There are times when it is easier to say things in a foreign language, In…

Bahman Mohassess. Untitled. 1994. Assemblage.

For fariba When he said they’re deaf, dumb and blind; so they will not return,…

That Is My Building

A shed as big as a nest, 

Roofed with torn plastics and tarpaulins, 

Fenced with tiny slices of bamboo

The Invisible Barbed Wire

I heard my name “Hussan Sa Rezi” on the loudspeaker. Puzzled, I looked at my cellmate for confirmation. During my whole imprisonment, the security guards hadn’t pronounced my name right. My cellmate nodded that it was my name among a list of thirty refugees who would be released from Balikpapan refugee prison.

Innocent Deer

In one of the remote forests in Sudan, a group of animals lived in peace.…

Gull-Chaman and Lindy Banks

I developed a passion for writing. I began by painting my own suffering in words. As I continued practicing writing as therapy, I realized it was an effective way to connect with the wider world. I shared my writing on social media. I described the hardships and injustice that we refugees faced due to the barbaric incompetence of those responsible for running the detention system. 

The Geography of Love جغرافیای عشق

I am certain

That one day the sun will be jealous

Of the heat of my desire

Diary from Kabul: I had many dreams

I am a girl. I am 19 years old. I am from Kabul. I am from Afghanistan. I started school when I was a young girl. I wanted to be an engineer. I wanted to build my country.

Mohammad Asif Rezaie


A Memorial to Asif Reziae


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