Cloudy Blue

This quarter is brimming with the restless, So we rest in trust and truth, As I profess to you my selfish mess. My solitary thoughts mist in my reach, I try to resist… Continue reading

In Memory of Khaltu Souad

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ Yesterday we lost a beautiful, strong, loving, devout and funny woman, my Aunt Souad. I was blessed to have experienced her hospitality during my visits to Jordan and Syria.… Continue reading

To See Life

What you want is in my blood, another kind. Weeping, I offer peace in my tears. Inflamed, vellicated and distressed by the winters breeze, I convulse and pulse to the darkness my imagination confronts.… Continue reading

In Memory of Harley

October 15, 2000 — October 19, 2015 I love you Harley. I hope you could sense in our good-bye that I will always love and miss you. You were so selfless and devoted to me,… Continue reading

To Vacillate In Despicability

A no good waste, You come with scrutiny at my haste, Telling me my humor is in distaste. You vacillate between what you seem and what you are And I can’t make you out of your two-faced,… Continue reading

Goodbye Damascus

As published on Riwayya: A Space of Collision, November 6, 2015 Ceremonial air is amidst momentary strands of lightning, All too sudden, it tends to resemble a sanctity at bound. It is as… Continue reading

A Fight to be Free

I was always taught To say Every good-bye, as though it was my last. That’s what I’ve been told. If I glance, it will give me a clue, or a hint. A long… Continue reading

First Day of the Syrian Revolution

On the eve of ex-Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak’s resignation on February 11, 2011, I found myself traveling by car from Amman, Jordan to Damascus, Syria – unknown to me that the Egyptian revolution… Continue reading

One morning, in Syria.

On March 21, 2010, I was on my way to the Damascus airport — packed up and ready to embark an obnoxiously long journey back to the United States. On the way to any airport in… Continue reading

“Sometimes a dress is more than a dress”

My mother was injured a year and a half ago, when visiting family in Jordan. She was walking down a flight of stairs at my Aunt’s residence, when she accidentally skipped a step. With her feet… Continue reading