With raw and charged emotion, Azaizeh absolves herself from anything she must say about war, while sprinkling salt on the very same wounds. We can only understand her reasons for renouncing her responsibility by untangling the strings she spins around her poems, in which she frees all the despair and passion accumulated behind seemingly safe walls. Songs lose their tune and people lose their names and watching life’s mundane scenes will leave you feeling besieged and outraged. (Almutawassit, Italy)