I Won an Oscar again Last night.I believe I had just finished cleaning the bathroom, and I badly needed to wear the mottled long dress I haven’t had the chance to sew yet.I needed to appear in front of the hundreds of people who have filled the vast room.The scene repeats itself every night, the […]
Mademoiselle Julia – Chapter Three Read More »
A Lot of Things oftentimes happen from My window.I Look At The Sky. Oftentimes, it looks back at me.”You are Welcome To stay”, one of us says to the other.We Both change In A Blaze Of Light.Nevertheless, Oftentimes, one of Us whispers to the other:”Change as you may. You are always welcome to stay”.For you
خالتي هناء وحياتها غير التقليدية: سلسلة للفتيات الثائرات. “وجدتها!” هتفتُ فجأةً بلا سبب، فيما كنتُ أشاهدُ التلفزيون يوم سبتٍ عاديٍّ مليءٍ بالبرامجِ التلفزيونيّةِ العاديّة… ووعودٍ فارغةٍ كالنجومِ (أو ربما الغيوم) بإنهاء الفروض المدرسيّة التي لا تُشبه، على فكرة، الأشجارَ الضخمةَ التي تسكنُ مُخيلتي، نهارًا، وأنامُ على أغصانها الملوّنةِ مساءً. نظرتِ الماما مُباشرةً في عينيَّ وكأنها
خالتي هناء – فتاة لا تنتمي Read More »
Dear Anyone,They were burned alive.The video showing their slow death and deafening screams are circulating all over the country.War is beguiling for those who have yet to understand life.It is only real for those who have tasted heartbreak.We will all live a different story until all of this ends.And we are told that it will
letters to No – One: Number 7 Read More »
My name is Mademoiselle Julia.I assassinate people for money.More or less.I take care of my ageing father.He thinks he is an emperor.I am a show girl.More or less.I long for an ordinary life.I must find a way to escape.Take my ageing father with me.Stop the blood that sheds continuously and mercilessly.And with no regret.I am
Mademoiselle Julia – Chapter two Read More »
I Do not remember why I started writing. And I never considered myself a reporter although I worked exclusively for Annahar newspaper for 30 years before resigning in July 2023.At 21, I was too afraid to pursue a career in acting. A lifelong dream. And at the time, my destiny. Or so I believed.I was
I Could be a writer if only I didn’t want to be so many other things… Read More »
I have sent my naked pictures to a man who means nothing to me. Maybe he means something to me. I told him, “Tonight, you will treat me like a whore”.I roam the empty Streets of Beirut, And I try to hold myself together.Around me, everybody is falling apart.I have failed my life.There is a
Mademoiselle Julia – Chapter one Read More »
It is a fine evening. Fine enough for discoveries. And new friendships. And a sandwich decorated with a rose. Or is it a flower. So many roses. So many flowers. Delicious tea. An espresso and chocolate dressed as a red rose. Or is it a flower? It is certainly a fine evening. This is not
Roses or maybe flowers…a coffee shop…and a gorgeous Dog Read More »
Dear Anyone,My father visited me two nights ago in my dreams.He stood beside me in all his glory and his dignity.His head slightly tilted upwards.His thick mustache.His larger than life nose.And this heartbreaking half smile he used to hide the garden of disappointments he wove around himself, for heaven knows what reason.He held my hand
Letters to No – One: Number 6 Read More »
Dear Anyone, I slept at seven P.M. last night. Things were relatively calm, and I felt hope, and a glimpse of safety. Almost normalcy.”Illusions. All my life was adorned by illusions”, my father would say in his final days.And then suddenly hell broke loose again.Very weak vocabulary, I must admit, but it is appropriate for
Letters to No – One : Number 5 Read More »
“This subject may have dozens of possibilities. I begin drawing first, at varying speeds- sometimes with immediate force, and at other times with slow deliberation”.Check out full article in the section:EXHIBITIONS.
Mansour El Haber’s Possibilities… Read More »
EN 
AR