A Philosophy lesson in Ramallah

I started reading a book called “Sophie’s world- the history of Western philosophy”, our relationship has grown intimate, we’ve been inseparable for the past two weeks. So it wasn’t unusual to find me holding the book on the ride to Ramallah. It wasn’t a long ride, we drove through Modi’in which supposed to shorten the… Continue reading A Philosophy lesson in Ramallah

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Time is a treacherous creation Compartmentalizing the idea of us, shrinking instead of stretching it Why?   I learnt that the universe is expanding. That we are expanding under the canopy we’ve built to observe beauty. It’s not false but it’s not wholly true. Hubble said that the universe is accelerating, That those who are… Continue reading Untitled

حسن الذي ربح

اتصفح الفيسبوك كمهرب من دراستي المتكدسة, اشاهد فيديو وهو يرقص بشغف على انغام مشروع ليلى. يشدني. حسن رابح. حسن رابح. الرابج سيبقى وحيدا, اتذكر عنوان رواية لم اقراها بعد, مكدسة على مكتبتي كبقية الكتب الاخرى المتواجدة التي اعلم انني لن اقراها ولكن احتفظ بها لسبب مجهول. الرابح سيبقى وحيدا, الرابح بماذا؟ ولماذا سيبقة وحيدا؟ من… Continue reading حسن الذي ربح

At the purgatory, I landed

I thought of it once she said i paused swallowed my incendiary pride what if this thought became a reality? morphed and jumbled to this nugget of possibility and willing to manifest itself in reality, no longer a passing dream. it would be pitiful i tell you “on a rainy day in A-town a woman swallows… Continue reading At the purgatory, I landed

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