Remembering Bahraini Poet Ghazi Al-Haddad (1961-2021)
“If my tongue was cut, / let it grow back and call out ‘Jamri’”
“If my tongue was cut, / let it grow back and call out ‘Jamri’”
“It’s important to emphasize that the interventions poets make in political debates take the form of poems: they don‘t slot abstract dogmas into verse molds. No—they actually think in poetry. “
“Where the corniche wall ran out, a great tree hooped over to drink from the river. Beyond the tree there was nothing: nothing between us and the water. “
“For me it’s a little bit like cooking; people say, “if you’re following a recipe then you’re not creating anything.” I don’t agree; you are creating something, you’re creative even if you’re following a recipe.”
“Kanz al-Fawāʾid is unique for its variety and comprehensive coverage of contemporary Egyptian cuisine.”
In honor of the “Kitchen” issue of ArabLit Quarterly, a re-run from 2016, about the history of sharkasiyya, a dish important in Mahfouz’s Palace Walk. This piece also ran on kitchening […]
“That evening, the wind bellowed fiercely over the Lasata mountain’s heights.”
“Her personality, her way of using body language, and the way her voice rose and fell as she recited poetry created a magic atmosphere that took over the audience.”
Over at Middle East Eye, AJ Naddaf has a look at the landscape of Beiruti bookshops.