Month: April 2017


She yearned for his hand
In her hand just walking
In the morning breeze
Or sunset stroll talking…
He went with them
To turn a chapter
To make a change
Quarrel with their captor

كلماتٌ حائرة

ماذا أقول لك يا سيدتي فقد عجزت كل أبجدية
وقفنا جنباً لجنبٍ على طرفِ وادي التَيم العذيّة
تحلق عيناي المغمضتين معكِ إلى مخيلةٍ ثرية
نمشي معاً يدً بيدٍ على شطئان الأحلامٍ الوردية

A Tale of a Legal Immigrant

The elusive debate about handling illegal immigration has plagued many US presidents in modern history and will likely continue to remain an issue for decades to come. Analysts talk about amnesty while the other side wants to send immigrants back to their countries. It strikes me that this is even a debate. To me, illegal

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A Flashback

After spending few minutes suffering from the few who decided to protect planet earth by saving on the use of shower and deodorant, I was standing between two flights of stairs separating two of the colorful rooms at Powell’s Book. There were some shelves displaying some of the best sellers. I was browsing George Carlin’s book “Last Words”, when

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Late Autumn

The trees were long fed up with their color and the last leaf was falling to the ground. She was also fed up with her loneliness. But what she was afraid of happened exactly. She left alone, and in the way she always feared. Even worse, the people who came late to help were the

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Life As a Commodity

I question why some Nephrologists offer dialysis to patients who will not survive more than few weeks, why some Oncologists propose chemotherapy to patients with terminal cancer, why some Orthopedic Surgeons perform a hip replacement surgery and then discharge the patient on hospice care