Mahmoud Darwish

Lover from Palestine Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish I yearn for my mother's bread, my mother's coffee, and my mother's touch.. And childhood grows day by day on my chest And I love my life because if I die, I will be ashamed of my...

State of siege Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish Here, Darwish addresses freedom and love in a special language, with words and feelings that only a poet who has been through Darwish's situation can formulate. Here, on the slopes of the hills, before the sunset and...

olive leaves Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish Register I am an Arab My ID number is fifty thousand I have eight children And the ninth one will come after summer! Will you be angry? Register I am an Arab And I work with my fellow...

Goodbye war, goodbye peace Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish “Goodbye War, Goodbye Peace” is the title of a book by Mahmoud Darwish that includes prose articles and thoughts written in 1974. It came to reflect the embodiment of the historical moment that the Palestinian cause...

Something about home Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish The first book in the series of prose works issued by the Mahmoud Darwish Foundation, Al-Ahliya for Publishing and Distribution, and Dar Al-Nasher. Old articles and interviews by Mahmoud Darwish.

Complete Prose Works Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish

mural Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish This is your name, said a woman, and disappeared into the spiral corridor... I see the sky there, within reach. The wings of a white dove carry me towards another childhood. And I did not dream that I was...

Mahmoud Darwish cards The box contains 50 cards containing the best words of the poet Mahmoud Darwish.

So said the neglected tree Mahmoud Darwish All living beings were created to perform their role in daily life regularly and without expecting anything in return. There is one goal: to regulate the movement of the universe. No being, no matter how weak, was...

My mother's bread Mahmoud Darwish According to the stories, the poet Mahmoud Darwish, the second brother after his brother Ahmed, felt in his childhood that his mother favored his siblings over him. This feeling arose due to the difference in treatment. When it came...

Messages Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish Prose letters between the two great poets Mahmoud Darwish and Samih al-Qasim

In the presence of absence Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish There, I learned from the devastating effects of the Nakba what would drive you to hate the second half of childhood. A single, expired wool sweater isn't enough to make friends with winter. You'll seek...

Praise of the High Shadow Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish The mask has fallen, off the mask, off the mask, the mask has fallen You have no brothers, my brother, no friends, my friend, no castles You have no water, no medicine, no sky, no...

Strange bed Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish There is a love that passes by us, without us noticing, neither it knows nor we know. Why does a rose in an old wall make us homeless, and a girl cries at a bus stop, bites an...

Siege of the Sea Praises Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish The dove flies, the dove lands - Prepare the ground for me so I can rest For I love you to the point of exhaustion... Your morning is the fruit of songs And this evening...

Attempt No. 7 Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish As if I have a permanent appointment with her Here is the earth completing its cycle Here is time bearing an apple Shall we meet? I found no one but her A woman going I found no...

Don't apologize for what you did. Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish For our country, which is close to the word of God, A roof of clouds For our country, which is far from the attributes of the name, A map of absence For our country,...

Like almond blossom or further Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish In this book, Mahmoud Darwish seems still capable of surprising and giving Arabic poetry more elegance and dominant appeal at a time when that poetry is declining and indulging in miserable delirium and absolute ignorance....

My love wakes up from her sleep Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish My beloved wakes up from her sleep, my childhood takes, in her hand, its adornment of everything.. and nothing grows with the wind except memory If she counted the clouds that they piled...

That's her picture and that's the lover's suicide Author's name: Mahmoud Darwish And the dream takes shape, he gets afraid. But the city stands at the peak of the new wound, And in the explosion of the storm, what does the wind say? We...