Women's estrangement
By Hanadi Al-Qadoumi. Asleep on my pillow, sad, how long I have wished for someone to share with me even the two moments of my painful sleep... moments that robbed me of my beautiful feelings. I admitted to myself that I am truly alone, living with it in a deadly solitude in the corners of a nook of my old house. Thus the days willed it and fate wrote for me solitude and then solitude... For a long time I have not felt a warmth that would make me forget my bitter estrangement or […]

