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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..

Have You Forgotten Your Self?

Have you forgotten the missiles, the hailstorm, how we all stood outside with buckets and gathered ice cubes that tasted like nothing?

Sweet Lady Blue & Shattered Glass in Time

Gasping for air, in crystal blue,I killed myself a thousand times. And, waged a war, eternal flames,And raged and died a thousand more.

The Moon Queen

At dusk, I danced on drum-beat hills and drank a wine made from tears of awe.

God Sleeps in the Middle of a Homeless Man's Guitar Strings

All that remains, his eulogy, and tales of sorrow-forlorn hope, scattered across Orion’s Belt.

I Used to Have a Name

I used to have a name, but now I am afloat. Above my people's dread, I live in moments past.

I used to have a name, but now I am afloat. Above my people’s dread, I live in moments past.

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