Published in Overland Issue 236 Spring 2019 · Uncategorized The Nasīb of Lujayn Hourani Hasib Hourani The first half, the motherland: Tarshīha, District of Akkā Shiḥa Jamaluddin flew*. (ṭar shiḥa.) The legendary hero flew to the battlefield fought the crusaders and had a city named after him. town territory land By 1948 she is deserted, looted, not allotted to us. Al sha‘b flew*. (ṭar al sha‘b.) The masses flew in flocks to safer land and she is made naked. One decade later, she is dressed in new vesture brought in from the east, west, and north. They build her from the ground up, from the rubble and branches up (already 600 metres above sea level, they go even higher.) Like a woman in marriage she keeps her old name and adopts the new one, too – hyphenating them like it means modernity. *the imperfect conjugation of Arabic teer, to fly, is tar. The second half, the fatherland: Ḥiṭṭīn, District of Ṣafad The father didn’t make it out alive. In the twelve-hundreds he homed the battle of the horns in the sixteen-hundreds the ottomans in 1948 the war and that finally did it. Think bountiful, and flourishing, and refreshing; think olive trees, and fruit trees; think figs in the summer and spring water flowing into wadis (think about how these aren’t my thoughts and haven’t been anyone’s for a while now.) – Evacuate the inhabitants – Occupy the town – Chase away the rāji‘ūn* – Extinguish the men – pack animals – reason to come back Found new towns with new names and like rock salt in the mortar wound call old mosques heritage sights. *literally translated as the returners. Read the rest of Overland 236 If you liked this poem, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four brilliant issues for a year Hasib Hourani Hasib Hourani is a Palestinian writer, editor, and arts worker who lives and works in Naarm/Melbourne. More by Hasib Hourani › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 22 November 202422 November 2024 · Fiction A map of underneath Madeleine Rebbechi They had been tangled together like kelp from the age of fourteen: sunburned, electric Meg and her sidekick Ruth the dreamer, up to all manner of sinister things. So said their parents; so their teachers reported when the two girls were found down at the estuary during a school excursion, whispering to something scaly wriggling in the reeds. 21 November 202421 November 2024 · Fiction Whack-a-mole Sheila Ngọc Phạm We sit in silence a few more moments as there is no need to talk further; it is the right place to end. There is more I want to know but we had revisited enough of the horror for one day. As I stood up to thank Bác Dzũng for sharing his story, I wished I could tell him how I finally understood that Father’s prophecy would never be fulfilled.