Story on Canvas

The reflection gazed back at the relentless sea To capture the specter of the escapee Inside the hollowness of the spirit The word has become silent From all the madness set free In lieu of each brittle branch of an old tree Sever the blossoming leaves one by one Stare toward the cloudless sky and … Continue reading Story on Canvas


  I usually do not speak of myself personally or reveal much of myself, because I am a very private person. Then I thought this is not about me, but someone very special in my life; my grandmother Umra or Ghamra which means “Moon” in Arabic. Although we never met she is still near and … Continue reading IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY GRANDMOTHER UMRA