I started writing this so many times in my head on paper and on my phone, words never fall in the right order, it doesn’t make sense to me that my dad is not here so it’s fitting that my words can’t make sense of it either. In our culture and our family we canمتابعةمتابعة قراءة “About losing my dad 1.0”
أرشيف الوسم:prose
Surrounded by light, engulfed in darkness
Conceived on full moon night, born on an eclipse Submerged in darkness for nine months, finally I am meeting the light My lungs full of air, my eyes filled with horror The air leaves my nose, it smells a familiar scent The voice, and scent of the home that grow me whole, appears with itمتابعةمتابعة قراءة “Surrounded by light, engulfed in darkness”
ميدونا || MEDONAA 