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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..

My Father Was a Drunken Fool

I then became a firestorm. I then became the slithering voice.

I then became a firestorm. I then became the slithering voice. I then became a burden for this world to bare.

Beauty Has Come to Lament Your Name

How hideous and ghastly, it has succumbed.

Iridescence

In all your laughter, fury and frustration, I worship the sacred air that touches your presence.

I Am Become Your Tomb

Here to serve, and pray Father Time honour your name, as you live for glory and to see your enemies burn at the gates of Valhalla.

There Is No Beauty

There is no beauty in the summer breeze I have been yearning, when it carries with it mustard gas and a love letter from Armageddon, in yearning for me.

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