I dip in and out of writing. Something is simmering beneath the surface. Three women, memories of three lives, each carrying some elements of me inside her. I connect to them, get lost in their lives, I confuse them, then try to separate them back and mould them into three independent characters. I try toContinue reading “scribbles from a notebook”
Monthly Archives: February 2017
Mama, you will always be home
I watch her eyes as she watches the news. I watch the fear almost spilling out. Behind the glass windows – A horror movie. A helpless ninety year old woman – Beaten in her bed. Wheelchairs parked in the middle of the night – In the corridor. Slumping wrinkled bodies sleeping – In the wheelchairsContinue reading “Mama, you will always be home”
monologue on the wall
being a writer means that I’m either writing, thinking about writing and about my characters’s lives, constantly weaving alternative narrative lines in my head. But it also means that I live two parallel lives – the one real life, and then a second life, which is lived through words, within the folds of notebooks. There, whenContinue reading “monologue on the wall”
a workshop in storytelling
Yesterday was the first time in my life I participate in a workshop with a performing artist and storyteller. Being a writer is a form of storytelling, but being a performing storyteller is different. On some levels, these two forms are the same, but on other levels they are different. They are the same inContinue reading “a workshop in storytelling”
Hayat | in her voice | a woman’s monologue
just a fragment from my current work-in-progress. raw and unedited. Hayat | in her voice | a woman’s monologue I will tell her everything tonight. Not because I need to justify my choices or defend them in any way, not because she deserves to know the truth, and not because I feel any need toContinue reading “Hayat | in her voice | a woman’s monologue”
Writing in the Margins 