Fatima Al Matar فاطمة المطر

Silence is not empty, it's full of answers.

28 Aug 2016

I have a past.

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‘I have a past’ , I said. It sounded strange, I felt awkward as soon as I uttered it, as if I was a fu gitive or someone with a juvenil...
23 Aug 2016

لا تضيع في الماضي

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ضِعْ في ثرثرة الغُرباء في مقهى مكتظ، في رنين الملاعق المصطدمة بالفناجين والأكواب، في ضجيج طفل يبكي قاصداً شدِّ انتباه أمهِ ضِعْ في ال...

Lose yourself

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Lose yourself in this; the loud chatter of strangers dining in this extravagant restaurant, the heavy cutlery clinking to china plates, ...
20 Aug 2016

A Minister of Happiness!

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Something I found very interesting when I came to the UAE is that this country has a Minister of Happiness! Yes! You read correctly, A Mini...
16 Aug 2016

How my mind talks to me:

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There are worse things you stupid bitch! There are worse things than the image of the only man you loved fucking your friend and sucki...
12 Aug 2016

A perfect soul without a hole in it

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I envy my ten year old her freedom, being unaware of the scrutiny of the male’s gaze, untethered by his expectation. Still able to be i...
10 Aug 2016

Tired feet

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I decided I needed a little self-pampering, it’s been so long since I had some “me time”. It felt wonderful sitting in that comfortable ...
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