As long as you are in the south, you don't have to wipe the oil dust off your shoes twice a day, but you have to rub your stomach again and again to calm the storm of hunger cheerfully, as you wave to the fire-lighters and ember-stokers with the finest oils to ask them: Isn't it time for this ceremony to end? For our skins, even if they mature after every barbecue, are not enough to sustain your inherited ecstasy. So preserve the fire's prestige and let its keepers return to their duties.

• Category: Poetry
• Author: Iyad Halasham
• Publisher: Dar Fadaat
• Year of Publication: 2024
• Number of Pages: 232