Letters, Poetry

Yateem

Yateem(Arabic) : Orphan(English) ‘Umi, It’s been fifteen days you went out looking for Abbu, I count nights with your needle on my fingertips, my blood oozes out in red. ‘Umi, I am still staring into your eyes, trying to read the words in your silent war. I woke up in the middle of my sleep.… Read More Yateem

Letters, Poetry

Le dernier

The last time you were home, the six walls felt like shelter in the midst of a hurricane; we sipped cold coffee toppling with ice cream, took out our paint brushes and instead of the blue galaxy we dreamt of painting in a cloth big enough to hide us from the wars outside, you drew… Read More Le dernier