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
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)
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. …