A Bowing in the Realm of Longing By Ahmed Al-Ma’rassi translated by Hatem Al-Shamea I. The throne of beauty is the radiance of your beauty And the moon is a meaning for your perfection Your dew is the first surprise In the unknown, the paths are obscure Your meanings have exhausted the …
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A Bowing in the Realm of Longing By Ahmed Al-Ma’rassi translated by Hatem Al-Shamea I. The throne of beauty is the radiance of your beauty And the moon is a meaning for your perfection Your dew is the first surprise In the unknown, the paths are obscure Your meanings have exhausted …
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If Time Throws Evil at You translated by Hatem Al-Shamea If time throws evil at you And life in your world becomes bitter, Do not worry about your situation, but remember How much of your life you spent in good deeds? And if the earth becomes narrow for you one day And …
Ruined Appointments by Arafat Musleh translated by Hatem Al-Shamea He entered the bar slowly, late for his usual arrival time. The bar was bathed in a pale golden light, and its wooden tables, half-covered in red leather, were scattered with a few drinkers who wouldn’t be staying long. He turned slightly to the right …
In the Reverie of Dreams Ayoub’s Journey Between a Dreamy Introspection and Daydream By Abdallah M. El-Zoubi* In the heart of the Jordanian capital, nestled adjacent to the Arab Bank, lies a renowned literary and political café. Here, amidst the flickering glow of ornate golden lanterns, Ayoub sat ensconced in solitude. His face, pallid …
Standing as One by Hatem Al-Shamea Sami scrolled through the heartbreaking photos on his phone – emaciated children bombed out neighborhoods. Yemen was facing the worst humanitarian crisis in the world, and millions had been forced from their homes by years of civil war. As a Yemeni himself, the scenes of suffering tore at …
Whispering Discs a short story by Ahmed Abdo translated by Hatem Mohammed Al-Shamea The night of the village was like my mother’s shawl on the day of my funeral! Except for flashes of light that sparkled in the beads of people’s eyes, from the remnants of the glow of electric bulbs in homes …
A Man in the Dark a short story by Saeed Mohammed Al-Hammadi translated by Hatem Al-Shamea He rose from his seat and peered out the window. Pitch darkness enveloped everything. He thought, “This is a night of utter blackness. It seems like the middle of the night, and the moon and stars are hidden …
