we no speak no english.

he's a man.

blind willow, sleeping woman

"Blind willows have a lot of pollen, and tiny flies covered with the stuff crawl inside her ear and put the woman to sleep." She took a napkin and drew a picture of the blind willow. The blind willow turned out to be a tree the size of an azalea. The tree was in bloom, the flowers surrounded by dark green leaves like a bunch of lizard tails gathered in a bunch. The blind willow did not resemble a willow at all.

Haruki Murakami's BLIND WILLOW, SLEEPING WOMAN

*2010

99 reasons why

#98: Because i wanna end every sentence with a full stop.

in a group of people. a mentally stable thought starts to marble in my head. i open my mouth, it comes out a bit hesitant. it goes in them ears, it settles in. it gets raped, mutated, tortured and disfigured, they open their mouthes and respond to something i don't remember saying.

i stare back and smile.

run.

_____conservatively erect.

Two months ago, I married the prayer crier, or whatever that is called (Sorry honey) We first met at Virgin Megastore, it was bad taste at first purchase.

I always go there just to look around, and end up buying something(s) I bought two Pink Martini albums, Sympatique and Splendor in the Grass.

He did too.

He teaches Islamics at the boys elementary school. Islamics? I always walk on him humming something. It's a familiar tone, but he won't say what it was.

We recently moved to the mosque house. The main gate is turquoise, the whole place is radiating white. It's cute for a house. Two cute bedrooms. Two cute bathrooms. A cute living room. And a distastefully cute kitchen. Just cute.

I hated the purity of the place. So I hanged a huge Marilyn Monroe poster on the wall. It gave me a sense of sanity. The poster turned out later to be Madonna's, I didn't care.

We lived on Kiri's cheese sandwiches and fruits. There still a whole bunch of dairy products we haven't tried yet.

I always feel uncomfortable walking in the backyard. Feels like I'm wandering a public property, not my own house.

Someone 'll peek,

someone 'll just walk through the main door.

People seem to think that since he's a man of god he has an answer to everything. He is an idiot, we're idiots, two happy idiots.

Celebrating earth hour, our house shut down the power. We had to switch everything off, my phone included.

It's amazing how hard it's to do nothing.

2:40 pm

5:31 pm

9:13 pm

It was night.

I was swinging in the swing, while he desperately tried to lit some candles, humming that tone.

Just beautiful.

Next morning, we woke up in the middle of nowhere.

There it was, our mosque house, the mosque, and nothing else. No clinic, no park, no schools, no anything.

Everything and everyone was gone.

We didn't even notice we had no fingers, just spatula-like hands. Our bodies were layers of fabric, sewed carefully. We both came in pink.

I squeezed my chest and there was nothing, I had no spine, no lungs, no organs. Our faces were oval shaped with two buttoned eyes. We no longer were humans.

But I'll admit it, my hair looked better.

It appears, we had a dream. We were humans, once.

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It was a beautiful dream.

كل يوم نفس الشي ....ننام و نوعا ننام و نوعا.....

....ما كليت حد للحين

بس أحس اني زومبي