Author: آلاء حسانين

ALAA HASANIN – Translated by:Ibrahim Al-Sharif   A moment please, World give us a minute to wash the blood from our faces to color the blue on our hands and feet to search in the mounds of rubble for stylish clothes to rearrange our hair so we can make it easier for the news agencies…

ALAA HASANIN – Translated by: Ibrahim Al-Sharif     I want to die as a hungry dog on a public road in broad daylight that throws its own corpse like an old shoe on a pavement and leaves.   I don’t want heroics I don’t dream of dying young a good death so that my…

ALAA HASANIN – Translated by: Ibrahim Al-sharif   Being a poet? It’s something you talk about in the same way that you describe your disorder it’s your fear of the lines in your palm, the embarrassment in your voice when you count all the times your committed suicide and complain to a crowd you don’t…

ALAA HASANIN – Translated by: Ibrahim Al-Sharif   To Ashraf Fayad   When we were young God would sneak in every night to our toy boxes to tidy them so that our mothers won’t scold us when we woke up in the morning, we shared our sandwiches with him took him with us on our…

ALAA HASANIN – Translated by: Ibrahim Al-Sharif It’s not necessary to witness a war, to follow with youreyes iron planes and wave to them as if they’re made of paper, to lift the rubble from your body every morning as if lifting the blankets, to bury your little kitten smiling saying: tomorrow it will grow…

ALAA HASANIN – Translated by:Ibrahim Ala-Sharif   For Syria, all of the Syria this time   There is always time to count your losses, even when you’re running scared to hide like a rat at some dump hoping that the bomb would land at the opposite side.   No one wishes for the missile to…

ALAA HASANIN – Translated by: Ibrahim Al-Sharif   To Rita Graham     And at last here we are on the edge of the world sitting and watching dangling our feet, swollen because of how much we walked barefoot on the roads and used them to sweep the pains of the whole country.   At…