Other writers
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by: Fozya Soltanbagi translated by: Kurdistan Hajbi . till now I’ve thought about my death several times and sit beside my corpse and sobbed and sobbed. I’ve tried every kind of dying, I don’t want to talk about suicide that I’d have a handful of cyanide or hanging myself. The last tool was a bottle…
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By: Nasir Fethi Translator: Kurdistan Hajebi . I’ve always been wondered where those bicycles came from, here and there, on the side of streets and roads of this city, tied, punctured and rusty, abandoned without any owner! what happened to their owner? finally I found the answer today. yesterday in the evening, when I got…
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By: Amir Sirajaddin Translation: Ata Miraki . This my headside/ this side of my head’s numb.other my headside,other side of my head; a funny facethis my illness laughs at that my malady! not playin’, I’m just joking with wordsmakin’ fun of myselfso I can forget this pain! I’m thirty for the sunsetthirty to be overturnedfrom…
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By: Akam Kawsari Translator: Daliya Raouf . I am a reclusion in the color of whatever is stimulated in skin Oh, the reddest calm hug at lonely nights blue in the color of your dress is like a breath to survive dream in the softness of your hands like your lips that are the most…
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By: Bijan Rahmani translation: Kurdistan Hajbi . Wednesday Night On Wednesday night I go to Kafka cafeteria after my daily activity related to taxi. in weekly literacy group of there a student girl read poem who I’ve got in love with her. I who is a fifty-year-old driver, got into poems again, just because of…
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By: Behzad Ghaderi translated by: Kurdistan Hajebi He told me:” let’s visit Aunt Mastoora . I wasn’t familiar with her, told that:” she isn’t too old, about 60 years old, but she looks more than 90″ I imagined her. A Kurdish woman who is 60 but seems as 90 means that she has experienced Anfal…
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writer: Parvin Sheikhi translator: Kurdistan Hajbi . He came into my room very quickly and closed the door came to me and hold my hands in his hands and told:” Do you promise to marry me? swear by God you are mine, please… please… I was perplexed! unable to speak and, my throat was such…
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writer: Sho’aib Mirzaiee translated by: Kurdistan Hajbi. When I woke up in the morning I called Behzad: “Hey Behzad, I saw Mahmood last night, he told that he was divorcing her, no no… he told she was getting divorced.” -” Are you getting crazy? he has divorced her for two years.”He tod. -” You’re wrong…
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A poem by: Nawras Muhammad Translated from Kurdish: Abdulkhaliq Yaqubi . We were water in each other’s body When they looked after us. Our love was naked, wet, and clear, But in the memory of this city, we stay as a spring. In poetry it was only you, When I was writing my tree, When…
