I have discovered a land where the very essence of you forms the earth beneath my feet. Every step I take is a caress of your being, grounding me in the warmth of your presence. The sky above is a vast expanse of your soul, stretching endlessly, embracing me with its boundless love and understanding. And the sun, radiant and golden, reflects your face, casting its light upon me, filling me with the warmth of your affection. In this wondrous land, I yearn to immerse myself in the rich soil of your body, to feel the pulse of your spirit … Continue reading Earth is made of your body, the sky is made of your soul …

In this limited existence of mine, I find myself woven from threads both ancient and enduring. Water flows through my veins, carrying the essence of life and memory, bridging the gaps of distance that separate me from my origins. Dreams fuel my spirit, lifting me above the confines of reality and guiding me toward visions of a world where pain and tears dissolve into hope and joy. My mother’s tears are the waters that baptized my soul, each drop a testament to the strength and sacrifice of the one who bore me. My father’s pain is etched into my bones, … Continue reading I am made of water, distance, dreams, mother’s tears, father’s pain, broken tongue, forced language, colonized eyes, bastardized religions…

We often bear the weight of others’ expectations and needs, stretching ourselves thin in the pursuit of their happiness. But there is a fundamental truth we must embrace: our wholeness should not come at the cost of our own disintegration. To love and support others is noble, yet it should not demand our own undoing. The strength to uplift those around us comes from a place of self-respect and self-care. We must preserve our own integrity, nurturing our own souls, so that we can truly and sustainably give to others. It’s a delicate balance, knowing when to offer support and … Continue reading You should not have to rip yourself into pieces to keep others whole…

Find someone whose heart beats in rhythm with yours, someone who will tremble at the thought of your touch. Seek out a soul whose very essence is a symphony of emotions, whose fingers are like a poet’s pen, crafting verses of tenderness and passion upon your skin. In their touch, you will find a language of love, a silent poetry that speaks volumes. Each caress will be a verse, each embrace a stanza, weaving a tale of longing, desire, and connection. Their touch will be a canvas, painting a masterpiece of intimacy and understanding. Find someone who understands the power … Continue reading Find someone that makes you feel like a poem …

At the end, when the final curtain falls and the last chapter is written, what words will linger in the corridors of your mind? Will it be the echoes of a whispered “I love you,” or the melody of a song that danced through the chambers of your heart? When you close your eyes for the very last time, what will you see? Will it be a forest bidding its last farewell, or a sunset casting its golden glow over the endless expanse of the ocean? Perhaps it will be a kaleidoscope of memories, each fragment a window to the … Continue reading At the end …

They told me to pour my heart into everything I do, so I poured and poured and poured. I gave of myself, my passion, my soul, until I was emptied of all but echoes of my former self. Now they ask me why I’m so empty, and I say I want a little sugar, kindness in my bowl. I gave my all, my love, my fervor, until I was a vessel drained of its essence. I poured my heart into the world, into the dreams, the hopes, the endeavors, until I was left hollow, yearning for the sweetness of compassion, … Continue reading Let me fill my bowl with the sweetness …

Those who dismiss the unemployed and dependent as ‘parasites’ fail to comprehend the intricate dynamics of economics and parasitism. They fail to recognize that a successful parasite is one that operates unnoticed by its host, one that can manipulate its host into working for it without appearing burdensome. In a capitalist society, the ruling class embodies this concept, subtly extracting wealth and labor from the masses while avoiding the label of being a burden. Neoliberalism, with its emphasis on deregulation, privatization, and free market capitalism, can be likened to a new form of fascism. It perpetuates a system where the … Continue reading Neoliberalism as a new fascism

She is a year ago. She is the ache in the empty, the first time you changed your mind, and the last time you were sorry about it. She is a city sleeping beside you, warm and vast and familiar, streetlights yawning and stretching, and you have never. You have never. You have never loved someone like this. She is your first stomach ache, your first panic attack, and your favorite cold shower. A mountain is moving somewhere inside of you, and her handprints are all over it. Here. Here. Here, you love her. In the fractured morning, full of … Continue reading She

Beneath my skin lies a treasure trove of stories, a tapestry woven with the threads of my existence. I am the coursing rivers of blood, the resilient flesh, and the sturdy bones that carry me through life’s journey. I am the weight of regret, the haunting whispers of “what ifs,” and the unwavering beacon of hope that guides me forward. I am the silver-tongued poet, weaving words into melodies that dance upon the air, and I am the heart of gold, brimming with compassion and empathy. I am the delicate paper, bearing the imprints of my experiences, the flowing water … Continue reading Beneath my skin …

We cannot expect Syrians to forgive Assad for his crimes against them. However, Syrians cannot expect us to ignore the looming specter of Israel exploiting this situation, especially in the midst of this genocide and as the people of Lebanon and Palestine fight for their very survival. The reality is that the resistance is now blockaded, with supply lines from Iraq through Syria already severed. Champagne bottles are popping in Tel Aviv as Netanyahu edges closer to realizing his vision of a “New Middle East.” More than ever, Palestine and Lebanon stand alone. In the shadow of conflict, the cries … Continue reading The Fall of Assad