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
One reason I haven’t posted anything about May is that I barely remember what I have did. I’ve noticed that if I didn’t write down what I have done, I will forget. All I’ll remember is -blank-. Its such a bizarre thing. The only thing I keep track of are the movies I’ve watched and… Continue reading Looking back -May
Sometimes, I notice, all I do, everyday is reading. Immersing myself in the act of self forgetting. As if, I’m trying to forget the life I have. Being ungrateful, when all I do is trying to be. I try to change, to not read, but then,moments later, I find myself holding a book again.
I’m asked why do i read books about war, about suffering. It’s because I’m trying to learn how to live, to live in such conditions.No matter how much we try to ignore the facts, the world has become a huge war zone.Im learning to live in such world.
During April, I read six books, plus one which I have read only half, then decided to drop. During the month, I lived so many lives. Once I was in a small village in China during the late 90’s, then in the early 1912’s in Japan, then in the US, living with teenagers who don’t… Continue reading Looking back- April
She bought a couch. The main object for her reading corner. she shares a room with her two sisters. Its quite vast. She has taken the left corner. A perfect spot between two, floor to ceiling windows. A perfect place to read.The couch was not only to read. It appears to be comfortable for afternoon… Continue reading The couch
If I can only tie the night with a string To hold it tight From passing away Keeping those beautiful nights Sleepless Under the night sky devouring books upon books Avoiding the day that’s coming next Listening to the night creatures Singing their songs of love Sometimes, sleepless souls Wandering around, chattering O night, how… Continue reading Sleepless night