I'd rather be poor to my bones than be rich with your money, that is like a trigger, ready to be pulled in my face.
Nema Al-ArabyA deeper thought on the surface is exactly the paradox we need.
Nema Al-ArabyDon't let yourself be amazed by the imagination of a writer and his words, writers are almost all the time in a love-hate relationship with words.
Nema Al-ArabyTags: imagination words writers relationships
I'm an alien in my own world, a writer without words, a musician without a piano, a magician without a wand. I am fooled by infinite words that rush in my blood, yet imprisoned by the very thoughts of silence. I'm a gray green fallow leaf on trees and abandoned on the streets, a never-ending spring season and an eternal autumn. I'm the golden of the sun and the silver of the moon, the fog of dawn and the amber of dusk. I'm the white and the red flag , the obedient and the rebel. I am the coward in the brave, and the child in the man. I am, but a writer.
Nema Al-ArabyTags: suffering writer contradictions
It's ridiculous to think that taking out words will heal hearts,
because a palm-sized box is just not enough for the anger of this world.
Please don't question the insane glares
Just give me today,
And tomorrow,
Tomorrow
we will matter.
Tags: insanity
Hear the heartbeats of a nation
silenced together on the impatient
winds of change,
And deafen your ears to the words of
one. Melodized by emancipation..
Then open your eyes,
open your eyes for me:
Darling, freedom to you is
a freedom to none.
Tags: freedom emancipation nation
Ever, could I or could I not count the shadows of our being?
Nema Al-ArabyAnd the cobwebs of time
would surrender,
dormant, so that the rainbows
of new eras can emerge
Despite the hollowness
of you.
Tags: time winter cobwebs holowness
Ever, could I or could I not count the shadows of your being?
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