I am what I am, my roots, the truth, I proudly stand. Arabic flows from my tongue,I am who I am, my identity unsung. I cannot conceal my mother tongue,I learnt different ones. English, Farsi I speak. In my veins, Palestine runs deep, accept me as I am, let prejudice sleep. My name is Shahd,
Is it the ember of time that’s forcibly melted in us? or the trick of mirrors between reality and imagination? With my both hands I feel your absence… exactly the same I feel my body You once said “I will vanish behind the curtains of dreams” At that time…we didn’ believe you.. and we mocked you
By Hafiza Ibrahim PAINPain controls my veinsDigging inside my body and soulPain!! pulsing like a sudden urgeCrushing and shoving my energyDiscouraging every breath of air… My head feels heavySpinning green phosphor imagesDancing around inside my eyelidsDarkness seeping all over me like a heavy cloudSuffocating me by the throatI stifle a moan… Pain, splintering my musclesThreatening,
By Hafiza Ibrahim Outside our small safe place |I hear wind whisper Thick grey Clouds hug the sun And rub its soft aurora Trees cry out their leaves which descend Like a reed shaken by the wind Trickles of rain mist the windowpane… Wind blows golden leaves And spins them and spreads them inside my
By Hafiza Ibrahim A day from my past 01/9//1982 At the time, that pretty girl was supposed to watch for Tooth Fairies Picking up their falling teeth;I saw your body falls down the garden path… Daddy,Why did you hide us that day up the Sellar? Daddy, why you was taken by a fright?And opened the
To all in the South East of London UK. Wissal Arabic School is able to help you learn Arabic. Also to teach GCSE Arabic subject as well. Please contact the Administration as per the details listed on the attached Poster.
By Inas Abedlfattah In this amazing picture, I could recognize many themes, I see a boy who is trying to escape from the frame he used to be restricted by. A brave boy, as he decided to go out of this frame to search for a better circumstances for himself. It is time to go
FEAR Have you examined the shivering fear? You would feel when facing a gun? In a time, when the choices are minimised, To do or die? Have you observed the harassment of fear, you would feel, When you have to welcome a soldier showing up on your door step? Although, you know that the night
By Hafiza Ibrahim Oh Faris! I feel sad, though so proud! To learn you are a martyr early in age. Being lifeless with no more, Is extremely shocking, wordless and so bold!! Manhood grew early in your heart, A teen boy under suppression, Who stood for his rights and called: “No”! For repression … Oh
By Mohammed Najajreh, in tribute to his friend from Syria. Mate! Please talk to me, face to face, and one to one. You are not the only one living; turn around, there are many. And yes, next to you is another one Selfishness in this globe is not a hope; it’s everywhere that a modern