I was there. Standing on the side of the road watching the strangers that used to be friends and neighbours and even the family I used to call my own. Like an invisible ghost, like a soulless creature, like a thought that no longer exists; I stand there observing the monotony of what I could have been part of.
My name no longer whispered, my name no longer uttered, my name no longer remembered. Like the the ember turns into ash, like the raindrops dry out in the hot sun that follows the rain, like the morning dew disappears after the sun rises, I’m no longer here.
I’m between exiles, between the land of dreams and the land of nightmares.
I’m in the nothingness being nothing but a silent witness to the film that I was never part of. I watch without emotions, I listen without hearing the meaning of the words they took away from me on that cold January Baghdad morning. - A minute in exile #alondonminute dedicated to the hero of my exile, my father (in frame)
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