A new pulse
بقلم: Wided Lahbib

Alnashraaldawlia –

I’m here, right here, near nowhere. looking at my self in the MIRROR How wavy it is… strange… terrifying this naked flesh, stand before me! The awful silence where I hear my own screams.

I’ve always been so concerned about what had happened. I wore my exhausted body like a dying baby who should face wars, perform miracles. Didn’t have time to stop or think. The wind blew me and my sails lost their enthusiasm. So as not to be the girl of chance, I’ve lived the wind and I’ve known how to dance in the rain of storms.