Nèdeem Elmahjoub's blog

By Sameeh Al-Qaasim A flower vase on the general's table Five roses in the vase The general's tank has five mouths Under the tank a boy of five, a rose A boy and five stars adorn the general's shoulder In his vase five boys and a rose Under his tank five roses and five boys The tank has countless mouths.

By Abul Wahaab Al-Bayaati Translated by Abdullah Al-Udhari Ants gnaw his flesh Crows peck his flesh The Arab refugee nailed to the cross. The Arab refugee Begs and spends his nights in railway stations Crying his eyes out. And Jaffa is just a small label On a box of oranges. Stop knocking on my door There's no life left in time. And Jaffa is just an orange label It leaves the dead undisturbed. They've sold the memory of Saladin They've sold his horse and shield They've sold the grave of refugees. Who would buy an Arab refugee for a loaf of bread? My blood is running dry But you go on laughing. I am Sindbad I store my treasures in your children's hearts. Ants gnaw his flesh Crows peck his flesh The Arab refugee begging at your door.

By Mohammad Al-Maghut Translated by Abdullah Al-Udhari Scientists and technicians, Give me a ticket to the sky: I come on behalf of my grieved country, Her aged, her widows, her children. Give me a ticket to the sky I have no money... Only tears. No place for me? Let me stay in the hold Or on the deck. I'm a peasant, I'm used to it. I won't hurt a star. I won't be rude to a cloud. All I want is to reach The sky as soon as I can To put the whip in God's hand: He may stir us to revolution.

فيلم "فوزية البرجوازية "

Misinformation about Egypt’s ‘massacre’

Egypt A background analysis: Adam Hanieh on Egypt: The Muslim Brotherhood, the military and the continuing revolution

Fetishizing the State