I should have died. Why haven’t you killed me? Am I destined to live longer? Are these few moments worth living? No. They aren’t. Meaning is far from me. What is it? What must be done? Nothing but death. Kill me. Have me sent somewhere other than here. I’m seated beside another figure. It faces …
I found a heap at the bottom of my door step, It was a girl speaking thickly in Fractured tongues. She was all jutting bones, And rubbery flesh, Clutching at pieces of home. She held her own world in her clammy palms: Of sweat, Of germs, And nails like napalms Carving crescent moons into rough …
There is a border somewhere in front of you. Or maybe behind you. Either way it’s in relation to the position you stand at any time, the position which determines which side of the border you’re on. You have never seen the border; you don’t know whether the border is visible or if it’s beyond …
Fear and anticipation grip my stomach as the invisible divide, which cut my worlds apart, draws closer. A chorus of voices in my head implore me to turn back, but I won’t listen. This is my last chance. Grey lifeless eyes follow me across the street, glimpses of shock erupting in small twitches of the …
Alia was living her normal and peaceful life in a city in Syria with her parents and her younger brother. Until, one bright night when they were all in bed and tried to fall asleep they suddenly heard a big band. Alia didn’t know what it was. But a couple of seconds after the bang, …
