Shehab Albalooshi

My work serves as a personal cartography of exile and resistance, written to navigate the 'shattered glass' of a displaced identity. In the spirit of the Beat Generation, I seek to transform a private 'howl of madness' into a rigorous philosophical inquiry against the machinery of thrall. By weaving historical and theological threads together, I strive to move beyond individual suffering toward a shared, universal resilience found in the eternal march of man..

Left to Die

As tyrants held us from behind, In trenches, deep, one must survive.

As tyrants held us from behind,
In trenches deep, one must survive

Like a Waterfall

Our love, sacred, holy vow to awe

Our love, sacred, holy vows of awe

I Leave My Heart with You

My soul still yearns for life ahead. My faith in man still lingers deep.

The Stranger

May you walk a stranger amongst your own, and when they ask your name, you stumble, stutter, and speak in gurgled, muffled noises.

What's Laid Bare?

What’s laid bare inside the animal skin I sometimes call my self?

What’s laid bare inside the animal skin
I sometimes call my self?

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