Image by the author By Abdulghani Al-Shuaibi The ovens of bread are cold as stone,Like graves unmarked, the fields lie prone.Children’s stomachs echo like drums,Hollow hymns where... Continue reading
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By Abdulghani Al-Shuaibi You, butcher masked in flags of false defence,Whose bombs defile the wells and fields of grace,Your creed of fire reveals your impotence—A tyrant’s hand,... Continue reading
A prosepoem and image by Abdulghani Al-Shuabi The work gathers me, not as a master gathers his servant, but as the tide gathers the shore—unceasing, insistent, shaping.... Continue reading
Prosepoem and image by Abdulghani Al-Shuaibi What is the meaning of endurance? That was all—a simple question; one that pressed heavier with each night, as the sky... Continue reading
By Abdulghani Al-Shuaibi O tyrant heart, does pity not take root?Where olive branches weep beneath the flame,You silence mouths with famine’s iron boot—A crafted curse, yet call... Continue reading
By Abdulghani Al-Shuaibi He walked — a whisper on the broken land,Twelve kilometres, barefoot in the sand.No shield but ribs, no cloak but skin and bone,A child... Continue reading
By Abdulghani Al-Shuaibi Beneath a sky that weeps like wounded skin,Gaza sighs — a caged bird held within.Her streets are stitched with ash and stone,Her lullabies are... Continue reading