Written by / Moath Al-Kabneh
( Al-Caesar )
Yes, they are thick rods that I cannot spread or even escape from. Damn, I have to sit quietly until time runs out or I finish.
There was no other solution for me to get out, and I did not know if I would get out.
This is tired and I feel that I am alone and there is no sound.
The internal war has begun and I have no choice but to win this war, otherwise I will go crazy because of my thoughts.
I am not accustomed to the annoying calm. Oh, what a painful headache. I can hardly stand it.
I feel in my head I start to see the light disappear and there is only more darkness existing.
What is happening?? I feel that I will end and the light will die. I never thought that one day I would end
be at the hands of the unit.
I started talking to myself. This is strange. Why am I talking to myself? are you crazy??
I didn’t think it was fun, but I understand how beautiful it is. The darkness is starting to look fun, but still
I was facing loneliness. I had no choice but to clone myself and find out who I was. He started yelling at me and asking me questions
What am I doing? I did not answer. I remained silent. I ended the silence when I answered him.
I am talking to you. You are my only friend. I do not want to be consumed by loneliness.
He looked at me smiling, but it soon turned into something strange that did not resemble myself. He looked at me to say,
“I am your loneliness and your soul. I am your killer.”
I closed my eyes and did not speak. I smiled at him
To tell him, if you are alone, then I am my own hell. He will barely realize that I am the worst thing he has ever met, and he will soon discover that this little child is his hell, which will swallow him up and burn him forever.
I lit myself up and I barely opened my eyes to find my father hugging me and saying to me who are you?? To tell him I am hell myself.
the end
المزيد
وجع الإبتسامة بقلم فاطمه هلال
كن صديقا لذاتك بقلم سها مراد
ما أثقل الأرواح حين تنكسر بقلم هاجر أحمد عبد المقتدر