If i were to give you the sea and the skies, would you ask for more? I hugged my sister on a Tuesday evening and the air smelt of jasmine the sun rays tilted and penetrated out hug, making it warm but tell me if i gave you the mother of warmth would you ask… Continue reading Untitled
Author: aicha bint yusif
Writing is my key to free spaces. I write to let things out and to chronicle some, and you're more than welcome to read them.
Still goats on the mountains (Abraham’s path)
The time was noon, and the sun was high in the sky that the shadow lost its existence. Crossing the trek from Tuqu’a to Arab Al-Rashayda, we walked through the desert, quite effortlessly for this trail goes downhill all the way. The winding narrow valley is breathtakingly beautiful. It was hard to imagine that this… Continue reading Still goats on the mountains (Abraham’s path)
Jerusalem writes back
Struck with awe and disbelief Jerusalem wrote me back A letter of apology and grief written with blood and charcoal. On a dry August day she packed her luggage and letters written from numerous lovers the brazen sun blocked her way and pronounced the necessity of her sacrifice. But Jeru Salem had one… Continue reading Jerusalem writes back
A walk in Jerusalem II
The pungent smell of cardamom awoke me this morning while I walked to the holy Sepluchre where Jesus is buried. The old tailor in his old tiny shop right before the left corner on the way to the holy Sepluchre. The young man on the right side of that same curb who sells fresh orange… Continue reading A walk in Jerusalem II
A walk in Jerusalem
I am sick of youtube videos telling me what to do and those short clips of how i should live my life and what’s there to woe Today I walked in Jerusalem bare-hearted and strong I left my heart at home for they said three men were killed today and two more too doors were… Continue reading A walk in Jerusalem
Gilgamesh
He saw everything in the broad-boned earth And knew what there was to be known. Who had experienced what there was And had become familiar with all things- He to whom wisdom clung like a cloak And who dwelt together with Existence in harmony” Gilgamesh
Notes while studying for my literature final
“It is an acknowledgment of the beauty of the universe, an acknowledgment the more sincere because it is not formal, but indirect; it is a task light and easy to him who looks at the world in the spirit of love: further, it is a homage paid to the native and the naked dignity of… Continue reading Notes while studying for my literature final
Rainy May
Rainy days of May Abruptly they come so gay an undetected feeling of nostalgia to something that never been and never will. a longing to be home in the womb of God. to reunite with the creator one. The rain drizzling softly, whispering promises for the future. the birds chirp so lively Oh! the sound… Continue reading Rainy May
Frankenstein
Frankenstein. Victor Frankenstein, how could you deprive your creation of joy and companionship? why would one create a thief only to punish him for being one? Frankenstein eventually kills his Creator, and then he kills himself. The modern man has killed God, or rather the idea of God, does that mean that the modern man… Continue reading Frankenstein
The bus in Silwan
The only time I witnessed a Jew holding the Kuffyeh The bus struggled up the narrow street in Silwan, it had privileged students: Palestinian and Jews just the same, in an attempt to be a Leftist initiative and show them the wrongdoings of the IDF in Jerusalem: the house annexations; the harassments; the dire living… Continue reading The bus in Silwan
AICHA BINT YUSIF 