Autumn is a beautiful month

By Hafiza Ibrahim Outside our small safe place |I hear wind whisper Thick grey Clouds hug the sun And rub its soft aurora Trees cry out their leaves which descend Like a reed shaken by the wind Trickles of rain mist the windowpane… Wind blows golden leaves And spins them and spreads them inside my

A letter to Faris Odeh

By Hafiza Ibrahim Oh Faris! I feel sad, though so proud! To learn you are a martyr early in age. Being lifeless with no more, Is extremely shocking, wordless and so bold!! Manhood grew early in your heart, A teen boy under suppression, Who stood for his rights and called: “No”! For repression … Oh