Kill Him, Then Hug Him. Men Are

The Word Is A Bouncing Ball The Ruler Throws From His Balcony. The Word Has Been A Shot Of Morphine. Rulers Calm Their People With Speeches.

And The Writing Is Still : To You, With You, About You, Because Of You And For You.

O Sultan, My Master, If My Clothes Are Ripped And Torn It Is Because Your Dogs With Claws Are Allowed To Tear Me.

Don't Love Deeply, Till You Make Sure That The Other Part Loves You With The Same Depth, Because The Depth Of Your Love Today, Is The Depth Of Your Wound Tomorrow.

Love In The Arab World Is Like A Prisoner, And I Want To Set (it) Free. I Want To Free The Arab Soul, Sense And Body With My Poetry. The Relationships Between Men And Women In Our Society Are Not Healthy.