Migrant Earth by Deema K. Shehabi
So tell me what you think of when the sky is ashen? —Mahmoud Darwish I could tell you that listening is made for the ashen sky, and instead of the muezzin’s voice, which lingers like weeping at dawn, I hear my own desire, as I lay my lips against my mother’s cheek. I […]
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