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biobeetle's review
challenging
emotional
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? N/A
3.75
Content Warnings
Graphic: Rape
Moderate: Chronic illness, Abortion, Terminal illness, and War
bookwormdaily's review against another edition
3.0
“how we measure time with pain but not without tenderness”
this book is very unique and interesting. especially the english and arabic poems in the same sentences, i think it adds more emotional and meaningful taste to the topic.
it’s about women, family, god, faith, the country they try to rebuild, and life that they mourn over. it is very personal and intimate. i do feel the emotion in some of the poems, but in other poems, i felt so uncomfortable especially when they talked about Christianity, and described it off-topic out of the faith that i understand.
alexander's review
3.0
Maybe the most accessible book of poetry I've ever read and about a quarter of it was in a language I don't understand.
bravesirtoaster's review against another edition
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? N/A
3.75
l0v3lu's review
emotional
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? N/A
3.75
Content Warnings
Moderate: War and Rape
Minor: Abortion
libbygamberg's review
emotional
inspiring
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? N/A
4.0
lifeinpoetry's review against another edition
5.0
Excerpts:
I’m tired of knocking on the doors of empires.
(from “Dear white critic”)
when i was a little girl i wanted to bury the afternoon
when longing was long & my parents slept & slept
i stood in the corridor & repeated i i i i i until i
flickered in & out of myself
(from “ode to the afternoon”)
I was terrified
when the doctor named the disease
& told you one can manage it these days—
there are pills, there is time.
I know we are not young young,
know the body is but a shell—
shoulders throb, hips need oiling
at the hinges, hair whitens—
but isn’t it too early? & death,
whichever of us it comes for first,
will it be forgetfulness or remembrance?
Of the two of us, you’re the one who believes
more. It matters what we tell ourselves,
so we tell ourselves
We are here we are here we are here.
(from “UNBREAKABLE”)
I’m tired of knocking on the doors of empires.
(from “Dear white critic”)
when i was a little girl i wanted to bury the afternoon
when longing was long & my parents slept & slept
i stood in the corridor & repeated i i i i i until i
flickered in & out of myself
(from “ode to the afternoon”)
I was terrified
when the doctor named the disease
& told you one can manage it these days—
there are pills, there is time.
I know we are not young young,
know the body is but a shell—
shoulders throb, hips need oiling
at the hinges, hair whitens—
but isn’t it too early? & death,
whichever of us it comes for first,
will it be forgetfulness or remembrance?
Of the two of us, you’re the one who believes
more. It matters what we tell ourselves,
so we tell ourselves
We are here we are here we are here.
(from “UNBREAKABLE”)