Mosul recalls gentler times

Toss me, over there
like seeds in a air
on banks of Tigris
that flows in Mosul
Go out and see
How Mosul is free
Despite a shackles
Go out and see
How a birds are singing
On roofs of jails
On a blockade like angels
When they spin to life, in
March,in a wordless jungle…

— Ahmed Zaidan, producer and publisher from Mosul

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