Fatima Al Matar فاطمة المطر

I don’t claim to know anything other than how night obediently tilts its head to morning and life in its endless week never tires of openin...

The wind often carries your voice enveloped in a dream sometimes the shadow of your arm reaches out with mine in a trivial gesture; when t...

Celibate, she lives in one country and calls another home, weighing the dearth of options; be, or not be with a man? Her female belongings...

Your little heart pounded inside me day and night I fed you all those thoughts pumped my sadness inside you my feelings spiralled into the ...

Autumn returns with its floating leaves descending like graceful dancers   a heart curls in the frosty corner of its hardened pupa   throw ...

There would be one photo you’d want to keep your dress: gorgeous, your hair: glossy the virgin sparkled and danced in your eyes; a wild bare...

I checked again if you have shared anything new with the world, or the 28 people who follow you on Twitter! Your last tweet was “tea and bis...