In the Corners of Longing- translated from arabic language

By Dr. Jihane el-Feghali 

See how butterflies drift away in silence when they find no flower in the garden to play with its colors.

And how the breezes sigh when the trees ignore them, searching, in vain, for a branch to cradle them…

See how a melody falls mute when the words abandon it—lost between presence and absence, 

between being and nothingness.

 Childhood glimmers alone in the world of grown-ups

mocked by cunning fingers, watched by eyes that whisper farewell.

Look at the birds, how they changed their path when orchards no longer danced to the rhythm of their songs.

There, in the corners of longing, a small dream scatters despite the pain of separation—racing with time, playing with its shadow, and dozing off in its embrace…

It redraws old meetings—will they ever return?

There, in the corners of longing, a face still lingers on the horizon,

a beating heart bleeding in silence,

words dwelling in untold tales—seeking the echo of a breeze, a voice to return to them the sigh of memory.

And a rose, whose fragrance is the whisper of a wish.

And a star…