An Excerpt from Ahmed Douma’s ‘Blasphemy’

Come here, Child! But, as I tell my soul and its wishes, the window is merely the beginning of error. Very confusing. Take baby steps toward the doorway. This fact explodes the the jailer’s intentions and the prison’s goals, which resemble stagnation, cruelty, and hostility to life! * Elliott Colla teaches Arabic literature in Washington, DC. Or what circumstance compels you to learn. * Also read: Let Us Spell Out Life: Prison Writing by Ahmed Douma Poem #10 from   Curly Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPrintLinkedInRedditTumblrWhatsAppPinterestTelegramPocketSkypeLike this:Like Loading… Or even as I might pray (not out of duty, but out of an abundance of longing). Here, the complex problem we face has to do with the thickness of the walls: they are impenetrable.  Yes, the window remains, one-sided as ever. But most important of all is this: the ability to see means that you are alive and that despite everything, you have agency. Ahmed Hassan is a lawyer and translator in Cairo. This is true everywhere, but it is especially true here.  Our world is measured by the freedom we possess. We might spend our whole life boring a hole to squeeze through. To take merely a breath without purpose or aim. Allow me, then, to breathe this space with you. As I might smoke a cigarette on the balcony of my house (now ruined by absence). You possess nothing but what you will learn. When for many years you are deprived of everything that your instinct inclines you to put into action, you are lead back to the beginning of things, to their pristine state. Let us keep spelling until it is time for our appointment with freedom. Only this: I close my eyes, spread my wings, and take my time sniffing around this empty space. One after the other.  Together, let us spell out LIFE, which is like nothing else. As I might kiss my beloved (I look around now but do not find her—has she, too, gone away?). It is confusing that it looks at you while you cannot see. And then perhaps from you I will learn to speak and write again. An Excerpt from Ahmed Douma’s ‘Blasphemy’ January 25, 2022January 23, 2022 by mlynxqualey By Ahmed Douma Translated by Ahmed Hassan and Elliott Colla Nothing is more precious than the opening of a new window onto the world… or onto freedom.

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