Power is when you want something and you say so.
Longingly wishing to free our pale skin to the sun.
If you glorify heartbreak because you think it makes you romantic, you’ve never been depressed.
Sometimes, I wake up feeling like my eyes are laced with orange blossom.
A poem by Rawa, our Fiction/Poetry Editor.
A poem by Shamma Alnaqbi, wishing you peace and solidarity.
It’s not about me trying to escape a nightmare, when I’m not even asleep.