A narrative

A child of the sun, searching for a home

Dreaming of wings and freedom yet to be owned

Hoping for peace and justice in a world

Where the powerful is a live and the weak is daunted

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A rebel with weapons of words

A dreamer with limits of light

A fighter with the power of truth

A lover with the innocence of a child

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Fragile? sometimes, yet like a wolf from the outside.

Present, yet haunted by the past.

Smiles when her heart is torn a part

A lone, yet not lonely

And for her, life might be a journey

A journey which we have no power to start,

Yet it is in our hands when to stop.

 

Salma Taleb
سلمى طالب



Life, is a struggle

In life, sometimes we express ourselves verbally, sometimes we write to heal. However, sometimes we stop! We stop because words don’t matter anymore, because they are void if they are not proven with action.

Writing is a remedy that helps the writer to slowly heal. Sometimes there is no remedy; there is no cure. Sometimes we chose not to communicate, not to write and rather we silently walk away because the amount of the pain and the abuse we have been through make us speechless. Make us realize how weak words are and how strong we are to stand still and carry on.

The problem with pain is that we might move away and get busy, yet all the memories are still haunting us like an evil spirit making us sick.

The strength is in fighting this evil spirit and in keep looking for the light of hope to guide us in our journey. The real challenge is when we stop caring about the journey and quit believing in the hidden purpose of our existence.

 

Salma Taleb

سلمى طالب