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Her pan

The weekend has finally come. It’s been a long week. “I haven’t had a proper meal this week”, she thought to herself. Now when she think about it, her life has been a series of busy days, the second she opens her eyes, she rush into the day, full of hours and hours of sitting… Continue reading Her pan

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البحر

تقف امام البحر  تنتظر من يسلب قلبها  صامدة امام الامواج  واقفة، لا تحركها المياه يذهب ثوبها ضريبة هذه الحماقة تناديها امها “رقية! لا تكوني حمقاء” لا تأبه فهي حمقاء، لا تحتاج لمن يؤكد ذلك تتذكر يحيى، حين اتاها من البحر تعيد شريط ذلك اليوم ثوبه الابيض شعره الاسود المجعد عيناه، التي يميها خضراها الى زرقتها… Continue reading البحر

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Coming back

She enters the house, drenched in sweat. Summer has come too early. Not giving spring any chance to blossom. Only days counted on fingers. Beautiful, raining days. That’s our spring. She takes off her abaya and sheila. Her organic cotton shirt, she thought would be perfect for the light summer day, held against her back.… Continue reading Coming back