Arab Woman Talking

I cannot tell if it is guilt, or the bitter acceptance of my nature that weighs me down this morning. I cannot tell if it is truly my nature, or if I am simply an addict, seeking nourishment in all the wrong places- at all the wrong times. A binge eater .. I fast, famine and feast - devour the fruit before it is ripe - I am left with indigestion. "If only you had waited." Reprimand myself, I fast then بفطر على بصله , coated with chocolate to trick my imagination into thinking it sweet. "But onions are good for you, so what if they smell." Today I wish I were catholic, so I could go to a priest and confess. He would subscribe a few Hail Marys to me and I would be forgiven ... If only I were a believer, I would repent. But is it sin to want - to taste - to eat? And if one does not taste, how would one know ... is the apple mushy or is it firm.... is it even an apple? An apple a day keeps the doctor away, or so they say - but today's apples are packed with hormon...

She gives up her voice to see her lover But he does not hear her ... She turns into sea foam زبد البحر The little mermaid Between the realms, underneath She dives into the unconscious Swimming in the abundant vibrance Of water The wind stirs her waves And inside her a fire stirs The shore comes She opens up Her flesh fields of grape, fig, and palm I take a taste... L:- 21/1/2010 Salty.

Man has always aimed to the sky KItes Planes Rockets And we dig into the ground with a shovel But rock stops us midway or less than mid way We stop sometimes we find a spring or well If we're cursed, we find oil Into the sky What flies is an extension of me There's a thread between us Translucent but sturdy like that of a web The spider crawls from beneath the carpet I squash it -just kidding, it's alive. Ode to the internet So what if it's a window into secrets A spying eye into the files of any self So what.... The way it makes me spy with my little eye something that begins with -You name it, and there it is. Life in 3D ... and the fourth? Five people and two dogs Cirque du soleil on the PC screen, on TV is National Geographic -Abu Dhabi edition On one, a women in red hanging from the sky The other, Omani men dancing with swords Repeat Life goes in a loop But we don't have to We can skip, from one hill to the next in a green car L;-

The wind doth deceive me and your voice I hear in the tree shrubs Possessed am I with your eyes They pierce my womb and into earth's core I fall to your embrace عشقٌ وجنون Smile to me For you I set my eyes on fire With the lashes of your eyes Hide me in the wallpaper So I can stay near you Unseen

Come Slowly Like the sun setting in the Indian Ocean Linger... In every shade of pleasure.

Unzip you reality Dissolve Melt Die And wake up to Life

Artemis was born from the union of the nature deity Leto and Zeus, the chief god of the Romans and the husband of Hera. It is said that Leto delivered Artemis without any labor pains. But after she came out, her mother started having birth pangs that lasted for days. In her womb was Apollo, Artemis' twin, waiting to emerge. Immediately after she was born, Artemis helped her mother deliver her brother. A midwife by nature. Later, she was known to come to women in labor to ease their pain, although at times she did that by ending their lives. At three years old, Artemis asked Zeus at Mt Olympus to grant her some gifts. A bow and arrow to hunt with, hunting dogs, and a short tunic instead of a restrictive long dress. She asked for the mountains and forests to be her playground and to be accompanied by beautiful nymphs. Like the moon, she wanted to bring light into the world, and she wanted to remain chaste, a virgin, uncontrolled by men, un-swerved by their love. Zeus said yes, and so...