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DRISS TEMSAMANI
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11:15. Not sure if it’s Sunday or Friday. Not sure if it’s evening or day. I can only see the time and I don’t know how much of it I have left to send you an S.O.S.
It has been 2 days or maybe 30 since I last saw you. I am now 4 or 6 sizes smaller. Lost in this island of deception with nothing to feed my solitude. Nothing but I box of memories; 6 smiles, 4 hugs, 1000 of no and 1 special picture that kept me holding; Your innocent face when I first met you. S.O.S; I am sinking in a thought that has no bottom. It’s hard for me to see the light. Save me.
Life has lost all colors. Trees have migrated to a distant land and all birds have died flying. The oceans are dry and no matter how hard I have cried it’s not enough to keep the mermaids alive. S.O.S. I don’t have much time left. Throw me a don’t worry so that I can hold on. Send me a you will be ok so I can be patient. Shine an I love you so I can swim up to the surface.
How did I end up here? I remember the mirror loosing its reflection. I remember the screams of your looks and how loud was your silence. Worse of it all, I remember how honest were your lies. S.OS; How can I forget you if I don’t have you?
How can a story end while the hero is still alive? How can 12:00 pm strike if 11 is missing? How can the screen say arrived if the plane never landed? How can the note say I love you if I never felt? S.O.S. Let me believe that this never happened.
It’s dark now. I can hardly see the time. It feels like 2 but I don’t have you. A dolphin swam by my neck and it felt like your touch. The thought made me cry and I lived again. S.O.S. thank you for leaving something behind that saved me.
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'Let Gaza Live' Jan. 10 National March on Washington
