Amna Muhammad Abu Safat

With ravenous eyesI devoured what others thought I was nourishing.This is how I overindulged,with glances thatare never returned.A few days ago the little one cried.She lifted her head to the sky,tears fell from her eyes,a sob filled her throat.In silence I watched,ignoring ...

The serenity I knowresides in my bones.I learned this through the most submissive actions.In the hand that greets,the foot that stands,and the shoulder that carries.Tell it like a storyor an anecdoteor a tragedy,it doesn’t matter.The story maker never becomes a strangerand ...