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



I wrote this poem while landing at San Francisco international Airport. The view is breathtaking and fascinating. It shows the beauty of God's creation.

انظر بعيداً، اعدل القامة واستقم هناك موجة بحر صارمة هناك ريحٌ عاتية هناك مطبّاتٌ دامية اعدل القامة واستقم،، هناك انهارٌ راكده هناك قلوبٌ لكَ هائمة و عصافير بالحبّ مغردة اعدل القامة واستقيم، ان اخذتك موجةٌ اتقن فنّ السباحة ان عصفت بك الرّيح، تُب لله ثانية ان سقطتَ، فلملمْ بقاياكَ لا مرةً ثانية بل عاشرة لانه … Continue reading هُناك

Press Forward

"Love" in Arabic, by Manar

There was a young women, with an old mindset She had dreams, love and smiles, but one day, She was put down by an abuser who took her youth and energy for life She was diagnosed with tremor, she was diagnosed with anxiety She refused to take medicines because she believed that forgiving, forgetting and overcoming … Continue reading Press Forward

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

Let’s Go Together

Silence might be the solution because sometimes it’s better to say nothing and just remain in a dignified silence. I have lost my words, stopped talking and forgot how to type. The only thing I still hear and feel is my heart beats as they are beating for you. Let’s go, as we are: a … Continue reading Let’s Go Together


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.