“What do I smell like? What perfume do I leave on his red soft jacket that is filled with sand in its right pocket?” — Hala Alzaghal Copy Share Image
“I expand, so that my shadows and silhouettes could, for once, hold my hand.” — Hala Alzaghal Copy Share Image
“If only memories, explicit ones, could be caught and held in a transparent jar like fireflies.” — Hala Alzaghal Copy Share Image
“On the rims of my existence, it would hover, the nude mist descending a staircase, and on my fingertips, it would purely dance.” — Hala Alzaghal Copy Share Image
“The next dawn is exactly the same chapter, same shoes, same weight, and only three wounded voices older.” — Hala Alzaghal Copy Share Image
“It is rather too easy to write about depression, but where can one find the words to describe happiness?” — Hala Alzaghal Copy Share Image
“What gave me the right to declare what is mine is mine when it could be anybody else’s. When it already is?” — Hala Alzaghal Copy Share Image
“Suicide is not the need, will and desire to leave oneself; it is not risking to stay.” — Hala Alzaghal Copy Share Image
