Category: Online Issue Pieces

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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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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The Well and the Grove

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....

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On the Brink of Something

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....

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I click on a map of languages, dead and dying

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...

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Go Outside and Weep

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...

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