She’s reading my mind.
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.
Endless songs
I don’t want for our songs to end El Helwa De is his good morning Ya rayeh Sawb Blade is my sweet wishes to him I don’t want these songs to end Nor our words and unspoken feelings The rope will hold on No soundbite will capticize what we have. Sun,breeze, and the endless green… Continue reading Endless songs
counting and
I leaned out of the window, stretching my body upward as a four-year old kid counting stars in mid June, We’ve passed Shuaafat and moved adjacentely to the separation wall with all it’s might. It was closing on us, engulfing us in it’s own ominous world. I should’ve thought of the woman who died yesterday… Continue reading counting and
Land Day
First heavy drops of rain cool the earth’s face, water its thirsty springs. For weeks it has been extremely hot yet on land day it rained and rained… My Grandmother says that’s a really good sign implying that the martyrs under the soil are warm, and are in peace. The land day- the 30th of… Continue reading Land Day
ساجي
,,ساجي لا يزال حيًا, ساجي لم يمت, وحدهم الاشرار الذين يموتون ويتعفنون في دوامة الزمان! هو شاب في مقتبل العمر أتم الثامنة عشرة من عمره, عمر الشباب اليانع والواعد مستقبله مزهر مثل زهر اللوز في صباح اذار, بدأ بنقش بصمته فالتحق بجامعة بير زيت ليتعلم ويتطور امه دائما رددت على مسامعه” أهم اشي الشهادة يما,… Continue reading ساجي
A Palestinian women partipating in inaugural Palestine Marathon which took place in Bethlehem, West Bank, April 21, 2013. Under the title “Right to Movement”
Happy Women’s day
You shouldn’t ride the bike, you are a big girl now. If you do ride it you won’t have kids in the future and who wants that to happen? you are almost 25 years old, I better find you a husband. Study abroad? what? you don’t live in Texas sweety, you either study… Continue reading Happy Women’s day
Task1: An evocative song
Sitting in the back seat behind mom’s chair, mortified between the urge to release my head from my body and launch it outside the window to absorb some clear ear and get that rush of energy that accompanied the wind, or to keep it safe behind the glass shield, and not taking risks to unleash my dad’s fury since he always said not to get our heads out of the window, especially us- girls.
After sneaking few doses of fresh air to endure another 10 minutes of the full-of-smoke atmosphere that dominated the car, I settled back annoyed by the seatbelt, then this song was played on sun’s radio, this song planted carnation between each other, soft smell that hugged us and brought us close, you see the result was immediate since mom started singing alon(my mom has a really nice voice) my dad hummed quietly.
I’ve didn’tlike these kinds of music at that time, so I found it boring and I asked my mom to change it, and she did, because she loves me. I guess it is true that love can bea killer.
Observations in the city of Haifa
It is 4am, I hear the faint noise of traffic. I drift to sleep. I sit in Egged bus no.37 ,a Russian couple argue about something, probably food because they’ve said Taboule, or that’s what I’ve heard. An old woman with grocery bags get into the full crowded bus, complying to my moral ethics and hearing… Continue reading Observations in the city of Haifa
That moment
Sometimes I hate myself for the simplest reasons; when I eat bread when I’ve put on some weight, when I get tight with a deadline assignment and when I’m late.So I made my mind to never be late again neither to school nor to birthdays. Unfortunately as most of my resolutions went down the drain… Continue reading That moment
AICHA BINT YUSIF 