Stories
I wish I could say that I like writing with a pen. That on every occasion – in the train or in a café – I open a small and pretty notebook and immortalize poetic thoughts or profound quotes. Instead, I , at most, type […]
All that time
Damascus Countryside 2012 7 PM. One of the war machinery – as I wasn’t familiar with the types of them at the time – had hit my house. 10 PM. I’m inviting my friends tomorrow to a sleepover party. 1 AM. One more song for […]
Listen
Listen, you’ve tried by all available means, worked harder each day than anyone else. Since the very beginning you have justified yourself but finally failed in being yourself. Horrifying, if your helplessness is comparable with a pebble stone within a tight jungle of concrete, if […]
The forest
They stand like warriors. Ready for the battle, against everything that was. Their hands are stiff, joined together. A front, determined, for hours, for ages. And when the storm comes, the tornado or hurricane, you might forget who or what they used to be. Even […]
Your little girl
Your little girl Your missing rib A girl who turns the rattle of your heart on in her bed The crackling of your joints while you make love to her Like an old man moving slowly between the kiss and the shoes And [she who] […]
Helper Syndrome – Part 2
Actually the laughter of the group lasted a whole two minutes that seemed to me infinitely long and made me infinitely embarrassed. Especially Mohammad the First and Mohammad the Second were rolling on the floor laughing. They didn’t only share the same first name, they […]
The final attempt to strum
I have been getting strange states of déjà vu these last few days. I hear the phone without ringing, noises of all the coming visitors while no one is really here and I see your face in every corner I look. A half-wrecked wall, which […]
Acting, psychosis and love
“We are all actors in life”, my professor said in the first lecture on the topic identity. With these sentences you definitely get the attention of students bored by gray theory. I would have liked to call it “fake news”. Not just that: Suddenly, I […]
