Publisher's Synopsis
As an Arab, growing up in Western society, I did not know how to communicate my sensitive emotions in a culture that has no time for complaints, problems or sadness. Where so many people see a psychiatrist but not their friends. Poetry became my second voice. I have two voices. Before I knew it, I manifested my frustrations into a river of words. Although these words are the closest thing to my truth, I had to force myself to come to the awareness that nobody will truly know what you mean. Some will even hate you for trying to help them understand something, or understand you. In my life, there are two truths, both able to understand me - the paper and the pen. From this frustrated poetry, two main topics prevail; my experiences with women who entered and left my life, and the heart breaking crisis of my country - Syria.
