by Rima Syria is weary,
Oh so weary. Till when will the war last?
Till when the killing? When will we stop
What we are doing: The wandering, the separation,
The sadness and the pain …?! When does it end?
Enough is enough! Foreigners we have become,
For our Diaspora there is no home. Travelling behind the borders of time,
Bored by waiting, We are held back by time.
I’m tired, tired of everything, I do not know what is happening to me!!
I am pained by how ‘normal’ I am
by Hamza O. I am so close to you yet I still miss you…
I dream of the past…
your laughter rings in my ears…
I wish I had recorded your words to be my soul’s music…
I’d listen to it every time I miss you….
I’d smile at your beautiful lies…
I’d smile to fancy promises you promised me….
I’d smile at my own foolishness….
And I am still smiling as I write about your false promises. What madness is this? Am I in love or am I love’s slave?
This I do not know. I’ll just drin
by Sara O! Friend with love and loyalty … tell Damascus my heart misses her… That I cry … till springs burst eternal … Her love cannot be expressed … but my loving heart breathes her passion … Never be sad because I emigrated … your soil of jasmine … On the day of leaving I was aching … hoping that you will forgive this boy … Who left behind his doll and home in the wish of … being back on the Thursday after he disappeared … He will come back to light the firewood … that prot