<html aria-label="message body"><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=us-ascii"></head><body style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><div dir="auto" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space; font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">My Library</span><br><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">My books remain on the shelves as I left them last year,</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">but all the words have died.</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I search for my favorite book,</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Out of Place.</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I find it lying lonely in a drawer,</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">next to the photo album and my old Nokia phone.</span><br><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The pen inside the book is still intact,</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">but some ink drops have leaked.</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Some words breathe its ink,</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">the pen like a ventilator</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">for a dozen patients:</span><br><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Home, Jerusalem, the sea, Haifa,</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">the rock, the oranges, the sand,</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">the pigeon, Cairo, my mother,</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Beirut, books, the rock, the sea, the sea.</span><br><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Mosab Abu Toha</span></div></body></html>