Uprising in Palestine
Sunday, October 22, 2023

Tariq Ali In December 1987, a new intifada erupted in Palestine, shaking Israel as well as the elites of the Arab world. A few weeks later, the grand old…
Tariq Ali In December 1987, a new intifada erupted in Palestine, shaking Israel as well as the elites of the Arab world. A few weeks later, the grand old…
Poem by Elena Bell Once in a village that is burning because a village is always somewhere burning And if you do not look because it is not your village it…
Linda Backiel He is turned, slightly,just a boy, in his own home.Say, Gaza. Someone took a photographin the ruin of what washis life. Black and white. Sharp shadows….
I CANNOT quite say goodbye to Edward Said, because he remains so present among us and alive in the world. He was our conscience and our ambassador to…
By Majid Naficy I ask for ChopinBut Alexa plays PaganiniWith his fast violin. She does not know that I’d likeTo sit by a qanat creekAnd watch tiny fishComing…
Her poem ‘We Teach Life, Sir’ – an impassioned attack on media misrepresentation of the Palestinian cause – went viral within days of its release. We teach life,…
Osama Esber and Lisa Wadeen Osama Esber, born in Jableh, Syria in 1963, is a widely published author of poetry and short stories, as well as a major…
Iranian writer, poet and left-wing activist, he was an active member of the Iranian Writers Association. He was murdered during the chain of extrajudicial murders of progressive intellectuals…
Mehrdad Fallah comes from Northern Iran. He was born in 1960 in Fashoo Poshteh – “a small village . . . five fingers away from the Caspian”, as…
It is possible…It is possible at least sometimes…It is possible especially nowTo ride a horseInside a prison cellAnd run away… It is possible for prison wallsTo disappear,For the…
translated by Stephen Watts and Ziba Karbassi little morning starare you here withyour star-gaze gone?little wrenare you staying in the busheswhen you go to the skies?little silver coinare…
I will greet the sun again I will greet the sun again,greet the stream that once flowed in me,the clouds that were my unfurling thoughts,the aching growth of…