Fatima Al Matar فاطمة المطر

It was a cold winter morning I taught her to hold the edges of her cuffs with her tiny fingers while I screwed another woolly jumper on t...

The Heart and the Subsidiary When the heart has grown weaker and frailer with age or when communication becomes more difficult our hearts h...

Every once in a while the moon shows her featured face in its vast loneliness and its unspoken pasts how many ages did she relentlessly ri...

He invites her to coffee all of his senses speak except his lips all of his senses touch except his hands under his chin his coffee simmers...

Why does grass submit? rain falls, it absorbs sun induces, it grows wind blows, it kneels under a layer of snow, it sits cold and oppressed...

In this unforgiving mirror I sometimes find my mother’s scornful face and recall our years of war, her spiteful contempt to my resemblance ...

When they handed you to me I couldn’t reach out and hold you, I froze. A tiny bag of red skin with a bruised head from when they vacuume...