Fatima Al Matar فاطمة المطر

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

31 Dec 2019

From the Virus's point of view

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I mean it’s not like I enjoy making people sick. It’s just who I am. It’s just what I do. It’s not my fault [emoji of boy walking away w...

To Survive

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Sometimes I almost grasp it, consumed in my art; the rare moments when I’m writing and enjoying it, or when I’m completely absorbed in a p...
19 Dec 2019

Happy Birthday

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It was a day like today, fourteen years ago I gave birth to you. The white that blanketed the roads and commons, made me squint my eyes,...
5 Dec 2019

In My Head

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I fumble for the light switch. Then I remember that when it is dark in here, it is dark. The four-billion-year-old sun does not...
8 Nov 2019

Do we really know anyone at all?

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I was reading a novel, Mostly Dead Things, by Kristen Arnett. In the final chapter of the book, the protagonist Jessa is having a ...
21 Oct 2019

عامليني كطفل

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قبل بضعة أيام كتبت طبيبة عربية في "تويتر" أنه من الخطأ قيام الأم بتجاهل طفلها الذي يبكي كثيراً، فالطفل لا يبكي إلاّ لسبب، إما مبلو...
4 Oct 2019

عقل الذكر العربي المريض

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شجعتُ ابنتي على أخذ مادة اللغة العربية الموجودة في مدرستها كمادة اختيارية، كي تستمر في ممارسة لغتها وأن لا تنساها. جاءت من المدرسة أم...
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