I should have listened to the morning bird. Calling for the sun to rise and glow. Never called my sun in the distance. Never been so lonely in the morning. I hear the far stars, fading in the light, Shimmering away their last sigh, Humming a short melody for a dying night, Lifting the curse upon my soul. I stood on the edge of the southern cliffs, Facing death and some warm wind, Reaching out for the faraway seas, Caressing the milky clouds. To jump in the void towards a heartless morning, Without love, Hate, Fear, Pain, Or peace. Kill […]
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Blogs and New Arab Literature
On Monday 19/04/2010 I was a speaker in a seminar on (The Internet and New Arab Literature) which was part of the events hosted by London Book Fair 2010, unfortunately due to flight restrictions following the volcanic ash eruption in Iceland, the other two speakers on the panel, Samuel Shimon and Khaled Horoub were stranded outside the U.K and couldn't participate in the event. Margaret Obank, publisher and editor of Banipal Magazine sat in for Samuel Shimon and gave an overview on the Arabic literary online magazine Kikah.com. You can Also listen to a recording of the complete seminar, and some pictures from the event with thanks to Mohamed […]
Milk Stains… White Sun
Milk stains on my trousers, a shocking revelation of my weakness, I look with a broken mind to the white spots on the fabric and try to stand still, I fall on the floor, gaze to the ceiling, all white and unstained, no spiders no webs, a vast horizon of nothingness and empty void. I rub my face then stand up looking more confused to the world around me, no one is watching, no one is giving me a hand, no one; except the delusional demons, angels and some angry gods. Milk stains cover my hands, brush my hair with […]
Lonely Breeze
After John Keats I hang from a cloud, fly over an island, Listen to cries and angry prayers, Find a path through filthy air and deadly smiles. Death is kneeling before your tender body, Begging to be kissed alive, Hug his tears and caress his wishes. The end is close, and an empty happiness, fills my heart. Scatter more of you delicious scent, Or recite your name without a fret. O, lonely breeze of drunken sorrow. No more nights to spare for her hymns, And only the moon can shine in the dark. Read me another letter, a last story, […]
Shiver
The beats slow down Shivers… then suddenly stops A second of death… A moment of darkness Crude memories and the images of the days They begin to pass, spreading ashes and lies They will tell jokes and laugh at your head Let the party begin, you shout Silent and cold A breath rushes in the eyes A blink to the world that is… that was near… Closer to the dead heart Another weak beat Another chance to live for a second A moment without fear
2009 a year in pictures عام في صور
Imtidad Blog Statistics 2009 احصائيات مدونة امتداد للعام*
These are some statistics for Imtidad Blog for 2009 in comparison to 2008… Thank you all. هذه بعض الاحصائيات الخاصة بمدونة امتداد للعام 2009 بالمقارنة مع العام 2008… شكراً لكم جميعاً. Imtidad Podcast Statistics since 2006 (approximate) احصائيات بودكاست امتداد منذ العام 2006 (تقريبية) Total Episodes: مجموع الحلقات: 24 Total downloads: 5755 مجموع التنزيلات: Average downloads per episode: 240 متوسط التنزيلات لكل حلقة Maximum downloads per episode: 468 (season 1 episode 10) اكثر الحلقات تنزيلاً _________________________ * Using Google Analytics.
Ahmed Yousef Aqila: Just a Matter of Time (Short Story)
By: Ahmed Yousef Aqila (1) They Fled to the mountains, and chose a deep endless cave to hide. They walked inside a long tunnel for many days… I meant nights, or more accurately a long dark period of time, while touching the walls. They were seven men and the eighth was their dog and the ninth a mobile phone and the tenth a laptop computer. A beam of sun has emerged somwhere from the roof of the cave at the end of the tunnel. (2) His Majesty the King wore a general’s suit; even his subjects were confused what to […]
Logger of the rough land*
By: Moftah Al Ammari** Because I am from the sap of the rough land My father a logger of dreams My mother a weaver of promise That gives birth to meaning I won’t migrate To another language Flying like deceived ashes Snatched between the wind mills Above towers of smoke Overwhelmed with delusional joys And the chatter of reckless whims And where ever my language might wander My song won’t fade Over the skies of our homes And the farms of our intimacy And whatever mistakes my mother makes I won’t hang out the washing of my days On our […]
The taste of your laugh
About to leave for a journey Hanging all hopes Reaching the final fall I write to you on the evening cold sun Pain gnawing my heart Grabbing the dream of the dying light I hold to that delicious shadow of you Sipping your tea, brushing your hair Sending a kiss.. Dip a finger in your cream Approach the edges of your land Shackle myself with the eyes, lips.. Surrender to dread and despair I taste your laugh Swallow the sweetness dripping from the giggles You call me silly names You laugh once again.. last again I stand alone facing myself […]