There are many poems and thoughts and feelings
I understand how a word others use every day can become something whispered in the dark to soothe a wound that just won’t heal. I remember thinking I would never hear it spoken without unravelling a little, wondering if I would ever get to say it in the light. So I recognise the gift in this simple pronouncement, the promise of a beginning in this one word.
Remembering him saying that before, our first time, I nodded and whispered, “Yes.”
He kissed me again. “Then stay with me.
Each time I saw you, I felt like . . . I felt like I knew you a little bit better. I never talked to you but seeing you always smiling or laughing . . . or being peaceful . . .” He shook his head, and my heart spasmed. “There’s something about that . . . it drew me in, Calla. Fuck. I fell for you before you even knew my name.
Al-Babtain Central Library for Arabic Poetry is the first library in the world specializing in Arabic poetry.  And thanks to the establishment of this library to its owner, the poet Abdul Aziz Al-Babtain, out of a desire to enrich and preserve Arab poetry
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly? (Frida kohlo)