The constant anxiety of fleeing/ A poem by Sabir Haka

What is this face of the homeland in front of me!? Hanging in the air. برهنه He is hanging in a long and bloody struggle, restless and bare. “Faith is a repulsive heritage, eye to eye, eye to eye.” The desolation in the face of countless sorrowful faces pressing against it. زاده Is our only […]...

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Tonight, whatever rain falls, it is for me – a poem by Sabir Haka.

What a horror it is. In the frozen moments that remain mesmerized. “Humanity in another human.” It’s as if our eyes remind us of each other. I saw God in my dream and died. The moment when my heart was alone under the high sky. If he/she took my hand. Everything was finished. But as […]...

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Like a newborn in a cradle – a poem by Sabir Haka

آرامش برسند The earth rotates to digest its dead and for graves to reach peace. They are pulling our reins, my fear is something beyond death. This means “The soil encompasses everyone in the same way.” And impurity does not contaminate any human being’s soil. My feet open the mouth of the earth, underneath my […]...

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