زمن

يبقى بيني و بين ما أتنفسه من هواء الحرية بضعة أنفس تحاربُ المجهول.

أقفُ اليوم عرياء أمام مرآة الحقيقة البحرينية لأجد نفسي خلف قضبان التغيير في زنزانة حقيرة مجهولة المعالم. 

بعد سفك الدماء و إعادة تأسيس المنافي للجميع من قبل العائلة الحاكمة في البحرين، استدرك البعض أن الوقت قد حان لبذل السبل و السعي 

يتلاشى الماضي فقط عندما نستوعب المستقبل. لا يمكن للمرء أن يقف دون أرض يستند عليها و لا يمكن للبحرين أن تتغير إلا عندما نتقبل اختلافاتنا  لا خلافاتنا فهي الارضية التي يجب أن نبني عليها لتتلاشى.

I'm Home

Trees are so fascinating; they speak the loudest conversations silently. Not a word uttered and yet it remains that all they say brings forth a path of beauty, adventure and wholeness. I miss that part of me; the secretive paths of sheer purity, my ability to touch something around me and my heat-felt smile.

It's been haunting me lately. I never in my life felt I belonged anywhere nor do I now. It simply is that I feel home just being near this one person in my life. I cannot seem to let go of this fear of yet again pushing someone I care about more than anything in the world away. Just recently, I lost two very important people in my life who I have embraced as family and accepted to lean on when in need; something I'd never do in my previous life. The painful fact is that I do not know what it is that I am which led them to want to hate and hurt me so much.

I have nothing to offer but myself and yet again it seems to those I care about the most that it does not really matter. I cannot help anyone nor feel that this comfort I have is right. Things will change soon, I know, and probably not to the best. But, I will try to wrap my head around the idea that things don't last longer than they should and move on. It's inevitable.

Teargassed

I feel suffocated with emotions almost all the time; between wanting to be and failing, being thrown away and abandoned all the time, and missing parts of my morality. I used to be complete despite of lacking many things I thought to be essential to my existence to be fulfilled. But now, I am simply suffocated. Thousands of miles away from Bahrain and I am still teargassed to suffocation. I can't breath hope any more. It seems as if I am stuck in this maze of dark twisted alleys searching for an escape.

Tear-gassed thousand of miles away form my beloved country where no longer I may find a home. Between the awes of  a sinking ship called "family" and the past of my current existence.

I wish to return to earth one day as a tree trunk; simple, strong and silent. I like to think of myself in those terms today but in reality, I am far away from that. I am nothing but a silent wall of murders left alone for decades to rot in disbelief, hopelessness and chaos. A floating object struggling to make it to the other side of the river in search of a new beginning.