walking through the hell of memory I won’t be tied down by – memory of your ugly acts. My body won’t be wrecked just because you – desecrated it violated it damaged it. All these wounds of mine – they are mine to claim. I will make beautiful art with them. … Read More walking through the hell of memory
Come, don’t be afraid Take a closer look At my body. Can you see the map? I’ve mapped out the battlefield, Especially for you. All the wars fought on it. To the North – the ruptured country To the East – the desert of pain To the South – the river of blood To the… Read More The cartography of my body
This is a rough translation of an attempt to write a poem in Arabic. The poem has obviously been lost in translation, but still, I wanted to share this with you. I’ll be writing on this in English in the coming period, and probably will use this rough translation as a basis for something more… Read More Fragments of a soul – شظايا روح
How do you know if a #poem is “good”? the most important element of any poem is whether it succeeded in moving me as a reader and evoking an emotional response in me. The following is a poem written by my dearest friend, Ahmed Maswadeh. I don’t usually share the work of others here, but this time I… Read More my dancing leg – poem by Ahmed Maswadeh
my close friends know that when i completely run out of words, that’s when the poetry flows out of my soul on its own. but right now, even poetry is failing me. All i have is one line, words that are swimming in my mind in an endless loop, hitting the walls of my brain… Read More when you become a third-person narrative
a poem I wrote in August 2016, to which I added now a visual element If you enjoy my writing, please consider supporting my work: www.patreon.com/khulud_khamis
I watch her eyes as she watches the news. I watch the fear almost spilling out. Behind the glass windows – A horror movie. A helpless ninety year old woman – Beaten in her bed. Wheelchairs parked in the middle of the night – In the corridor. Slumping wrinkled bodies sleeping – In the wheelchairs… Read More Mama, you will always be home
one day, we might meet – soul to soul, not this – eyes to screen. until then, my spirit is aching for – solitude. (c) khulud khamis | 2017 If you enjoy my writing, please consider supporting my work on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/khulud_khamis
Adi Liraz is a Berlin-based multi and interdisciplinary artist I’ve been friends with on Facebook for quite some time. Recently, two specific works of her caught my eye. The first one was just around the Burkini ban. Around that time, out of rage, I wrote a poem by the title “Stop Policing My Body.” Shortly… Read More inspiration among artists
* status in context * I will say the words. Even if saying them puts my very life in danger. I will say my words. I will stand with you, sister, and fight for your right until my very last breath, until my very last words. Even if I am the only one standing with… Read More I will say the words – status in context
