Texts After the Screaming
Nour Balousha wrote these two poems “after I stopped screaming, not because it ended, but because I grew too exhausted to keep screaming.”
Nour Balousha wrote these two poems “after I stopped screaming, not because it ended, but because I grew too exhausted to keep screaming.”
This poem originally appeared in our 2021 SONG issue of ArabLit Quarterly.
“In her poetry world, the sun is red. The moon is purple. Snow is ubiquitous. Winter is eternal.”
These poems, translated by Phoebe Carter, are from Rasha Omran’s sixth collection, “A Secret Wife of Absence.”
This poem is from a forthcoming collection, مصمم معارك, to be published by the General Egyptian Book Organization.
In memory of the July 2025 massacres in Sweida, Syria.
In celebration of the World Cup, a football chant from Egypt.
“I pace this room alone, / fingertips brushing the wall, / memorizing each mark, each echo.”
“Once, I became / A cloud / To gain / Flight experience / And twice / I became / A brick / To gain / Experience in falling.”