Ukraine | 2023 Last day I can’t believe it, but I know it’s true: “This is the end.” I head towards it.
Ukraine | 2023 Four Words A call from Kyiv at 4.50 in the morning. My husband’s best friend. We don’t want to pick up. It keeps ringing.
Afghanistan | 2023 Among the Fire Worshippers A cry escapes the throat of every Afghan. A dying person in every corner of this city.
Afghanistan | 2023 I am here Yes, I am here, right here, by this small window, eyes wet with tears, watching the misty streets of your city,
Syria | 2023 In the New Year I am not me. I and this country I migrated to, we are not one. I write and I object in my poetry. And then I wait for answers every night.
Syria | 2023 Homeland is a cemetery They camped before the pearly gates and screamed, just like the others screamed, the others whose paths had strayed, their screams had no identity.
Turkey | 2023 Assimilation In this world I am a refugee. There is no place for me here. Every word is foreign to me, every sound is alien.
Germany | 2019 Language Is Life You read your poem In your native language About your longing About your life And I don’t really understand
Germany | 2018 I’d Like to Say You Are Multi-Coloured Germany, you can be grey Your wind blows through narrow streets Through blonde and brown and black hair
Nigeria | 2019 Night Time Night is cold Night is sad for some Night is so dark Night comes and goes Like my love for you
Germany | 2018 »Other« Hot summer day. Noon. The trees are sweating when my friend tells me he wants to leave England because no other country on earth hates the “other“ as much.