Fatima Al Matar فاطمة المطر

First they pierce your ears burden your soft lobe with heavy jewels that hang wrap chains around your neck fit a band around your finger th...

You went back to your pen so quickly You didn’t shove the books off your desk in anger You didn’t lose sleep Or bang your fist on your blan...

How is your beautiful heart? I think of you on this dull grey morning as I winter my coffee with sugar and cream. I think of you on this c...

A blind moth trembles inside the lamp shade above my head, its paper wings flap violently, desperate for an exit, trapped in the illusion ...

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...