إمرأة عاملة مكتئبة

ليتكم ما علمتموني حروف الأبجدية ..
وكيف أجمعها ... فتصبح قضية !!

امرأة عاملة مكتئبة

Once more Bagdad..بغداد

بغداد

استئذنك..
سيدى الخليفة...
أن أبكى على قبرك..
دقيقة ...
سقط الوطن من قلوبهم..
وسقطت معه الحقيقة!!
فلتأذن لى سيدى الخليفة..
أن أبكى على قبرك..
دقيقة..

يمنى كامل

visual impressions

Yesterday, he collected his dreams, some fragmented dreams, and headed north, where he belongs. Old and cold was the road, but did he have choices? Deserting dark cities and ending up in others! Burying old pain and growing another!
Yesterday, he collected his dreams; some fragmented dreams, and headed north, where he belongs. Small eyes he recognized, funny and innocent like old times. But he! He looked cranky and old, belonging to nowhere! Sometimes he misses his past, but his past, does it miss him?
Once he wrote a note: he wanted to be buried up the hill. He would send the city his evening greeting and pay tribute to the home-comers. It was just another fragmented dream that would remain a dream.
Southampton
Yomna

Dark Cities III- Republished!

When you lose your words
And retreat to a dark corner
We should forgive you
You’re an urban person
Not used to space
Your eyes don’t belong here
And your heart holds no dreams
Do people of dark cities dream?
When you lose your words
Collect your past and present
And escape to possibilities
Don’t follow your ancestors’ footsteps
They were trapped in falsehoods
And died young and dreamless
History might not narrate their tales
Yet, you ought to keep their features
When you lose your words
And retreat to a dark corner


YMK
Dubai
Jan. 2006

a visual note- from Dubai

Photo by: Yomna Kamel

communication

“Of all affairs, communication is the most wonderful.. When communication occurs, all natural events are subject to reconsideration, whether it be public discourse or that preliminary discourse termed thinking. Events turn into objects, things with a meaning. They may be referred to when they do not exist, and thus be operative among things distant in space and time, through vicarious presence in a new medium.”
(John Dewey- Experience and Nature, 1958)

Empty bottles

How it feels to live in a city that corrupts residents and visitors. It is the culture of empty bottles !!

Schizophrenic!

In the dark city, everyone has the right to be schizophrenic, pretend he is someone else and escape from an ugly reality!!
yomna

hearts .. and ..minds..

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