White blues

Here it’s, a three years anniversary Woke up this morning with sunflower in my mouth In a place where I don’t want to be in Here it’s three years in November Struggling with family Struggling with medicines, with purple life I remember when I was hospitalized In a mental institute, for the first time I

May: Spring’s blossom

Wednesday, May 3rd, I feel like I am really clear and honest with myself and this reflects on how I talk and pursue things, I was having a conversation with a friend I don’t know much about him, he told me something and he ask me after a long talk about his lover that didn’t

December: Feelings of oppression

It’s the end of the year and the weather is cold and bold, winter is charming and promising with fortunate end. Don’t try to reach me and I won’t try to reach you. It’s 2nd of December and we’re rolling around Riyadh streets, we went to jarir bookstore to buy a phone for my mom,

September: For a scattered soul

I’ve never spent September’s nights in hospital before, I sleep in room number 3 with 5 patients with me, every one of them has its own unique story. I’m crying again, I remembered how horribly I’m living, no one gives me a helping hand, reversely they’re trying to vanish every breath of me. My goal

August: It’s a gender war

It’s difficult for me to find an inspiration, at these moments I’m trying to find tranquility. Starting to write dairies and essays with English is not easy, and I must develop my literature storage. How much it’s totally hard to believe the amount of injustice and oppression are done in this world, crimes for no