What Once Was A Home

What Once Was A Home

By Hussein Atoui | Staff Writer Blue sky, with a gentle breeze,  Birds soaring high, liberating.  I can’t help but feel envy—  What is it like to be free?  I think of home once in a while,  When I can’t sleep,  In the middle of the night.  I think of home,  And...
The Pornification of Literature

The Pornification of Literature

By Tia Zeinab | Staff Writer Eroticism and pornography have become a widespread pandemic in media, whether it’s on Twitter or genuine porn sites, the lack of censorship across all media platforms is highly evident. Literature, novels, and written media have not been...
سلاسل الذات

سلاسل الذات

في بُعدِ الرّوْضِ، فَقَدَت النّفسُ ذاتَها، أسيرةٌ، قَيَّدَتْها الرّغبَةُ، كَما قَيَّدَ راعٍ فَرَسا   إذا سَألتَهُ: أينَ المَنفَذُ، جاوَبَني: لَيسَ لَكَ مَهْرَبا، مَصيرُكَ لَوْنُ الزّمُرُدِ، في عُيونٍ، إبليسٌ لها...
Glass Prism

Glass Prism

By Anonymous | Contributor You are a glass prism – I look through you & the world fractures into its many components; & the world looks more beautiful. Moreso; you are the Book of Truth & Longing through which vague thoughts are clear, & this...

Whispers of Broken Dreams

By Aya Khalaf | Staff Writer The alarm goes off at 6 AM,Here goes another day.Get up,Get dressed,Sit down,Start writing.“Focus!” my mentor shouts,As she startles me,Drawing me away from my usual daydreamsOf what the mere word of ‘dream’ stands for.They say you must...