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Is it the f-16 fighting falcon or the sea’s waves? Is it the car passing the street or a bomb that will wipe out my street?

Translating them was the most tormenting thing I’ve ever done, but she wants a Resonant Death. Non of us could protect her, but at least let’s talk about her as she wished. Don’t let Fatma become a number.

Thanks to all who’ve share the translations, and to Arablit for being so supportive. I owe you a lot, guys 💙

My Crow poem 💙

My poem Gunpowder is on the shortlist of The London Magazine Poetry Prize 2025!

My Gunpowder 🎉

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You’ll find my Gunpowder here!

Heba Al-Agha is the one who taught me how to think and see the world. She was a full-time mentor for dozens of writers. She created a community for young writers. And with Arablit’s help, I am in my way to create a community for young translations

I still can’t believe that even in such unbearable conditions, we’re still trying to make this happen 💙

I always refuse being flexible when suddenly everything turns upside down. I don’t know how to make this brain understand that I am in a city where you can put plans for nothing.

بقدر اقول انه هاي المرّة الأولى الي رح انشر فيها قصائد بالعربي بدون ترجمات.

'Gunpowder' by batool abu akleen was awarded third place in The London Magazine Poetry Prize 2025 and published in our June / July issue.

I cannot describe how it feels like. OMG!

Today I was telling mom how much I really want to eat brownies. She was like, “what…?” Mom even forgot what brownies is… She said she just want to eat bread; this is her biggest dream.

A very magnificent review of my 48Kg by Samuel Martin