The Land of Lethe
The soil is parched, a dry and sulphurous tongue, Where songs of old are choked before they’re sung;Read on Substack →
The writing room
The Margins
Everything else on this site was built. This part was written. Poems, prose fragments, essays on football, games and culture, in English and in Arabic, published as Bleed'Ink Raven.
Below are a few openings. The rest of each piece is where it was first published. Shorter ones live on Instagram.
In English
Love is our resistance... But our resistance is mass-produced.
It remains “resistance” only for as long as we refuse to manufacture it, even when the price of that refusal is letting go of the person we fought so hard to keep.Read on Substack →
Internal Fallout
I speak, and the speaker is not stable, a noun without a chair at the table,Read on Substack →
The Art of Dribbling, and the Illusion Within
We usually think dribbling begins when the ball starts moving. That’s already too late. The real action begins earlier, in the quiet moment where the defender decides what you are.Read on Substack →
Kintsugi Heart
I was never a soul that existed on its own. Some people are born with a center: a quiet gravity that holds their existence together.Read on Substack →
Les Coups de Minuit: Not Everything Inside Us Has a Name
Read on Substack →The Pain of Loss
Loss and Creation in Clair Obscur: Expedition 33Read on Substack →
The World Is Hilarious
The world has always been a comedian wearing a tragic mask.Read on Substack →
The Spiraling Dance Of Extremes
To spiral is to move with time, never returning, always carrying more of what was.Read on Substack →
بالعربية
رثاءُ الجسرِ وطُغْيانُ الفَراغِ على عهدِ الامتداد
An elegy for the bridge
كان هناك امتدادٌ هادئ، أرضٌ ترفع صمتها نحو الأعلى، وسقفٌ بعيد يلمع بما يكفي كي تُصدّق الجذور أنّ الضوء يعرف أسماءها.اقرأ على Substack ←
قلبٌ من الألوانِ
A heart of colors
لو أُتيح لك أن تُصغي قليلًا إلى أعماقك، لاكتشفت أنّك لا تحمل قلبًا فحسب، بل حشدًا من الألوان الحيّة، كائناتٍ خفيّة تسكنك وتُعرّفك دون أن تدري.اقرأ على Substack ←
“المطبعة”: دراما تونسية تتجاوز المألوف
“The Printing Press”: a Tunisian drama beyond the familiar
اقرأ على Substack ←إبنُ الحرف، وسليلُ الورق
Child of the letter, heir of the page
أقرأ لأتنفّس، وأكتب لأبقىاقرأ على Substack ←