Words wa kaza 

Ahlam 

Waking up from dreams after years of nostalgia. Forgetting. Fragments of memories of teta wrapping grape leaves. Home. 

Saeed

Happy, smiling from ear to ear. Chin dimples. I take his tea cup to the kitchen. He’s in love. 

Watan

Like lemon trees. Burning lemon trees in the backyard. “Are those our children”, amti would ask. 

Balad 
Like ants. The people. Carts of fresh strawberries. Are they really picked that big? One bite in, sweet. I’ll take a kilo. 

Waqt

Are you still not married. Tell us whats wrong. I would have told you about this guy but he’s looking for someone younger. Aging now hurts. 

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