الوجه الآخر للكاتبة زكية محمد

They ask me over and over, why are you always so excited? Don't you ever have a hard time? Do you not stop whining? Am I supposed to show alarm? Is it not enough misery and gloom? The earth smells of grief, you struggle and struggle, you don't know how to console whom or embrace whom? She is tired of the funerals of her occupants one by one, unable to find for a moment; She offered her condolences to all, her ankles were dyed black, wishing for a gap of light to illuminate her darkness, waiting for the day when someone would come and rid her of the robe of hardship, and replace it with a garment dyed in the colors of joyful bliss. happiness . Sadness is a malignant cancer that spreads all over the body, eroding its walls until they turn into crumbs, eating the green and dry on its way, uprooting the roots of pleasure and throwing them away, transforming its fresh gardens into empty palm trees, its paths become a barren desert without life, darkness prevails and envelops with its enormous wings Declaring his dominion over the region, misery and loneliness spread like a frenzied pestilence that leaves no space but its settlement. Despite the desolation that is rising inside me, I paint a broad smile that I take as a robe to hide my pain, I fight bravely in the battlefield, struggle with my sorrows that almost crushed me, I struggle not to fall off my other face that radiates joy and happiness, so that my true face that is overwhelmed by disfigurement appears. Disgusts others.