Literature & Poetry Corner

Memorial Auction Author's name: Amer Al-Amri Without knowing, without asking, and without realizing, it happens that we collide with the most painful truths. After that, we are no longer us, nor is the alphabet the alphabet, nor is the letter Y the last letter....

Seven Nights in London Author's name: Hala Al-Ali And surrounded by thorns and rocks and plunged me into complete darkness. Then I fainted from my wound and fear, and I do not know how long I remained in that faint, but I am certain...

I'm tired of loving you Author's name: Mona Al-Dosari Your mirage made me miserable! Every time I try to connect my hands with yours, the fog fades, and I wake up to the bells of my bitter reality. I used to brag about you,...

Narcissus's dreams Author's name: Walaa Musa There are opportunities that we can turn into a winning card, which is to turn nothing into luck that keeps the mouths behind you amazed! In fact, dreams have no ceiling, and no end. Nothing seems like a...

You play my parts Author's name: Bushra Al-Harbi Silence filled my body, empty of feeling and filled with what I don’t know since eternity. It all ended on a holiday when you appeared and began.. with your playing. These people.. all in a sleep....

space Author's name: Jalal Al-Sharif Do not beg for anyone's feelings, because the fate of beggars is that they only get crumbs and surplus.

The groan of the dying Author's name: Mona Al-Jarallah I will push myself to my balcony and scream to the man who eavesdrops on it every evening, and turn up the radio and violate the honor of my rituals and rub the letters to...

If only it would pump blood Author's name: Ibrahim Khader On another day, under another sunrise, in another city built from the rubble of other cities, perhaps I will stop you on one of the wet streets there, and we will stand under a...

I was good Sharif Mishari Al-Abdeli

Sparrow's talk Author's name: Muhammad Al-Zayla'i From the bird's talk... • And leave me in silence.. For the more you speak.. The more I long for you increases • The contradictory: He who shows you the beauty of the stars, while the flowers are...

A kiss and other things Author's name: Tariq Al-Hindas I am here because I am afraid of there! I am afraid that I will have no place in your future. I am afraid that I will be yesterday’s story and a phase that has...

Heart palpitations Author's name: Rana Sultan God alone is the one who can relieve your worries and trouble your heart. Trust in God only and thank Him because He made you believe in Him. Praise be to God first, last and forever.

I am satisfied Author's name: Al-Waleed Hisham Showers of oblivion... My sky still rains oblivion... So that I can forget you, but I am like a raindrop... That falls on a leaf... Then goes down

Las Vegas Author's name: Youssef Al-Jadaani I wish I had more words to say, more time to think, and more of you to love.

Diary of a Scared Man Author's name: Badr Al-Asiri A Novel: Memoirs of a Scared Man Loyal friends have run out of my pockets, and I no longer have a teacher I trust who doesn’t make me just a shield to protect him from...

Girl's Hymns Author's name: Rehan Al-Qurashi and Hoda Al-Zaidi Do not disappear and let me see you in the faces of those who run after others and blame them, but they are not you.

When does your voice come out? Author's name: Badour Al-Lahem Mom, losing your voice made me grow older than I am. Losing your voice made me dream about it. Losing your voice made me write. Losing your voice made me wait.

arrogance of a woman Author's name: Wajdan Salem On my head is a feather, under my feet are eggshells, and I was born with a golden spoon. If you hit the ground with your heads

I am stingy with love and longing Author's name: Asmaa Saud My father, oh you who yearn for my love and longing, is it possible for the eye to take you to a world that no one can see? To a place where there...

Priest of the Diaspora Author's name: Mishaal Fayeh The wet coat is like a heart exhausted by the unexpected migration, its night is the darkness of the road. Raindrops are like strangers in his eyes, the intruder in their eyes.