“Nobody knows where the red line is any more.”
“See, prison is for lovers.”
“[A]nd what can I do from where I am except raise my voice against this somehow.”
“Every poem I read / a jewel / looted from the world. / Every poem I wrote / an apology.”
I’m alone as usual
but the city is unusually alone.
I watch over its wilderness out of my window.
Nothing but the night and the curfew.
“Dareen, trapped in her house for using the word “Resist” – she was there
and we were everywhere else. “
“I’m afraid I’ll be forgotten.”
Selections from 3 Poems by Today’s Google Doodled Poet, Translator, and ‘Shi’r’ Co-founder Ounsi el-Hajj
Let there be in me all poets
Because the charge is greater than my two hands”
“But after a prolonged drama in the Nazareth court the result was that Dareen was arrested and returned to prison. “
They signed on my behalf
And turned me into
A file, forgotten
Like cigarette butts.
“My message to all of you, without exception, is the message of a loving woman, striving for peace and safety, and hoping that justice and equality will be shared by all human beings everywhere.”
Being a refugee means standing at the end of the queue
to get a fraction of a country.