You’re going to be mad. So mad. I left. I ran. Just like you I couldn’t handle it anymore and took off in a fanciful dream of freedom. I had to be with you. I could not be without you anymore. I ran from the comfort of my prison and sought my real destiny. Physical torture and immense hunger would be better than the mundane prison of…Read More
My dearest Ahmed,
I love you. I loved you since the first moment we shared bread. I love you now even though I feared you were dead. I will love you for as long as we breath under the same sky.
I want to walk the streets of Montmartre with you. Stroll aimlessly through boulevards of freedom and forget this hell we live in. I fear I would die of…Read More
Dear Ahmed (?),
I see you everywhere. In the kitchen cutting up mangos, in the market leafing through second hand books and in our bedroom rising early whilst I am still overcome with sleep. I see you everywhere. Yet you are not here.
You left me. I have never felt more alone. More isolated. More fragmented. You promised to build a great life…Read More
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