Hemos reunido este domingo 13 de julio, 2025 en espacio Sankofa, un espacio intercultural en el corazón del barrio de Patraix. El sitio es acogedor, lleno de arte y instrumentos musicales. Nos sentamos en un circulo íntimo y arrancamos con una presentación breve de la poesía palestina: sus fases y el contexto sociopolítico en la… Continue reading taller sandía en Valencia
Author: aicha bint yusif
Writing is my key to free spaces. I write to let things out and to chronicle some, and you're more than welcome to read them.
Taller de sandía en Granada
En una pequeña librería de Granada llamada Librería Inusual, nos reunimos en una mañana fresca de un sábado tranquilo para leer y escribir juntos. Éramos un grupo pequeño, reunido alrededor de una mesa con dátiles y refrigerios, en el acogedor espacio de la librería. La idea detrás de este taller tiene tres objetivos:Primero, introducir poemas… Continue reading Taller de sandía en Granada
The Watermelon Writing Workshop in Barcelona
Shortly after the terror commenced on the 7th of October, I reached out to a friend of mine in Barcelona about how helpless I feel. She felt helpless, too. Attending protests and screaming outloud hasn’t stopped the terrorist state in its genocidal undertaking to kill children and innocent Palest!nians. Out of helplessness and hopelessness, the… Continue reading The Watermelon Writing Workshop in Barcelona
February 2025
life is heavy and fast, which only exacerbates its heaviness and velocity. So here’s a reminder to stop and read a poem or two, maybe with your morning coffee or evening tea; maybe on your day off or the weekend walk. I hope you enjoy them. The prompt for this week is abudance and scarcity:… Continue reading February 2025
January 2025
Is it 2025 already? I no longer perceive time. The Palestinian flag that the student union hung last year has lost color, fading away, and yet the genocide machine still busy: eating us alive; starving us from the inside; disbowling our sanity. I think of Gaza everyday. Some days I am hopeful and other days… Continue reading January 2025
Syrian love
That Sunday, cold December Sunday, we were kept warm by joy. It’s the first time I see your eyes sparkle with anticipation: the return, the reunion, the touch. Our disbelief punctured by scenes of prisoners running in the streets of Damascus: What happened? What day is it? Where is the jasmine? I wish you so… Continue reading Syrian love
On being Palestinian in Valencia today
I’m familiar with this energy; with this deep compassion that becomes fuel to push us forward. I’m familiar with this unity; with this defiance; with this beautiful rage that brings people together. I’m familiar with this self-organization, with this absence of state, with this negligence of leadership. Was it May 2021? When the Sheikh Jarrah… Continue reading On being Palestinian in Valencia today
Metamorphosis
The taxi becomes a hearse; Balloons blow up like bombs; Hospital is where the dead congregate; A cemetery vanishes (they want to erase our past-too); Tent turns into a house; The icecream truck is cold to be a morgue; Flour shines red; And flowers bloom as little angels raised to heaven. Only the Sea stays… Continue reading Metamorphosis
September 2024
I skipped the months of July and August. Life was happening with so much intensity, and there was little time for me to reflect or read. During the last two weeks in August I got to snuggle in my childhood room, surrounded with my books and journals. The dissonance of being at home during such… Continue reading September 2024
JUNE 2024
This month was so difficult. Finals and genocide? Finals and genocide and being surrounded with zionists and racists? sometimes I admire us (oppressed people) for our ability to stay calm in the face of so much bullshit. I attended a conference by Ghassan Abu Sitta. The talk was amazing. One thing that stood out for… Continue reading JUNE 2024
AICHA BINT YUSIF 