By: Ahmed Al-Sheikh
I feel a strong urge to write,
not because there is anything worth writing about,
but because my memory is crowded with things searching for a way out,
and a voice that never stops whispering, like a demon sent to tempt me,
like an alarm that never stops ringing, and thoughts that know no end.
It is not logical for a heart as small as the eye of a needle
to carry such a weight of sorrow without revealing it to anyone,
as if I were trying to collect water in my palm,
hoping to find a way to keep it from spilling.
I try to find words to express all this,
but they slip away from me, disappearing suddenly without warning,
as if they enjoy seeing me in pain.
Nevertheless, I will not give up.
I will write everything down.
I will talk about the joy that eludes me,
and the pain that dwells deep within me.
I will write until I am exhausted,
and even if I use up all my energy,
I will write until I find the peace I have been searching for so long.
I will not raise the flag of surrender.
I will write… everything that comes to mind,
until we meet.
I await your reply, Jamoon,
hoping that you will find something in my words that touches your heart and soul.
