Men in the Sun – Ghassan Kanafani

Manar Darkazanli ARAB 325- GMU Seraj Assi 12/4/2017 Palestinians are Refugees Today and Tomorrow      “Those big clean fruits were beloved objects on [their] eyes” (Kanafani 77). Ghassan Kanafani, the author of Men in the Sun and The Land of Sad Orange, was one of the most talented Arabic prose writers who was born … Continue reading Men in the Sun – Ghassan Kanafani

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Haiti and Water Sanitation

Manar Darkazanli Summer 2017 internship GMU Abstract Since the 7.0 magnitude earthquake that struck Haiti in 2010, the low quality of water sanitation has exacerbated. This has resulted in Haiti having the lowest rates of improvements in water infrastructure in the Western hemisphere, according to the 2012 report by the World Health Organization and UNICEF. … Continue reading Haiti and Water Sanitation

Beautiful Scars

Once a place where smiles Bloomed like butterflies on marigolds, A little girl with a deep scar runs halfway across her chest, and halfway across her face, from brow to lip. Holding a small Hello Kitty suitcase full of Photos and a package of food She was left with, but has all been taken by … Continue reading Beautiful Scars

Sinner

O, you who commit the sins Of neglecting away this heart of mine… O, you who corrupt them all The flowers in my fields of youth… Oh, the distaste to me you have given And Loving you still but you never gave in I have sacrificed, All my hours and my seconds for you O, … Continue reading Sinner

The life of death.

Walked on argillaceous gravels, dirt and fissured ground. "Be careful! Watch out! There's a big hole there, we'll have to jump to get to Um Hussam's tent" my partner said. A tent? Well, maybe we can call it bunch of stapled plastic bags to make the roof. A bunch of blankets on the "ground" to … Continue reading The life of death.

Stuck in Memories

There are numbers in my head, that I'll never forget. One day, Damascus was cold and my eyes witnessed a river of bloodshed in Abbaseyyin square, Dimashq. A random bomb hit the capital, accidentally, because it was supposed to explode in the rural areas where poor people live. Yeah, sorry! We don't kill rich people … Continue reading Stuck in Memories