Anxious Thoughts

Over the mountain, my doves breatheSmuggling jasmine roses to the cityThe smell of spring, mixed with enmityIn a vase, I stash my rosesnestled between my sheetsEvery petal – aligns a memory in meWhen the…

From there, I once believed bullets could pierce the clouds, shatter the skyVinegar chips meld with a zaatar mankoushe, biting Wednesdays and chocolate croissantsPunctuated weeps,”Mama, can we get ka’ak tonight?”Behind the wheel, Baba immerses…

insert my name, and I activate. A misunderstood poem, i’m only a song A tune you liberate in your studio; i’m nothing without your name just a corrupted audio. Words reform in your notebook,…

Crippling conversations, words stagnant and rancid on the tongue Examen every corner of the cafe, occasionally outlining your features the strand of hair poking out of your head, defying attempts to tame it, taunts…

She drapes her boughs around my fragile frame as she kneads my hair. Her fingers mimic a rhythmic pulse, unmatched by any other element of nature. She tells me I have my mother’s hair,…

Drip, drip, a rhythmic tale the house whispers in anxiety’s defense a story untold, a narrative within its walls Voices barge through A subtle prompt, a dual-edged sword both plaguing and soothing, tension unfolds…

It requires an immense amount of courage to adapt to the trivialities of life, to find strength in the mundane. How do you do it? How do you navigate through the complexities of existence…

the silence stretches between us pushing our bodies to shore, we exchange bland words bitterness lingering on our tongues and, our hands haven’t encountered yet a magnetic force both pulls and repels drawing us…

his lips are addicted to the taste of nicotine and coffee, a penchant for bitterness he embraces – the tendrils of smoke every 27 minutes [and yes, I’ve counted each fleeting minute] his gaze…

through the window’s pane a fleeting glimpse of life’s snare curiosity’s flame yearns venturing realms is it a spirit craving an elusive taste escaping the confines of solitude or is it comfort, of the…

Freedom, a wild dance of liberty the untamed rhythm of boundless possibilities a zephyr of self— the essence Freedom, a majestic albatross Unfettered— by earthly constraints, Effortlessly, boundless firmament aspirations take wing a captive’s…

Hazel’s strands burble down her spine, seizing the Jordan River Stacked with bare feet, toddling her back, she’s an orphan river Wide hips and slender waist, curves emulating the streets of Ghaza Grandmother, can…

In the tapestry of life, some dance in the spotlight, their names etched in golden letters upon the hearts of others. The chosen ones are the recipients of love’s tender caress, and they bask…

“Hello, you’ve reached Lama. I’m currently unavailable to answer your call. Please leave a message, and I’ll return your call at my earliest convenience. Thank you.” “Hi, it’s your sister. I have some sad…

Trembling fingers hover, poised above the expanse Weathered and chapped, edges frayed and worn, – In a resonant harmony with the ticking clock, the letters rise As my fingers grow nimble, setting them free,…

Every night, I have an unyielding ache- a homesickness – for the boy who finds solace on the moon, distant and faint. One fateful night, he sailed across the velvet sky, guiding me away…

the silence between us stretches, a vast expanse that widens our separation we exchange bland words, leaving a bitterness on our tongues and, our hands have yet to meet, yearning for a touch unknown…

I apologize, mama, for peering through the tapestry of your wrinkles I apologize, baba, for concealing you beneath woven rugs I apologize, khaye, for contorting your limbs to mirror my own Forgive me, asdiqa,…