Fatima Al Matar فاطمة المطر

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

31 May 2020

I Can't Breathe

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When I saw the video of George Floyd being murdered by a white cop, I felt physical pain, I couldn't breathe. I can't do anything...
25 May 2020

A Fullness. A Calm. A Complete Happiness.

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I went for a walk, enjoying the glorious sunshine, the warmth on my bare skin, the cool breeze in my hair, the tremendous sky, sparkling ...
21 May 2020

The Self-centered Bastard

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I let go of God, That angry, precarious, revenge thirsty, self-centered, bastard who hates women, gays, and denounces all religions ex...
16 May 2020

Dan

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We walked in the woods, talked and laughed about nothing, about everything. We sipped on our cool caramel coffee drinks from Dunkin, topp...
11 May 2020

Mother's Day

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I walk to Walmart to buy a cake. There’s a display of bouquets at the entrance; large assortments of pink flowers, wrapped in pink, whit...
29 Apr 2020

Because I can't fly

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I run because I can’t fly. I’m always finding a poor alternative for this one life, this one heart, this one mind, this one.. ...
9 Apr 2020

Rich Hot Taffy

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I’m my most triumphant in the morning, waking before the sun. The satisfying click of the leash on my dog’s collar. Our vigorous p...
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ِA bilingual poet, writer and artist.
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