A Refugee

A Refugee prose poem

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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’.

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.
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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