A poetic verse: "Come closer, for among us are those whose names we bear."

Rajaa Al-Ghanmi – How long does the logical progression of our alienation take? From the ends of the earth to its ends, we are crowded with an excessive proliferation of manifestations; we might be a bloody twilight at sunset, or a gentle lamb grazing with the flock, or a bee wandering among the flowers of the acacia. If we dance for a moment with the wind, or if a daisy falls due to climate change, night brings us back as memory, from the ends of the earth to its ends, without appointment or question. Silence descends upon the essence of speech, and the sound of confusion is heard in corridors filled with chaos. The utmost within us is our names. Pockets are turned inside out; for there is a basin of possession that excels at arranging hours and seconds. Around us, if we look back at what has passed, from the farthest reaches of the earth to its utmost ends, there are creatures that the land has not yet digested, with an instinctive time difference, an excess born of overcrowding... (*) An Iraqi poetess