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Dust, Dialogue , lron
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Ramallah - 2009
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I close my palm on glimpses of time. I am a powerless witness sometimes, sinking deep into my buried secrets. I feel my way in the darkness, seeing scenes of the first slave taken from Africa. I Fall along a tear, fearful for the children that will not arrive to the french port of Nantes. The bewilderment of Andalusia Taifa Kings. A writer inscribing Hammurabi laws. A woman protecting her child.A priest of the Middle Ages seducing a woman .His Eminence at the outskirts of Toledo hoping to secure
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Tayseer Barakat
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