1

They inscribed their lives on clay
and moved away
I hear the echo pulse by pulse

2

Some memories we chase
like goats away from flowers,
yet we wake one day
to the wilted ruins

3

Let’s meet in the word forgotten
from the dictionary, and breathe
its air like the smell of the “klecha”
my mother baked for the Eid holiday

4

In my country, I was a stranger.
In exile, I am strange

5

The spider built its net
in a statue’s open palm.
For the spider, the palm is home,
not a metaphor of home

6

Imprisoned in the magical lamp
for years that exceeded even the jinni’s ability
to count; he cannot wish himself out.
His brief freedoms only come
when others wish for a bit of luck

7

When Human cries,
Dog thinks the world is ending.
When Human smiles,
two stars from the world’s end
glitter in Dog’s eyes.
When Human makes war
or any other ridiculous thing,
Dog begs to curl up together on the rug

8

She calls aloud for the absentees
in her country’s air,
calling day and night
until they cling in her voice

9

If you don’t carry the sun
within, then why does light
spill from you everywhere?

10

Deep inside the beach,
moss grows around a rock,
a soft embrace.
When the water washes it away,
it trembles like the gestures
we make waving from balconies
for our loved ones
in pandemic times

11

We remember the days from the words
of our beloved people

12

They kept drawing circles on the ground
as if their alphabet is a feeling with no end

13

Sometimes I scribble images
because I don’t have the words

14

I ask the moon: Which is more worthy of love
your light or darkness?
Moon answers: A worthy love accepts both faces

15

On the chess board,
a pawn crawls to the last square
to survive

16

Earth, too, needs a space

17

I time-traveled to you
for a question

18

Through closed eyes,
she saw their stolen bodies,
their scattered feathers,
and their flutes

19

Sad silence is translated into all languages

20

The first moment of war:
a slippery fish from the river

21

The cage owner reminds the sparrow:
life outside is inferno.
One day the sparrow flies away
and there in the heights,
overlooking the ruins of the world,
the sparrow discovers the cage owner was right.
It sings about the ruins,
a beautiful song with no walls

22

Does the clock know
that its little ticks
make eternity?

23

With one click,
I can download your smile
and everything will be good

24

Let love be
the new world order