• Turning Tides

    Turning Tides

    Emotions…  They keep drowning me drowning me  deeper  deeper into the deepest  abyss of uncertainty They keep suffocating me  suffocating me slowly  slowly  in my…

  • Relax Your Mind:180 Seconds of Restless Thoughts

    Relax Your Mind:180 Seconds of Restless Thoughts

    “Inhale, lift your arms up. Exhale, drop your hands to the floor. Inhale, right leg back. Drop the knee. Hold.” When I hear her say…

  • هذا الكُره ليس كرهي

    هذا الكُره ليس كرهي

    الأنظمة والحكومات لا تمنحنا حرية التعبير، بل هي تسمح لنا  به على اعتباره حق من حقوق الإنسان التي أقرتها الدساتير وصانتها القوانين. فنقول: أستطيع أن…

  • The Light She Carried: A Journey of Becoming at 70

    The Light She Carried: A Journey of Becoming at 70

    Where society sees potential as the privilege of youth, my 70-year-old mother stands as a gentle rebellion, in a spot where she’s been challenging limits…

  • don’t sweat it, it’s nothing 

    don’t sweat it, it’s nothing 

    Sunstroke,   in the middle of my broken neck,  soul starving as she travels   to the home we never had  punch me in the vocal cords, …

  • The Blind Knight

    The Blind Knight

    They say a tree that never bends will break  And I would have, my love, If you hadn’t been the gentle wind nudging me in…

  • Adnan, Unredacted: Local Man Finds Sock, Feels Nothing

    Adnan, Unredacted: Local Man Finds Sock, Feels Nothing

    “Breaking news!!! I just lost a sock.”  My mind kept repeating as I searched the whole house – under the bed, behind the washing machine.…

  • The Cycle  

    The Cycle  

    What is death but a blooming rose Red like the blood that froze In time In me Can’t you see We never vanish, But just…

  • A Small Collection on Loss

    A Small Collection on Loss

    Wishes ResignedAugust 15, 2020, on losing a family member in the port explosion Where is the doctor to Eternal Sunshine me Sneak into my home…

  • Anatomy of the Earth-Born

    Anatomy of the Earth-Born

    Hair like rivers flowing, dark silk that won’t lie flat, rebellion against scorching fire. Skin the shade of sun-baked clay, the color of deserts with…