We exist because beauty has always survived
what tried to erase it.
We are the longing that does not require leaving.
On belonging, displacement, and the art of return
FICTION & PROSE
Łukasz Łotoszyński
A literary short story about an aged woman crocheting lace in her final years, as memories of her life surface stitch by stitch - a childhood in a Polish village, an early trauma in a wheat field, an arranged marriage, motherhood, and finally refuge in the company of other women.
FICTION
Layla Nassar
To walk through an Arab city is to be educated by the senses before the mind has a chance to form an opinion. Colour comes first — then smell, then sound, layered and without hierarchy.
ESSAY
Layla Nassar
To walk through an Arab city is to be educated by the senses before the mind has a chance to form an opinion. Colour comes first — then smell, then sound, layered and without hierarchy.
The light arrives before anything else — a slow, amber suffusion that moves across the water and climbs the limestone facades of the corniche, turning the city briefly into something ancient and unhurried. In the early morning, before the traffic finds its voice, Beirut belongs t
READ →We are delighted to open the call for submissions for Issue 07: Thresholds and Crossings. This issue invites writers, poets, artists, and photographers to explore the spaces in between — the doorways, borders, and moments of passage that define how we move through the world and t
READ →The light arrives before anything else — a slow, amber suffusion that moves across the water and climbs the limestone facades of the corniche, turning the city briefly into something ancient and unhurried. In the early morning, before the traffic finds its voice, Beirut belongs t
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