
“The Son of Yesterday”: Three poems by Mohammed Moussa
I walk alone without my
mother, and I am my mother’s son.

“No Sugar in the City”: Three poems by Hind Jouda
Oh world, it is an evening of hunger
not necessarily in my stomach
and not a hunger for the bread that you eliminate for a diet!
Not a hunger for the miserable aid you sent in containers for my children,
I stood at the crossroad of rifles, and it did not arrive!