He is always building and destroying. He uses punctuation chaotically, brings in songs and lines from others, and chops off his lines awkwardly, piling them over each other so they become a chain of images unfolding in your hands.
I do not wish to see a fellow writer and friend being treated as just a case of “free speech” . . . There is something challenging and evocative in Ashraf’s work that it bothered authorities so much, and the least we can do is to read it, allow it to travel, and engage with it.
Saudi Arabia lacks the grounds for collectives to exist . . . But it was people like Ashraf and others who created bridges within the creative community.