Fatima Al Matar فاطمة المطر

I drink bitter coffee, I don't mind - no sugar and my tasteless black coffee doesn't seem to mind. Not all things are meant to...

A quiet fills her A quiet like the eeriness that fills the fair the morning after a festive night Everything grim and silent...

Whilst gardening, strong winds break a young flower's stem; its blossom hangs down in resignation She supports it with its own l...

I know what is easy Solitude it easy Anger is easy Bitterness is easy Losing faith is easy Letting go is easy ...

Take it the way you did when you lost your way home; the first time you drove in the dark. Take it the way you did when you lost your gr...

She takes her child to the play ground leans on the rusty broken gate the lonesome mother watches happy families – complete ...

She's had so many in the past, but she loves this one. The one she found by coincidence The one she found when she was looking f...