Mosab Abu Toha- My translation of a new poem by my friend Hamed Ashour, who is in Gaza and writing from there: And just like this, whenever you smile, I see sorrowful peoples migrating from one cheek to another, mistaking—while thirst is killing them— every dimple they encounter for a well of water.

 Mosab Abu Toha

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My translation of a new poem by my friend Hamed Ashour, who is in Gaza and writing from there: 

 

And just like this, 

whenever you smile, 

I see sorrowful peoples migrating 

from one cheek to another, 

mistaking—while thirst is killing them— 

every dimple they encounter 

for a well of water.

 https://x.com/MosabAbuToha/status/2061653289687474377/photo/1

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