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The Birth of Paper: An interactive online theater experience between Beirut and PittsburghLast showing is tonight, June 29 at 1 p.m. Pittsburgh / 8 p.m. Beirut "And here we are, together. In a space that's imaginary and real at the same time. How is that possible? Who knows. Science. Magic. Both." This is how "Molly," played by Milia Ayache, welcomes a Zoom room full of strangers, some of whom might also be friends or family. Or frenemies. Or even "stramily" or "striends." Connections are found as the audience is asked to ponder what kind of weather might move us from one category into the

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"Fishermen at the Corniche" by Vahan Luder Artinian Bombay Sapphire and scotch-tape.If you were a comic, you mightdo a bit about how one's to drownthe pain, the other's to keep its damnmouth straight. Faltering laments from a mosque, and in my mind,the dizzying acceptance that allour breaths were created equal-stifled, alive. Hind's telling meabout her grandfather, then her father. About dissent, then around4 or so, bequest. We're wasted ondry gin and the confluence of ourethnic poetries. She's telling mehow, if you're Palestinian, you get used to the idea of hyphenation.Her tears glisten like minefieldsof yesterday, and between

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"Tabriz Cemetery" by Sajed Haqshenas Last night I heard an owlIn the closed port of a night,my skin crawling andon fire,was its sorrowful songa few lilting stanzas and it was gone.And is it a bad omen,you think?And what of my enjoying it?And you,What's good?   Aws el Iskandarani of LA once old meour own legend of La Llorona,who roams the earth:a shapeshifter motherwho casts away the crown of motherhooda murderessand that in Egypt, the land before time,motherhood murderess wasan owl and awarningto never leave your clothes to dryin the eyes of the nightfor she'd shoot

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"Drilling" by Samia Soubra بيدرو مارتي مونيوز | ترجمتها من الاسبانية زينة الحلبي لم يدَعْ باولوف الكلاب تنام. عذّبها طوالَ أسابيع، فلم يسمح لها إلا بقليل من النوم المتقطّع، بلا انتظام. اكتشف بعدها أنّها وصلت إلى حالةٍ قصوى من التعب، فباتت كائناتٍ يقظة ولكن على حافّة النوم. أصبحت تلك الحيوانات شديدة الهشاشة، فصار بإمكانه السيطرة حتّى على تصرّفاتها العفويّة. فبعد بقائها وقتًا طويلًا بلا نوم، فقدت أكثر كلابه ذكاءً عزيمتها وأصبحت خاضعةً طيّعةً. لا أعرف المزيد عن باولوف. لكنّي أعرف ما ذكرتُه لأنه يساعدني على شرح كيف تحوّلتُ إلى كيسٍ من الخراء. أعاني من الأرق. لا أعرف النوم إلا

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