i spent two hours in the library today. every single section reminded me of people i know. books brought flashbacks and images of dear ones i am longing to see. friends i thought i lost, people i barely talk to anymore. libraries feel like home.
i sat on the carpet near the poetry stand and read Mahmoud Darwish. Nazih loved Mahmoud Darwish.
it's almost midnight, i'm listening to Dido's Mary's in India and remembering this dear friend of mine. we shared bus rides together, two hours of Mary's in India every other week. he introduced me to Mahmoud Darwish, shared the love he had for his words with me and called me a saint.
"Pray for us habib