“Effaced…” by Jawdat Fakhreddine translated by Huda Fakhreddine Effaced, our villages, squares and skies. Nothing remains but smoke, and fires roaming freely. Houses, gardens, fields, all gone. The…
“Effaced…”
by Jawdat Fakhreddine
translated by Huda Fakhreddine
Effaced, our villages,
squares and skies.
Shujayea once held our homes, stories and lives. Now it has been erased and with it a part of who we are.
Mahmoud Darwish, a celebrated Palestinian poet, explored the quiet sorrow of dreams fading. His words capture the pain of hopes…
On one screen, bulbous bones push to escape skin translucent like the situation. There is no formula. I blink my eyes over those…
in indian-occupied kashmir, there are mass graves of an estimated 8,000-10,000 unidentified men & boys, dragged from their homes…
The walls were cracked, the ceiling collapsing. Ruins underfoot. My manuscript spread haphazardly across the areas untouched by…
The sight of my work, torn and singed but still legible, made me realise the importance of translating and protecting stories –…
