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Here by Dona

February 7, 2014 by

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Your voice is double times amplified. Distance is blurred.   I thought I needed to dream to experience this feeling again, knowing it was robbed from me before, I can’t help but find this surreal.   “Is this really Here?”, I asked myself, and I tried all the techniques I taught myself to tell a […]

Here by 7ala Abdullah

February 7, 2014 by

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I have drawn maps for you, dear. Every mountain and valley painted out; every swamp, lake, and desert pinpointed. I’ve made calculations, sketched with accuracy; back bent for days on end. Right here is where I began to love you: throughout this river that ran through the whole of me and back again. I loved […]

Here by Meshael Al Blehed

February 7, 2014 by

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Here’s to leaving words till the very end. To never really gauging our reactions to what’s happening. To evolution giving me up to stasis. To the winter that will some day justify the idleness. To the drowning; to the disassociation that makes the water colder and the surface farther. To wrapping yourself with enough double […]

Here by Nora Abdullah

February 7, 2014 by

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Take me back when I did not feel estranged from my skin and bones.   I am too young to feel dragged by my throat when I stutter under my breath.   Forgive me for my adolescent mind, I do not think I have grown up yet.   I hide because I do not want […]

Here by Mimi

February 7, 2014 by

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I wanted to be poetic so I said your body was a canvas that I couldn’t stop painting.   In truth, your body is a masterpiece sent from God that I promised I would always cherish wholly.   There are butterflies residing in every organ inside me. That’s what you do.   Don’t be so […]

Here by Raghad Rijraji

February 7, 2014 by

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Planes we’re not supposed to look out of; moments we can’t safe-land upon. This is what I have narrowed down my thoughts to: Acceptance. Arriving to here took countless hours of learning how to sneak around peripherals.                                     […]

Here by Daliah

February 7, 2014 by

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Air in my lungs feels more like an inconvenience. I feel devoid of anything that resembles human. I am that sheet of paper you crumbled in your fist then spread out wide open; 666 folds.   I keep repeating deep breath as mantra because, you know how they say someone has the world on their […]