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A poem by Souzan Aoun
Sep 18, 20181 min read
Reviving the Relics of the Saints
Wipe my exhausted forehead, Give me back the stolen evening chants. My memory, which you infused with blame, I lent it to the sun. The...
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A poem by Nada Menzalji
Aug 1, 20181 min read
To the Women Torn Apart
She washed herself in the street. The river couldn’t be reached. She took her clothes away in public but she wasn’t naked: there was a...
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by Valentina Viene
Mar 15, 201810 min read
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Valentina Viene for Banipal Magazine
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Valentina Viene
Feb 1, 20165 min read
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Valentina Viene
Sep 29, 20154 min read
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