This story is piercing

By Hawar Moradi and Fazil Moradi  It moves through my whole being, and keeps me worryingly wide-awake. It has inhabited my body for a long time, traveling along the walls, and rivers. From one home to the omnipresent seas, and…

Bottom of the sea

By Hawar Moradi Nowadays when I am walking by the sea, I keep looking at the sun, That keeps staring back at me.    I see the giant waves coming towards me I see how they calm down and become smaller, to finally…

 Portraits

By Hasan Falah For a long time, I strived to understand the pain of displacement. I wanted to create hate and love. I wanted to face the displacement in me, but it was hard. My soul was wounded from moving away from my childhood city, but…

Iraq and rest of humanity

By Fazil Moradi The 2003 bombing of Iraq was supposed to replace the genocidal Baʿth state with democracy. It was supposed to show that humanity matters. Yet, this democratic principle rested on a strategy of warfare claiming that unless…