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 inContinue reading
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 .Continue reading
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Al-Babtain Central Library for Arabic Poetry is the first library in the world specializing in Arabic poetry. [1] 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)
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.
I can’t stop drinking the coffee. I stop drinking the coffee, I stop doing the standing, and the walking, and the words-putting-into-sentences doing.”
There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. …
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