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…