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Electronic Battleship
10:19
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With this fire, I shall burn down the rewards of paradise so you shall no longer worship for hope of reward, but simply for the love of God.
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Arrogance of Time
17:20
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And with this Water...
00:42
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And with this water, I will douse the blazes of hell so that you shall no longer pray from fear of God.
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Song for a Small Guest
06:48
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Song for a Small Guest
Alan Kurdî (2013-2015)
Seaweed followed the law. It released you
to waves bussing your small body
down, down dark currents, silver
minnow tunnel. Your red shirt swallowed
the Aegean, billowed and swelled,
but your shoes stayed on. By them the sea
knew your refuge dream, restored you to shore
so your father Abdullah could find you,
a guest of the sea. Without guests
all houses would be a grave, the poet wrote
making a worm from mist, a bird from sand.
What prayer transforms this empty
castle guards watch, ignorant of the gift
to shelter each other? Who will help
close, open, close your velcro laces
for the journey your father dares
for your sake? You, a gift loved with milk
cake and honey. You, names altered
to keep you safe—not Mohammed, Jesus.
Not Muslim, Christian. Hush
don’t bother now as white tourists gather
multiplying your image on their little screens
to console each other. You are not their orphan
of beach foam, Alan flag bearer
watching from the lap of God.
-Jennifer Kwon Dobbs
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Ke'si wa Xemri
09:26
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Kɛʔsi wɑ Xɛmri
Kɛʔsi wɑ Xɛmri w’ɛl nadimu θɛlæθɑtun,
w’ʕɑnel mɑ’ʃuqɐtufɪ’l mɑħɑbɑti: Rɑbiʔɑ.
Kɛʔsu’l mɑsɑrɑti w’ɛl nʕimi judirɪhɑ,
sɑqɪl mudæmi ʕlel medɐ mutɐtæbiʕ.
Fɛʔiðɑ nɑˈðˤɑrtu felɐ ʔʊrɐ ʔɪlɑ lɑhu,
wɛʔiðɑ ħɛdˤartu felɐ ʔʊrɐ ʔɪlɑ mʔɑ.
jɑʕðɪli! ʔɪni ʔuħɪbu dʒɛˈmælɑhu!
tɑlɑhi, maʔʊðni liʕðlikɑ sæmiʕ!
kɛmbɪtumɪn ħɪ̈rɑqi, wɑ fɑrtˤi tʕˈʔaluqi,
ʔʊdʒri ʕjunɑ mɪn ʕjunɪl dæmiʕ?
lɑxabrɑti tɑrqɑ wɛla wɑsˤlilɑhu
jɛbqɑ wɛla ʕjnil qɑriħɑ hædʒiʕ
(My cup, my wine, and my partner make three,
And I, who long for the beloved am: the fourth.
The cup of pleasure and bliss is passed around,
By the bearer of wine, again and again.
If I look, I am not seen, except by him.
If I am present, I am not seen, except with him.
Oh, you who mock me! I love their beauty!
By Allah, my ears do not hear your voice!
How many nights, burning from passion,
Have fountains flowed from my eyes?
My tears do not dry, nor does my union with him
Endure, and my eyes will never rest peacefully.)
-Rabi’a Al-Adawiyya
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Nebal Maysaud Washington, D.C.
Knave. Culture war grifter. they/them. Free Palestine
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