A Refugee

A Refugee prose poem

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(1)
A refugee searches out for his home. Suddenly, when dust lands down on his eyelids, he cries out: ‘Eureka, Eureka, I found out a hole’.

(2)
My wife and me had a dream; We said, we shall have our breakfast in Jerusalem, take our lunch in Beirut, enjoy our supper in Damascus, and close the evening by taking two majhool(1) dates in Baghdad.
A short while later, we met two Syrian refugees in a Kabbab(2) restaurant in Acid-hana(3). They were wiping dishes and tears, and scattering smiles on the tables around.
We were starving.
They said just three words.
So, we ate our hearts, and walked away.
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Author’s footnotes:
(1) A famous species of dates, meaning ‘unknown’.
(2) Famous food (Turkish and Arabic).
(3) A name that was given to Istanbul, which means “the acid location”.

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Fareed K. Ghanem

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I am 58 years old, from eastern Galilee, Israel (Palestine). I studied English literature, psychology and Law at the Hebrew university (Jerusalem). In the last three years, I published three books of which is dedicated to prose poetry. You are invited to visit the Facebook page Shadows of Water, where I publish my prose poems I translate to English.
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