Book: A kiosk selling cigarettes in the homeland of smoke Category: hair Written by: Hani Nadim Description: A distinguished anthology of poetry by the Lebanese poet Hani Nadim We have selected for you: I am your son I raised my name to the dynasty tree swarming with the names of the dead, the lovers, the afflicted, and the weary, and I found a mediocre site that does not arouse envy. And I read: "I don't swear in this country" I am your brother I did not dispute your inheritance And do not look forward to the issuance of councils where wisdom resides or the biggest money dog, but rather I sat when I let myself down, watching the world and its horrors and read: "If the earth quakes, its earthquake" I am your father I gave you my dress and my names and hung in the front of the house what my fathers said: “Your family, do not perish.” I am your sad father... I bequeath you - against my will - a ravenous nostalgia that runs around like a wounded leopard I joined you all from those who believed.. and from those who committed idolatry Then I sat in the middle of your names And I read: "And we raised your remembrance."
