The owl of happy death

The sun shivers with every limb when we say goodbye

The full moon whines panicking from a night eclipse

Side by side, my pain walks with joy

Goodbye is death, but it’s freedom too and freedom is life

Happy death has always been the price of freedom…


– My translation of Ghada Assaman’s poem from “Dancing with the owls”


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انا المرأة الزوبعة فقل للنخيل يطأطئ حتى أمرّ
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