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Reply by Meshael AlBlehed

November 8, 2013 by

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“If you’re looking for love, you can look for that door.”   In most cases, doors will lead to nowhere. This is a call to arms. Arms being desensitization, weariness, being jaded. A call to stomp when asked to tread lightly. Having the disturbed disturbing. A call to check your romanticism at the door.   […]

Reply by 7ala Abdullah

November 8, 2013 by

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To everyone who has ever asked me to “man up” please, take another fucking look at me. I am all woman, all double-x, all lower-your-voice, all cover-yourself, all flash-a-smile, be delicate, all survival, survival, all surviving, all fight. In my conditioned silence all I had been fighting for years is my own instinct. Every feeling […]

Reply by Nora Abdullah

November 8, 2013 by

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You sweat and you shiver so fast for most people to realize. A pen frightens you.   You let it slip.   I grew up with you attached to me. You have been burned and cut. You have written words I would never let myself utter.   I haven’t been careful with you.   You […]

Reply by Raghad Rijraji

November 8, 2013 by

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I’m all right, but I get anxiety attacks thinking everyone could see through the cracks. Even the kids, especially the kids.   I’m all right, but I’ve nursed the idea of a bright future until I was only able to see two feet in front of me.   I’m all right, but I know too […]

Reply by Mimi Sultan

November 8, 2013 by

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1- I read your letters last night.   2- I learned the hard way, that life can never be ours to give. Nor should it be ours to take.   3- We shared morning coffees, they woke our minds, but numbed our souls.   4- I’ve always been the pot, you the kettle. We grow […]

Reply by Daliah

November 8, 2013 by

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This is a series of independent replies; from a self-confessed manic with an inconsistent thought pattern, and a wide range of emotions. Who thinks that everything that comes out of her mouth is golden, despite the fact that her built-in supply of weed has reached full capacity. Yes. I’m talking about myself in third person. […]

Reply by Rania Ghazal

November 8, 2013 by

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How my boyfriend replied to me when I told him I didn’t feel beautiful:   The spaces between your fingers weep for being empty of you. The stretch marks that you hide under fabric are part of who you are and you will learn to peel your clothes off like a beautiful blooming flower. The […]