Hadi Atallah

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Sailing through the Arabian Sea with a tad little patience and deep passion for writing. My mollusc mystique and my quill raging. My pen is my compass. Be welcome!

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  • It Came To The Priest

    I should have sold 

    my feelings alone 

    and passed on 

    the devil. 

    Perhaps I can still 

    sell them and 

    buy peace for 

    a full moon 

    and a revolution.

    …the priest then looked at his aged patient.

  • Remaining Whole Within Karma

    In the firelight

    Her lips and her eyes

    Were alive

    With her fear

    She let one man

    Step out of the

    Regular thought

    And pattern

    “…I know.” he said. “I have heard our Father tell of it.”

  • The Creeping of Breeze Through

    From under the short skirt, 

    we see a line. 

    An idea glowing there. 

    From now on we will 

    have new clothes.

    …She could her the wind calling to her.

  • There Is a Way

    Life either kills you 

    and takes away your 

    rifle or gives you the 

    only the chance in the world. 

    …And then he was gone.

  • He Will Not Cry

    Forgiveness is a keg full 

    with fine quality wine; notice 

    how the eyes bow to its 

    wonderful aroma.

    …You must see that he does not cry.