MER Article Two Poems About Palestine In the Refugee Camp The huts were of mud and hay, their thin roofs feared the rain, and walls slouched like humbled men. The streets were laid out in a grid, as in New York, but without the dignity of names or asphalt. Dust reigned. Women grew pale chickens and children feeding them fables from the Sharif Elmusa, Nizar Qabbani • 1 min read
MER Article An Invitation for the Fifth of June I For the fifth year you come to us lugging a burlap sack on your back, barefoot, on your face the sadness of heavens and the pain of Hussein. We’ll receive you at every airport with flower bouquets, and drink -- to your health -- rivers of wine. We’ll sing and recite insincere poems in your presen Nizar Qabbani • 1 min read
