I slowly grind
Those questions that await no answer,
I tenderly shake
Those taboos embedded in my thought,
My eyelashes embrace
Those truest of friends;
I grant them the oils of my heart,
My mind opens to
Those truest of enemies;
I show them my pencil’s spears,
Those moderate friends,
And those moderate enemies,
I throw in the garbage bin
Written by : Faiha Abdulhadi
Translated by: Tamer Abughazaleh