Nostalgia
The great poet Mahmoud Darwish says: “Nostalgic is a scar in the heart, and the fingerprint of a country on the body…” This is what I noticed when I looked at my body from the inside. I was full of fragments of nostalgia, as if […]
Mold is filling everything
I am filled with a hidden feeling of immortality, a feeling that everything I love is going to the end without me. I wasn’t experiencing a sudden mania when I asked for just a piece of paper to write. They sell apples like this and […]
About depression
Fortunately, I am depressed, so now I see things as they are, or at least I see Damascus as a little girl who is wandering and laughing and I laugh with her. And fortunately, I do not care now about the sounds of explosions, I […]
It is always night
Men they cry, children they die Yet the bombs… they fall Women they cry, prayers they die Yet the bombs… they fall like the night It is always night there It is always dark there They are still dying there They are still crying there […]
I cried too much
I cried too much On simple and small things I cried and I know that grief is great to cry And that crying is like a ring of keys Ringing in the pocket of grief And they both sleep in a room overlooking the empty […]
Don’t put me in there
“That’s a girl”, claimed the acquaintance of my parents and ignored the protest of my five-year me: “No, I’m a boy.” Girls are stupid and bitchy, and I didn’t want to be that way. “You’re gay”, shouted a guy at me. My teenie me left […]
On nothingness
My mother told me once, and I have always believed in mothers: “You’ll be terribly sad.” The girl I loved told me once, and I believed in love before: “You’re everything.” My mother is gone, the girl I loved has left, and I stayed… It […]
The old man on the street
I heard a burdend echo down the alleys of this war-torn town, a familiar tone, galling, they say – little do they know it was a warrior’s cry. I still recognized it. Of course I did! How could I not? One glimpse was enough to say it […]
