Category: Under the threshold (writing fragments)

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.

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

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

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

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.

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!

(1) Death throes enclose the atmosphere of Deir Yassin valley; the smell of blood is rooted deeply; 66 years and it hasn’t faded away. A burnt body of a 17 year old boy found in the woods of Deir Yassin, detched brutally. before you know more details; Flash back place: Deir Yassin Time: the 9th… Continue reading Deir Yassin in disguise

a picture on a paper a scent hanging in the horizon countless memories feed me with energy; when you told me to love my land, Loubia when you told me about your brother, and how you saw me in his shoes, and wished that I would achieve what he didn’t had the chance to. To… Continue reading To the immortal