Lettres_Pour_Faust

The teacher had something urgent to do at the administration.  After asking the pupils to remain quietly in their seats, she left.  The 7-years-old devils waited silently until one of them checked that the teacher disappeared in the hall. They were free at last! The girls started chatting like housewives finally having the chance to meet over a tea party. Some of the boys chose to annoy the girls sitting next to them as others decided to throw paper balls at each other.  C and O who were tablemates turned to their friends who sat behind them.  C needed to have a girl talk with her friend, and O wanted to fool around with another boy like him. Girls and boys were allowed to talk to each other only if they were going to fight one another. That was the golden rule back in the primary school and particularly inside that second grade classroom.  No one on earth could dare rebel on that supreme law which was settled long time ago by God knows who. C had been a...

على روح الشهيد #خير_حمدان اكتبي شيئا عني، عنا جميعا.  نحن النجوم التي تضيئ عتمتكم على مسافة مليارات السنين.  اروي قصتي من وحي خيالك.  ليس مهم ان تعرفي اسمي،عمري، شكلي، او قصتي بتفاصيلها الجميلة و البشعة.  كل ما أريده منكِ هو إحساسك و عطفك بعد ان شاهدتي الحادثة. و اذكري... اذكري اني انسان فلسطيني. [ الحادثة المجرّدة: لقد رايتها في أفلام عديدة و لكن هاهي باتت حقيقية بلونيها الأبيض و الأسود .]  قتلوني لاني ثرت. ثرتُ على هواءهم. لم أعد قادر على التنفس.  صار الهواء ثقيلا مليئا برائحة الموت و الغدر .  قد ثقلت رئتايا باكسيجين غير طبيعي.  يعبق هواء البلد رائحة وطن اخر. ويكبر تاريخ غريب على أنقاض اجدادي و آبائي و اصحابي يوما بعد يوم!   اختنقت من جدار يرسم خريطة بلد اخر فوق بلدي فلسطين!  الى متى سأتحمل هذه الرائحة المقرفة؟!  متى أراني كريشة خفيفة تسبح في عطر هذا التراب و هذا البحر؟! ... ترابي و بحري... لقد شوهوا كل شيئ ، حتى الهواء سمموه! فأراني اهوي بحجارة على شباك سيارة البوليس. استفزازاتهم كعود كبريت أشعلت نيران هذه الروح المستعبدة. ...

Time runs especially when you are in your twenties. You start living in a haze without having a moment for yourself. This machine-like Society has already decided that the best years of your life should be stressful and hectic. It is the decade of plans and lifetime decisions with unmeasurable amounts of sacrifices.  "Twenties" is the threshold of adulthood (the portal of regrets and nostalgia).  What one really wants to be? What would be the ideal life for oneself? When it comes to me, it's pretty much simple.  All becomes clear when I shut the door of my bedroom.  I see myself acting in a tremendous stage. Huge applauses would resonate at the theater the moment the curtains would fall down. Later, a beautiful man would hand me a bouquet of seven red roses, and embrace me with his unconditional love. "Now, you're mine. Let's go home."- He would say in his husky voice.  Home! It would be a beautiful cozy cottage by the sea.  It's Su...

الغربة تقتلنا بإحياء الذكريات.  حقائب اصرينا على تركها في عربات الماضي، و لكن ها نحن نحملها مرغمين على أكتافنا الضعيفة. الهوية... ذكريات الوطن... ذكريات  وجوههم ذكريات و الصداقات الجديدة... ذكريات، أحيت بها أصدقاء تركناهم بعد أن صمتوا و أداروا بأظهرهم لنا. الذكرى كنشوة عابرة مع ألم دائم قد لازم الروح، روح تستفرغ من قواها مع كل يوم بعيد عن ذلك البحر... بحر تونس الجميل ذو العطر الخفيف و النسيم العليل. قد ابيض جسدي بياض الأشباح العالقة بين عالمين: عالم جديد أين هي و عالم أسمته الوطن ! الغربة ضياع ،فتحسر ،فآستسلام. و أمل السجين يولد ببزوغ أولى اشعة الشمس ، فلعله قريبا يتحقق! شيماء البيزاني  أوكرانيا    

( First, it's not a poem or an organized text.  Second, it's about three pictures which I got under their spell on Facebook. They kind of talked through me.  Third, I can't share the photos because they are not mine in the first place.)  Capture 1: Look at me … or don’t. No one would understand this void! “The eyes”, Chinese said,” are window to the soul.” But I have none to show. Trapped… Frozen in time and space, I am the pure incarnation of Death. They asked: “Smile to the cam.” Should I lie, and hide my true self to thee, for the sake of your untroubled minds? Even the lights of the Happy City can no longer affect me. Capture2: I am here and there. I am behind and in front of me. I go here and there. (I grin at such wizardry!) Between before and after, I stand. (Solid as an old statue not bothered by thee) I am the freak, who shall soon see, How trapped is he. Capture3: (Exorcism/ Wide opened eyes) Listen! Th...