Fatima Al Matar فاطمة المطر

She placed me on the very top shelve of a book case three months ago. I sat there since, quiet and gently bending in beauty and grace, my...

There is sacredness to the mundane task of cleaning her home. She slides the rectangle mop smoothly on the laminate floors,   fit...

The night moved, heavy and drenched in sorrow morning rain settled on the dark road in puddles of black ink, shuddering with hazy...

They still live with someone long gone They water the memories lest they die They take on their hobbies and interests as their o...

Old feeling come back often, as difficult and as unmanageable as they have always been. One day I’m walking down the street, singing to ...

I’m getting ready for my first solo art exhibition and I am both excited and EXHAUSTED! There is so much to do, preparing the venue, ad...

I repeat it to myself in the night unconscious like a dark secret I tell it to the walls I say it to the angry hurried wind ever...