Every time you cross my mind I pick a leaf off the heap on the floor next to the almond tree on my way to school. It’s sudden and intimate, it’s can’t be controlled. The dew on summer mornings, the cringes when hearing the owls hoot. These things are inevitable where I used to live.… Continue reading Who, may I ask?
Category: prose
20-hours flight away
I hear your voice cracking on the phone, and i see your tears across the seas dropping like the water of the seas. I want to cry with you so I can show you the same, but I don’t We had the chance to be, yet we became only with 20-hours flight away. with… Continue reading 20-hours flight away
في جادة هوليوود
في لوس انجلوس مدينة الملائكة امراة بمنتصف العمر تتكا الجدار في جادة هوليوود فوق النجوم تحتضن امتعتها لاتقاء البرد او لطرد النشالين [انا ارجح الاحتمال الاخير] تحمل حياتها على كتفيها طفلان يحومان حولها مثل النسور “الرجاء المساعدة,مشردون” يقرا لوح الورق المقوى للمشروبات الغازية- . أما أنا, فانا مررت مرور العابر لكن قلبي بقي هناك, في… Continue reading في جادة هوليوود
One eye closed, one eye open.
We always managed to make our way around it. You believe heartily. I’m a skeptic fondly. You believe, rely and have faith in the entity behind the clouds. And if any question pops, you extinguish it with beliefs and recites. I ask, I sleep with questions and make love to them. I believe then I… Continue reading One eye closed, one eye open.
The Reason I’m Learning Spanish
And because love battles not only in its burning agricultures but also in the mouth of men and women, I will finish off by taking the path away to those who between my chest and your fragrance want to interpose their obscure plant. About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what… Continue reading The Reason I’m Learning Spanish
Jadal
Yes sir, I chose and choose to write. It’s not a meant to be thing, but I felt I want to write and I have to write, I would feel this heavy burden upon my shoulders, as you all know that’s not such a pleasant feeling. I chose to write for one reason; my mom… Continue reading Jadal
Home
You are not aware of something until you don’t have it Loss Advent of self-consciousness is inevitable After Loss Temporary Loss no sun when snowing no smile in falling In that period of uncertainty of variables and of inner isolation you think you ponder,contemplate,imagine,hallucinate,dream and think! you speak yo your soul away from the bustle… Continue reading Home
Spur of the moment
It’s the greatest decisions that we make in the last moment my friend. The rush of adrenaline goes through your body, washes your heart. Things get foggy at first, but that’s okay because it’s only darkest before the dawn.
On the Lists: Best Books of 2014
ARABLIT & ARABLIT QUARTERLY The “year’s best” book lists — be they 10 or 50 or 100; poetry or celeb memoirs or children’s books — are such a widespread phenomenon in English-language newspapers and magazines that the Wall Street Journal does a compilation, a master list of best-ofs: But, on the vast majority of these best-of lists, translations are still… Continue reading On the Lists: Best Books of 2014
Licking a dinosaur!
The sun was sinking behind the red, girdled Utah mountains. On top of the hill in Capitol Reef national park, perched the station; the coolest station ever. It is environment friendly, wells water are distilled and processed, solar energy batteries, minimization of light and noise pollution, high windows in the east side to let in the energetic… Continue reading Licking a dinosaur!