Alienation: A New Chapbook by Mahmoud Almunirawi

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Sometimes I think about praying

Maybe in congregation with other Muslims

Afterwards, I would call my mum and tell her:

People liked my voice when I recited the Qur’an

This happens again and again

But I haven’t done it a single time since I left home

I did not even call and ask her how she is…

Mahmoud Almunirawi defines this PDF as an album of overexposed images of architecture and poems “written during my 5 years in Sweden. Together,” he writes, “they form an abstract biography of life events.” тнє ѕυℓтαη’ѕ ѕєαℓ, which posted some of these poems in the original Arabic, was not involved in editing the English text, which was translated from Arabic by Slimen Zougari.

Mahmoud Almunirawi: Nine Images from an Ongoing Project

So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I’ll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he’d come from Arkangels, I sink I’d die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tid. There’s where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the—riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

Text from Finnegans Wake by James Joyce

Mahmoud Almunirawi: A Psychological Epidemic

By Mahmoud Al Manyarawi

I think I must be crazy, or have a short circuit in my brain; it feels like I can’t think in a right way, a way that guarantees any other destination in this life.

Taking decisions – any decisions – is a serious crisis in my life, so it feels like I’m paddling. I’ve tried, at least I think I’ve tried to edit my position, to lie down on my comfortable side, but where can one find a side in dimensionlessness? Failure echoes in the present and makes me tap deeper into my fragility. A psychological epidemic destroys my imaginary pictures of my self.

What can one do more than go on trying to live, though, since living is an involuntary daily activity that routinely robs us of our will to choose.

So I wake up every day carrying this box of contradictions about and trying as much as I possibly can to organize the mess. But I fail. A daily failure that reminds me of the greater failure of our existence. So I sleep on it, only to ironically try again when I wake up as if I didn’t yesterday.

I know I don’t have anything new to say, but repeating what can be repeated is the only way to emphasize nothing.

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جديد محمود المنيراوي: الأول

Adel El Siwi. Source: galleryward.com

السوشيال ميديا عندي تتوحد
لستُ معتاداً على هذا
حتى الانستغرام، شارك الفيسبوك وتويتر
العزاء بمهند
من مهند؟

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محمود المنيرواي: هكذا أفتح صدري بفأس الحقيقة

Hassan Hajjaj, “Musician Hindi Zahra, 2011”. Source: designindaba.com

لا يعجبني حالي مهما فعلت
ولا حيلة لي معي، أنا الغريب في جلدي
جلدي الغريب عن بيته في حي الجنينة
جنينة من يعرفونني وأعرفهم
أعرف أن من اتبعوا هواهم ظلّوا
لكنني أوهن من جناح بعوضة
لذا لا يعجبني حالي مهما فعلت

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محمود المنيراوي: في السويد

SWEDEN. Malmo. December 22, 2015. A woman walks on a street in central Malmo.

Moises Saman, Malmo, December 22, 2015. Source: magnumphotos.com

لا شيء يحدثُ معي ليُكتَب
أعني أنني لا زلتُ أتنفس
لكن شيئاً لا يحدث وكأنني متجمد
أليس هذا طبيعياً في السويد؟
أن يتجمد المرء
كأنه في ثلاجة.

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