Moujarad Madina

The poet Mansour Rajih spent fifteen years in a Yemeni prison, before his expulsion to Norway. “I still carry prison inside me. Prison follows me around like a shadow.” His wife speaks of isolation, friends who take their distance, the fear of the secret services. “Prison is everywhere.” Exile is also a prison, the hell of being a foreigner. This is what his poetry shares with so many others.