Assad Abdia woman in the naked cityAborted by the naked city, naked we remain in a space that lost its soul.May 31, 2019May 31, 2019
Assad AbdiinLiterally Literaryblue jaffa orangesour sea (e)motionless, listening to tunes not of our heartsMar 7, 20171Mar 7, 20171
Assad AbdiinLiterally Literarya lover drowning in a coffee cupSo here we are again, conversing over another cup of coffee while another war rages outside. We seem to meet during national crises — as if…Feb 14, 20172Feb 14, 20172
Assad Abdia deadly encounter with a soldierIt’s a hot summer day. My body froze under the sun. My blood is racing to warm my cold skin. But then.. it’s too late!Dec 4, 2016Dec 4, 2016
Assad Abdia lover conversing with a city (08)The face stares at you still. You stare into the dream. How could such a face be signified. Her eyes speak of sorrow; of love once found…Oct 11, 2016Oct 11, 2016
Assad Abdientry is forbiddenYou depart into the second exile. Trapped forever yet free from all sense of belonging. Living but do not belong to any space. Your home a…Oct 7, 2016Oct 7, 2016
Assad Abdiframe awaya photo a reminder of the not far away self. a smile captured a spirit imprisoned between four corners of an imprint. a poem a tribute to…Oct 4, 2016Oct 4, 2016
Assad Abdigravity of exileYou depart to the fifth circle of exile, where gravity learnt to cope with itself. The name no longer pulls you down. You shed the past…Oct 3, 2016Oct 3, 2016
