He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.

Kita mahu
yang lurus
yang lancar

Sedang Allah beri
yang berbelok
yang berkendala

Bukan apa
Jalan yang sebegitu
Penghujungnya lebih indah


Europe: iPhone or Samsung?
Africa: Water or bread?
Syria: Living or death?

Sometimes something catastrophic can occur in a split of second that changes a person’s life forever; other times one minor incident can lead to another and then another and another, eventually setting off just as big a change in a body’s life

Jeanette Walls, Half Broke Horses


In 1997, I was born in a whisper of a village in Port Sudan,
my mother’s prophecy fanning my face: she will be the one to save Sudan.

Daughter of this balad, born with the Asr prayer,
her blood is laced in the raging waters of Sudan.

When I was 13, I buried my heart in its sands
allowed its roots to wind around my blood vessels, Sudan,

you are a time-stamp in my memories.
I taste you in the empty cups of tea scattered on my balcony, Sudan.

You are the sandalwood wafting in the corridors of my eight story building,
I cannot remember the last time I cried out your name, Sudan.

I cannot say your name without sand cutting at my vocal chords. Dalia
still rings with your presence. I am a flower, whose petals blooms everywhere, even in Sudan.

Ghazal-Dalia A. (via theblackdalia)


The Light in Her Eyes (2011)

(Source: slumkitty)

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

Edith Wharton (via sophianism)

Dear Gaza,
I’m sorry

Dear Beirut,
I still love you like an arsonist

Dear Venice,
When that glassblower put his lips to
the glowing pipe
and I followed his breath into
an ornament
I understood grace

Dear New Orleans,
You gave me swelter and melody and
staircase after the longest winter of my life
You are where I forgave myself

Dear Boston,
I found the bird already dead
Crooked nest scattering
the pavement
and for days all I saw
was that constellation of bones

Dear Aya Nappa,
I cannot hear your name
without thinking war and ship
and two moons before coastline

Dear Tripoli,
It was whiplash
It was awful month
It was season of flinching
I won’t be coming back

Dear Rome,
When I think of my future self
She is walking your piazza
wearing something yellow

Dear Wichita,
I remember the summer songs on the radio
The car rides through the backbone
of your highways
I remember corn fields and pregnant sky
and always a thunderstorm

Dear Gaza,
I’m sorry

Dear Ramallah,
Thank you for the applause
Thank you for the seltzer water
the tableh player
the 3am tomato and bread
Thank you for the balcony

Dear Dubai,
I forgot a scarf
a silver ring
a tube of lipstick
and courage to make a mistake
I found the ring
The rest you may keep

Dear Aleppo,
Forgive me my litter
my uneaten rice
my abundance of light bulbs
Forgive me my bed soft and warm
even in January

Dear Baghdad,
Twenty six years and you still
make me cry

Dear Doha,
With you I am always dreaming of
starlit eels and honey water and swans
bathing in fluorescent sky
I miss those colors

Dear Istanbul,
Marry me

Dear Dallas,
I bought polished pebbles from
your mall kiosks
and pretended I was Aladdin
turning the soil over
and gasping

Dear Gaza,
I’m sorry

Dear Beirut,
You are cherry end of cigarette
You are pulse and tunnel
Freckles and siren
How can you fit so much?

Dear Norman, Oklahoma,
No one calls me Holly anymore
I blink slept woke wanting fairytale hair
for breakfast
loving boys with quarterback hands
and suburban smiles

Dear Las Vegas,
I’d rather not

Dear Brooklyn,
I came to you tumbled and spun
I came to you with 62 books
and the mistakes I’d gathered like splinters
You showed me where to sit

Dear Dublin,

Dear Damascus,
Nothing is as dangerous
as an unlit match
You taught us that

Dear Paris,
By beauty I meant that bridge
Those clouds and the legs my brother and I
dangled over the water

Dear Jerusalem,
Only you know what I am capable of

Dear London,
When I didn’t speak
it wasn’t because I was ungrateful
I was trying not to cry

Dear Gaza,
I’m sorry

Dear Manhattan,
I left a part of myself in that nightclub
like some paper crane with a beating heart
She is crumpled and sleeping
Do not wake her

Dear Bangkok,
I ate your fruit salted
Bare fingers peeling back skin
for shrines of gold and sugar

Dear Beirut,
I bruise as easily as you do
We are both anemic veins
and unbrushed hair and survivor’s

Dear Gaza,
When I come to you
it will be summer
Scorching sun and a music to the
You’ll ask me
‘what took so long’
and I’ll tell you where I’ve been

Dear Gaza by Hala Alyan [x] (via justanotherpalestinian)


Tiada di depan mata
Tapi bermain di belakang kepala
Ada dalam rongga di dada
Tapi jarang suara menyapa telinga

Itu aku dan mereka
Buat masa ini

Tangan-tangan kita menadah
Mengharap Tuhan yang sama
Rahmati mereka, aku pinta
Lindungi dia, pinta mereka

Itu aku dan mereka
Bertemu dalam doa