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ابتي
أبتي، لما لا تُحيي لي فرسي شهباً، زرقاءَ سماءً على ليلها تتمرد
Shehab Albalooshi
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The Moon Queen
At dusk, I danced on drum-beat hills and drank a wine made from tears of awe.
Shehab Albalooshi
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God Sleeps in the Middle of a Homeless Man's Guitar Strings
Shehab Albalooshi
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احبكِ حب احمقٍ لإلهه
أَوْ شاهِدًا أَناَرَ طَريقَهُ بِنَبْرَةِ صَوْتِهِ أَوْ تائِهًا لَمْ يَرَ نَفْسَهُ إِلَّا بِانْعِكاسِها
Shehab Albalooshi
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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.
Shehab Albalooshi
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My Father Was a Drunken Fool
I then became a firestorm. I then became the slithering voice.
Shehab Albalooshi
1 min read
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