Mama, my heart only escaped

Sad to bring this upon you You, my loved one You, my sunshine when I needed the light You’re the water nature of myself You’re the earth when I needed to feel comfort Mama, Hated the country But never the home I wanted freedom but Never to escape I’m stayin’ I’m leavin’ I’ll be hereContinue reading “Mama, my heart only escaped”

White blues

Here it’s, a three years anniversary Woke up this morning with sunflower in my mouth In a place where I don’t want to be in Here it’s three years in November Struggling with family Struggling with medicines, with purple life I remember when I was hospitalized In a mental institute, for the first time IContinue reading “White blues”

December: The grey chapter

Today, I communicate with many people living outside Saudi Arabia, I heard many stories and I’m ready to tell mine! Dr. Taleb Al Abdulmuhsen is one of them, he’s in Germany, a psychiatrist, ex-Muslim and above all anti Saudi government. I asked him that I’m seeking asylum in Sweden, he send me his website (wearesaudis.net)Continue reading “December: The grey chapter”

November: Crimson sun

It’s November, the weather is still hot but it will surely get cold on the end of the month. I can’t wait to start studying again. Everything was pure on a day before sunsets, and I’m trying to restore that solid moments of happiness. The leaves are fallen and prepare it self to a newContinue reading “November: Crimson sun”

October: The reality you imposed on me

Thursday, 5th of October, the journey began, I have finally established a physical identity for me, I will receive my ID card after a week. Then, I will open a bank account and finally find a job, I need more than 4000 s. r. per month. I couldn’t imagine things will work for me easilyContinue reading “October: The reality you imposed on me”

August: Before the beginning

Thursday, 17th of August, I have always seen myself as a kid with big hopes and secrets, and I couldn’t handle the worn beliefs nor the rotten beating heart of a human being. In my early years of consciousness I loved my experiences in reading philosophy, I remember reading for the first time to SchopenhauerContinue reading “August: Before the beginning”

July: Notes from the past

Monday, tenth of July, It’s difficult to find the right words to describe Killing Joke’s history or musical impressions. I’ve always been fascinated about Jaz Coleman’s reflections on different subjects. For those who didn’t know him, he’s the leading singer and lyricist of this ancient post-punk band. Jaz Coleman is also a theologian, author ofContinue reading “July: Notes from the past”

June: Warm rivers 

Thursday, eighth of June, its Ramadan and I’m living my sweet moments, the weather is hot and dry in Riyadh but I love the feelings of summer. I’m still reading Rumi’s poetry and I hope I will finish it by June. I celebrated the anniversary of writing my own journals on June one and IContinue reading “June: Warm rivers “