The softest shaft of light appears in my room. Delicate light coming from the setting sun lurks into my window and settles on my striped pillow. I notice it by chance; by mistake when I look up from my biology book piled over the organic chemistry one. Seeking relief and comfort, I glimpse this light.… Continue reading Capturing the light moment
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.
Hibiscus Ceremony
I pass by the abundant hibiscus bushes On my way to the train station almost everyday; In the evening, they tilt towards the abandoned lighthouse. In the morning, they stretch to the limit of the skies. These red, yellow and white bundles of radiance take over a corner in my mental space: willful occupation of… Continue reading Hibiscus Ceremony
Lightness
This is a new, weird stage for me. Lightness: the flowers are not as heavy as before. I don’t see “lo más alla” in the evening walks. I see what I see. A swift, brisk, breeze, a dog and a man walking his dog. There are no attempts to imagine what would have happened… Continue reading Lightness
On the first of August Sonnet
Can I rejoice a mundane Saturday, commenced with the sun showering the walls the windows, and the plants? From far away, beyond the lighthouse, I hear the bell tolls And I don’t ask if it tolls for me Because I know without knowing that all the elements of this Saturday, albeit ordinary-… Continue reading On the first of August Sonnet
Annexation Day Sonnet
A poetic affirmation against Annexation. To have you close is to suffocate you With my own hands; with my own guns. Today I rise early to annex you, take you Away from them, but you cry silently. Why? Why do you cry? I’m your true lover You say I’m violent, this is not… Continue reading Annexation Day Sonnet
Small pocket full of Nakbas
My grandmother owns the biggest Nakba in our household. It is a white shaped mass that is tied around her waist; she drags it around absentmindedly, almost effortlessly as if it is a part of her body. My grandmother has been always old to me: her back is hunched and her leg vains stick out… Continue reading Small pocket full of Nakbas
Three attempts to describe the sunset
A godly bonfirel clouds its coals and waves are its lyre rung like bell tolls. A heavenly terrace: thick clouds instead of cement make up its floor space hung by sun rays for a moment. A laboratory concoction diluted with fine measurements of grace its goal to test the human condition and… Continue reading Three attempts to describe the sunset
Can Poetry survive this neoliberal era?
It is always about how much you “produce”. You are worthy of what you produce; whether it’s your work, your assets, your “social capital” which is another word for how many followers you have on social media, and your production of who you are. I’m not an expert in Neoliberalism, and I leave greater experts… Continue reading Can Poetry survive this neoliberal era?
Palestinian-Castillan artistic fusion
Last week, Terez Sulieman’s official Facebook page posted a short, low-quality video with a high-quality content. The video features the Palestinian artist Terez Sulieman and the artist Sofia Adriana Portugal, performing an Arabic-Spanish fusion folk song on a boat cruising the Nile river in Egypt. The two singers compete with each other: each singing a… Continue reading Palestinian-Castillan artistic fusion
A Whole Life
Even at Easter, we practice social distancing; As far as a dinner table can allow us apart and still receive the blessing of resurrection. I see my cousins, uncles, aunts and grandparents from afar. It is more like skimming through old family albums where Nazareth crowded hills tall and abundant skies appear from the back.… Continue reading A Whole Life
AICHA BINT YUSIF 