Other writers

  • Nightmare

    By: Farhad Pirbal Translated by: Bawar Maroofi Onion means carrot, in dreamsCarrot means an Imam, in dreamsImam means the enemy, in dreamsEnemy means the evil eye, in dreamsThe evil eye means an illness in dreamsIllness means a professor, in dreamsProfessor means a fool, in dreamsA fool means the Omniscient, in dreamsThe Omniscient means the Director…

  • Two Short Poems

    By: Sadullah Noori Translator: Abdulkhaliq Yaqubi . Mirage Lonely and late in the evening, I followed you with a hug of memories. What a pity! You are a mirage without any end. .. Dream trip There is no meaning to life here. Gather up those fragments of memories  That we left on our dream trip.

  • Graveyard

    by: Khabat Rasuli translator: Renas Abdalla . I said: if he comes, I will kill him myself, I will hold him by the neck, I throw him to the ground till he becomes breathless. I don’t let him go, no… no, he should not die that soon. I put a rope in his neck and…

  • Morning prayer

    by: 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…

  • Fishing

    by: Anwar Arab translator: Bawar Maroofi To Franz Hohler* . I went out of the house, with a piece of cloth on my wound to stop it from bleeding. It was twenty minutes to reach the hospital. All the vessels of my hand were beating, dumb dumb dumb. I pressed the cloth harder. Blood came…

  • The man who had no shadow

    by: Azad Argoushi translator: Abdulkhaliq Yaqubi . He had been looking for roses all his life. He was now lying on the hospital bed at the last stage of his life. His dreams were chained and gone, and in the end it was just despair. So at the end of each defeat he hated his…

  • Letter

    by: Khabat Rasuli translator: Kurdistan Hajebi . This is the story of thirty years ago narrated for you. This was narrated for me in many ways, during this years I’ve added and cut so many other story to it and maybe changed it completely. But there is something fixed in it  certainly i.e a woman,…

  • three poems

    by: Shuaib Mirzayi translator: Bawar Marufi . 1. As he arrives I mean, comes, Sits hastily on an awkward sofa Taking an awkward pill He says: All the evenings are full of awkward people who sit on sofas Awkward men More awkward streets As he comes I hastily Change and go out     to the…

  • Do you remember?

    By: Zhawen Shali translator: Ata Miraki Do you remember? you were my captivating_eyed whale played life for me at night from afar you were concerned about my honey good mornings, in a Kurdish bread and yogurt I wrapped around your throat like a cup of tea with a single greeting and from a thousand miles…

  • Coming back!

    by: Khabat Rasuli translator: Pariya Chalabi . The subway is empty,no more than 20 people in the wagons. It’s the end of night and at this moment, Oslo is becoming ready to sleep. An old red hair woman cuddles a white small fury dog, staring at that .The dog, tired of her looks, says :”…