Fatima Al Matar فاطمة المطر

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

26 Dec 2017

عندما لا نستطيع التعبير عن ما يؤلمنا

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أتتناثر في روحك الكلمات؟ كالأوراق المتساقطة بعد أن هزّت الرياح أغصانها أيبعثرك اللّوم؟ أتتفتح حولك عباراتهم اللاسعة كالزهور الس...
22 Dec 2017

أنت الوحيد الذي يعرف

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قد تكون مشرداً، بالرغم أن لك بيتاً ووحيداً، وأنت محاطاً بالوجوه والأجساد قد تكون بلا وطن، رغمَ الأوراق والثبوتياّت قد تكون ...
19 Dec 2017

12 years ago

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Twelve years ago The most wonderful thing happened to me I searched and search for a perfect happiness, a happiness without a hol...
17 Dec 2017

Why did you go?

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He came to see me Asking for a recommendation letter My ex-student. My wonderful ex-student Tall, and perfectly built. Hi...
15 Dec 2017

A Year

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Not just a year Not just 365 sunrises 365 sunsets Not just four seasons Not just numerous fallen leaves But a distance ...
14 Dec 2017

He

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He rages wars He invades homes He kills in the name of God, honor and patriotism He makes guns He profits from violence H...
13 Dec 2017

The Day

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Is it finally over? The day. The tiresome day. With its noise, and its bustle, and its meaningless chatter. Is it finally ...
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