In my dream I played chess with a dragon. I can’t remember who won, but the dragon was nice, but then he got angry (I think maybe because he lost the match?) and he went on a rage, so we had to reconcile with each other and talk again. It has always been the… Continue reading the dragon fragment
Category: Under the threshold (writing fragments)
random fragments
That weird running incident
Running has always been a source of pleasure Racing the wind, releasing the mind Feeling the strong muscles move under my control Until that day when it all stopped: I was running at the beach, where a military base lies nearby And to practice they run in groups With guns slouching at their sides … Continue reading That weird running incident
Chaos and Love
Descending the train demands more effort than usual. It’s 11am on a Sunday morning in Haifa central bus station. She gets off and looks for some shade to wait for the next train to Tel Aviv. She drags her carry-on bag filled with clean clothes, containers of Dwali, Maqlobi and other veggies and fruits that… Continue reading Chaos and Love
From the mountain top
When the world was created, there was no light. So God weaved light and water like the weft and the warp. The air became like a knitted soft fabric that we could softly and comfortably wear. Then we made our own clothes out of gluey leaves, frozen drops of snow and sand. We built a… Continue reading From the mountain top
أحمد ناجي: عبده السكندري وبورخيس السويسري
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خبزت أمى الكيكة وزينتها بالكريمة البيضاء والفواكه. أخرجتها من الثلاجة وسارت وسط أنظار وحماس الجميع حتى وضعتها على طاولة الطعام، ثم بدأت في غرس شموع عيد الميلاد الصغيرة فيها. أوشكنا على إطفاء النور وإشعال الشموع، اللحظة المثيرة التي من أجلها تسارعت دقات قلبي، لأني أحصل حينها على اهتمام وحب الجميع، قطعها رنين…
glimpses of mind’s contemplations
Encountering the sublime at the turn of the corner, I am left without words. As cliche as it sounds, but when i walked down the street to my house and glimpsed the early blossoms of the almond tree, they were pink and white in the center, I was taken to a halt. How can i… Continue reading glimpses of mind’s contemplations
on Hope
It was a cold Tuesday. It was that kind of Tuesday when things are in one state then you go to school and when you come back things are different: I wake up, drag myself out of bed, I can hear the clamor of plates and closing cupboards in the kitchen in addition to the… Continue reading on Hope
[Fragments of return #3]
it is a fragment because it is a piece, whole in its own but connected to other pieces. It is a fragment and not a piece, because it comes uninterrupted and blazing- it asks for no permission and it doesn’t knock the door of consciousness, it merely comes in, takes off the jacket and… Continue reading [Fragments of return #3]
[Fragments of return #2]
Though she has never admitted it, but it was one of her healing rituals to go to the meadow with her father. When she was little, she hated going to the meadow because that meant lots of field work, and she only wanted to play. But sometimes she loved working, only when all her… Continue reading [Fragments of return #2]
[fragments of return]
On her ride back home from the airport, after three years of comfortable living abroad, the new wall that was built at the entrance of the neighborhood accompanied her. She could not see past it, and it stayed there, a grey, solemn slab of concrete looming after another, for about twenty seconds. But she thought… Continue reading [fragments of return]
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