuffaha And what if I damn you? If I write the explosion in stageable italics, if I poeticize and profit-size and donate and educate, what if I learn your language and boundaries, then what?...

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the miracle of loaves & fishes

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...

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The Valley

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,...

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