Elmaz Abinader's Writings
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Poem
Aug.11.2008
He says, on the verge of death, he says,
“I have no more earth to lose”
Free am I, close to my ultimate freedom,
I hold my fortune in my own hands
In a few moments, I will begin my life
born free of father and mother
I will chose letters of sky blue for my name
Mahmoud Darwish, State of Siege
Keep the sky close
within reach, keep it blank
the names of...
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Poem
May.25.2008
The Torture Quartet and Other Acts of Poetry
I am dreaming, as are a majority of Palestinians, about getting some sleep. We close our eyes because we are tired, but during our sleep we hear the loud sound of missiles, which are fired with the purpose of disrupting people’s sleep and causing fear. A majority of the buildings have no windows or doors due to the effects of the shelling—email from gaza 2006
a...
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Article
May.25.2008
Al Jadid Magazine
Profile of an Arab Daughter
By Elmaz Abinader
Mother has fallen and fractured her pelvis. She was reaching for a jar in her kitchen and lost her balance. This is not her first fall. She has two artificial hips and was just recovering from the last time her foot gave way — that time, her toe caught on the edge of the carpet. Every tumble, slip, slide, and...
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Article
May.25.2008
Switchback
(the art gallery)
Elmaz Abinader
The house was filled with light. It was early evening and I was at a party in the East end of Jerusalem—on the Palestinian side. The guests were in tight urgent conversations with one another. Most people were smoking; no one seemed to be eating although a table along one wall of the room displayed small dishes with...
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Article
May.23.2008
Lake Merritt has ghosts. Set in the center of Oakland, California, the lake defines our town. This sanctuary harbors wild birds and Oaklanders who, unique species themselves, roam freely, running, walking, meeting, talking, shopping for veggies, rowing long boats. Their kids tour Children's Fairyland, and the dancers tango at the milonga in the gazebo. But yes;...
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Poem
Apr.24.2008
Inclined to Speak, Ed by Hayan Charara
This House, My BonesEnter the houseSit at the table covered in goldA cloth, Sitt embroidered For the third child’s birth.Take the tea, strong and minty,Hold the glass warmAgainst your palms, fragrancesOf centuries fill you, sweetnessRises up to meet you. The youngest boyFuad, shows you a drawing He has made of a horseYou touch his shoulder, strokeHis hair, he...
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About Elmaz
Elmaz's books, Children of the Roojme, a Family's Journey from Lebanon and In The Country of My Dreams... , as well as her play, Country of Origin, illustrate personal lives of Arabs and Arab Americans negotiating hostile terrain, cultural polarities,...
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MECA, VONA,
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