Extracted from my 2005 & 2011 Arabic diary using AI. Original Arabic text below. Image by Pixabay
DAMASCUS –
B
In my country—
the land of hypocrites and fools—
we lie, we twist the truth by rules,
claim anything we choose.
Category: Poetry
Confessions of a Free Woman in a Captive Homeland
Context & Author’s Note
This poem is written in the voice of absurd confession—a juridical parody spoken by a powerless teenager accused of crimes that only states and intelligence services commit. It reflects the psychological climate of Syria before the uprising: a society treated as guilty in advance, confessing to crimes it did not commit, awaiting punishment already decided. The violence here is not a call—it is a forecast.
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Set Me Free — A Plea to a Damascene Woman
Adapted from my 2011 Arabic diary. Image by Khalid Garcia
Eastern Ghouta –
Rebel!
Shatter the locks, break down the walls —
and never fear the fall.
The Play of Children, The Fate of Lovers
Adapted from my 2009 diary, originally written as a letter in Arabic to the woman who deeply shaped my life journey. The text was revised and translated into English in December 2025. The original Arabic version is included below.
Eastern Ghouta –
There is no escape from leaving—
this love has thrown us down
into the deep, uncharted unknown.
From you, I’ve worn my hoping thin;
from your impossible love,
I am undone.
Gaza
Author’s Note
This text is an English adaptation by AI of a poem originally written in Arabic in December 2008, in response to the war on Gaza.
While the poem criticizes the State of Israel for actions widely regarded as violations of human rights and international law, its central condemnation is directed at neighboring Arab regimes—for their complicity, political opportunism, and repeated failure of the Palestinian people. The poem rejects the use of Palestine as a proxy or symbol for regional power games that have little to do with justice, liberation, or genuine solidarity.
All criticism in this text is aimed at states, systems, doctrines, and political conduct, never at peoples, religions, or identities.
Image by Ömer Faruk Yıldız
Eastern Ghouta —
The parting stretched, the nights grew long,
My thoughts in your eyes wandered on.
From where does patience come to meet?
I lost my question at your feet.
Roumani Line 