Adapted from my May 18, 2006 Arabic diary below. It was primarily written in Arabic verse, for Haya. I revised the English version using AI on October 6, 2024.
DAMASCUS –
On Baghdad Street we stood that day,
the rain weighed heavy on my coat.
I watched you with my whole being,
waiting—begging—for a note,
a mercy in the way you’d turn,
a softening I hoped to earn.
Roumani Line 