Two (Communist) Poems by Saadi Youssef
“I’ve said it before, and I say it now on this London evening / before it’s too late: / I am the last communist!”
“I’ve said it before, and I say it now on this London evening / before it’s too late: / I am the last communist!”
Gaza-based Palestinian writer Husam Maarouf responds to Batool Abu Akleen’s ’48 kg.’
For Sudanese readers living through the current crisis, the following lines by the late Mohammed el-Makkī Ibrahim resonate with striking immediacy, even though they were written in the 1980s. Beneath the layers of grief, a restrained optimism continues to breathe through its lines.
Although Kay Heikkenen has previously won the Banipal (for her translation of Huzama Habayeb’s Velvet) this was, surprisingly, the first time Marilyn Booth has won the prize.
When can loss that never ends be said to have happened? When will absence finally finish arriving? Who is the self if left partial, displaced from identity to be found neither here nor there? And if loss defines us, when may we be ourselves?
An ongoing list of Arabic literature in translation forthcoming in 2026.
Got a powerful piece of Arabic writing or an amazing translation of one? Let the world read it. The Bait AlGhasham DarArab International Translation Prize is calling all […]