#Omar Sakr
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beguines · 3 days ago
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Omar Sakr, The Lost Arabs
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firstfullmoon · 4 months ago
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Omar Sakr, “Every Day”
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apoemaday · 3 months ago
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Every Day
by Omar Sakr
Every day I say a prayer for Palestine And every day a dog runs away with it Vanishing down an alley, tail wagging To benefit who knows which wretch. I tell myself it doesn’t matter who receives The gift of my kindness. Such lovely lies We bestow upon ourselves. Sometimes I am the dog fleeing with a bastard’s Love clenched in my slavering jaw. Sometimes I am the one curled at the end Of an alley, blessed by the unexpected Warmth of a snuffling mouth telling Me I am not forgotten. Every day I say a prayer for Palestine.
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houseofpurplestars · 8 months ago
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Refusal in the genocide by Omar Sakr
He walked to the gate
Accelerant in hand.
I can’t make this beautiful
I hope you understand.
His voice was clear.
He tried to light
The spark of his life
Several times.
I’m stuck on his fingers
On the catch
On the flash
On the free
On Falastin
Screaming
I don’t need a poem
I need a fire extinguisher
But oh god
Nothing can quench this light.
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geryone · 1 year ago
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“A Song of Love” by Omar Sakr from We Call to the Eye & the Night: Love Poems by Writers of Arab Heritage
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goreprofonde · 6 months ago
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My father was for the longest time a plastic smile locked under the bed. Before that, he was whatever came out of my mother’s mouth. He was I’ll tell you when you’re older. He was winding smoke, a secret name. That fucking Turk. He was foreign word, distant country. I gave myself up to her hands which also fathered; they shaped me into flinch. Into hesitant crouch, expectant bruise. Into locked door, CIA black site- my body unknown and denied to any but the basest men. I said beat my father into me please, but he couldn’t be found. And when he was, I wished he remained lost. He blamed himself for the men I want.
- Omar Sakr, to be a son.
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llovelymoonn · 1 year ago
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omar sakr son of sin
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artemisiatridentata · 1 year ago
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Tweet by poet Omar Sakr, in response to a tweet about the WHO describing Al-Shifa Hospital as a “death zone”, as 25 heroic healthcare workers were trying to keep nearly 300 patients, including 32 babies, alive under horrific conditions.
Tweet reads: “I would once again like to invite you all to stop invoking history's judgement. We are alive and capable of condemning it now. We must do so with a clarity and conviction sufficient enough to bore into time—that's what *makes* history. Us. Now.”
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confusedbyinterface · 10 months ago
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Guys good news if you have piss poor reading comprehension you can always get a job working for the Murdoch press!
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scatteredprayerbeads · 10 months ago
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Posted by Omar Sakr on Dec 11, 2023
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gustaving · 7 months ago
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beguines · 2 months ago
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Omar Sakr, Non-Essential Work
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firstfullmoon · 1 month ago
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Omar Sakr, “On Finding the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) in Dante’s Inferno,” in Non-Essential Work
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thoughtportal · 5 months ago
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edwordsmyth · 9 months ago
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Omar Sakr
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a-queer-seminarian · 9 months ago
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Poems of solidarity & love for Palestine
Palestine has been under siege for months now — and before that, it’s been subjected  to Israeli violence funded by Western nations for decades.
As the suffering continues, it can be tempting to shut down, to look away — but it is key to our own humanity, key to our solidarity with these fellow human beings, that we not look away; that we do not give up hope or stop speaking out.
Poetry can nourish us when we fear we might burn out. So in the coming days I’ll be sharing some poems centered around solidarity — poems to keep us going until Palestine is free.
Let’s start with a piece by Arab Australian poet Omar Sakr, who is not Palestinian but who has been using his platform and his art to stand with Palestine. Follow him on Twitter for the incredible poems he’s been posting there. This poem he posted in January challenges the idea of solidarity when it is watered down into a distant idea, rather than passionate, vulnerable love.
“Looking away in the genocide” by Omar Sakr
I have, too many times to count. There’s no anaesthetic left. Do you understand? Nothing To blunt the pain. I’m no hero, This isn’t brave, it’s a blank page My pen and blood. In my heart I have a stadium of dead children I swear it’s full every day yet Another is added. It isn’t the dead I look away from, it’s the debt Owed to the living, dragging down My eyelids, turning stay into flee Turning love into solidarity Something bearable, distant, a politic. I’m trying to see and not scream. Therein lies the problem.
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