Being lonely in a dark room in a dark house located in a dark city is enough reason for me to write tonight. The whole city is drowning in darkness. I have nothing specific in mind but this blank page at least lightens the room a bit.
Electricity is down in the whole city, the laptop battery will survive for the next 30 minutes, and I don’t know how more I and my city will survive.
Tonight I’m not writing to tell the world anything
Tonight and in many other nights I spent hours staring at my reflection in the mirror, nothing is really clear but the Panda spots around my eyes because the candle light isn’t perfect if you want to feel your beauty.. Anyway beauty doesn’t really matter.. I was staring at my eyes that I hardly recognize..
I used to stare at people’s eyes when I’m in the bus or walking in the street.. it’s strange how you can know a lot by staring at these eyes, these helpless eyes.. these colorless eyes.. I recognized at this dark night that I have the same eyes now.
At first some Arab said : we will Somalize Syria..
Then after two years , I’m here .. In the dark room of the dark house in the dark city staring at my black face and colorless pale eyes thinking.. I became like those people I used to look in their eyes.. and the word “Somalize“ is much worse than I thought..