“Read My Wounds”

By Ahmad Al-Khatat   I don't deserve to live in this world mainly, because my dreams are hidden  from me as my bare feet are chained Maybe my time should have ended as  every night, my eyes begin to cry, she disappeared from my cigarette smoke and was harder to drink just water My hopes … Continue reading “Read My Wounds”

“What Shall I Do, My Dear?”

By Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein   Once the Sky told me to paint your eyes with his limitless/infinite shades, The Ocean overheard, He said, how can it be? how can it be? When He has boundless blues. Tell me dear, whom shall I please? When I was wondering, in what new name shall I call … Continue reading “What Shall I Do, My Dear?”