Category writing

First Rain

Walking to my car in a warm day and there it is… wet floors water, touching my face. landing on my glasses. “What the hell?” “Why now?” I say to myself out loud. The first rain not in a good place. I’m not prepared for it. My favorite rain. Not when I’m expecting it. It […]

Tick-tock

Tick-tock The clock is ticking A day Few hours Few minutes Until the big day The big day is by all means Not my wedding Not The big day But my big day My birthday! The day I turn 29 Twenty nine My twenties are almost over I only have one last year And then […]

A post for October

October. I have to dedicate some words for October. Or perhaps I should name my first born October. October is my month, and somehow it’s one of my favorite months. I feel October in my bones. It gives me the chills. And the good kind of chills. October is the beginning. October welcomes the Autumn […]

Rise, my dear.

My dear,Rise! You’ll be alright. All of this — all will be gone. Your agony, anguish, and anger will all — be gone. Go to sleep. In your sleep you’ll find beauty, will find love, and escapades – from your dark real mind. And when the sun rises, you’ll rise too. Strong and great. Now, […]

A writer, a dream

About ten years ago I decided that I want to become a writer. I was dreaming about becoming one of those best-selling authors that can live this exciting life of just spending time in solitude and write. I spent my late teen years (18 and 19) trying to write. I knew I lacked the language […]

Suffocated (or untitled)

Suffocated Within those boundaries around me in my city my hometown   I can’t fight too weak to resist to fragile to stand up   So sick to defend my birthright too weak to lose my home too careful not to be found   hiding within my own thoughts my own beliefs my rights as […]

خوف | Fear

هل هنالك من يخاف الحق؟ هل هنالك من يهاب الحقيقة؟ هل هنااك من يهرب من الحُب؟ الجواب هو: الجميع. كلنا نخاف من أجمل ما يبنيه الكون. هنالك في الحُب يوجد موت وعذاب حقد وكره وهذا مُرهب وأنا خائفة من كل شيء جميل من كل شيء شيّق أخاف الحياه اكثر من الموت. تموز ٢٠١٨ I’m finding […]

My home town, not my homeland

I should be entirely ashamed of my feelings. I should repent the way I feel. I was driving back to the my home town, to see my family. I do that every other weekend. The minute I entered my hometown, instead of feeling nostalgic I felt alienated. I cursed my home town. I cursed my […]

It was part of the fantasy

“For some it wasn’t perfect, for others it was totally wrong, for me it was the fantasy …” It was seven years ago, when I was a child. I was naive, and I wanted to learn. I was eager and passionate, and I had no idea how to learn. I’d known I was a special […]

We thought we knew everything

Time goes by and you look back at who you were back then, back in the good old days. And it was us, a group of passionate, eager and ambitious Literature students. We studied literature, and we wanted to know everything about it. We wanted to explore the world through literature. We read, analysed and […]

Autumn Agony (unfinished)

– October 14, 2017 When it’s the beginning of the year The autumn leaves turn into flames And fall off. No longer part of their home Their grand, erect, warm and green home. They loved their home. Their home carried them Protected them And nourished them. And now they’re part of this earth, Wandering to […]

My October

Originally posted on Strawberry Fields:
It happens early or just earlier than  expected. The first drops of rain I learned to hate through the years. But this is the time my own month to feel cheer. ? It will take up another year to bring back the heat I had during summer time. I wrote…