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Jul.18.2011
At the old city of Nablus
 1 أحفظ قصصي المكررة عن ظهر قلب  رئتاي شاحنتان  تنضحان بالنفس الميت  الرطوبة تفوح من تحت إبطي  لا عرق إلا ما تركته الأخبار على هذا الخد شفتاي جائعتان تأكلان أبتساماتي الزائفة على مهل ليس حزنا ليس فرحا تماما كفيلم "لميج راين " أحضره للمرة العاشرة أحفظ النص والحركة القادمة لا يفاجئني مشهد...
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Jul.11.2011
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I. Afraid  You are not in an age that allows you to tell mom about your fear. Your mom—who holds your young brother, and collects the rest (of the family) around her, behind the pillar of the room assuming, that it would survive the 500mm bullets shot by tank in all directions—will not notice your...
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Jul.10.2011
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  I. Afraid  You are not in an age that allows you to tell mom about your fear. Your mom—who holds your young brother, and collects the rest (of the family) around her, behind the pillar of the room assuming, that it would survive the 500mm bullets shot by tank in all directions—will not notice...
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Jul.06.2011
Sweden at street
A sense of haunting and guilt remains with us who have survived because we still remember those we have lost. Guilt stemming from the latest song they missed, a new story they will never read, the new restaurant on the corner where jazz is played which tickles the heart. We carry the guilt of their...
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