Alaa Al NajjarPoemsSyria

Please Don’t Come Closer

Alaa Al Najjar

Damascus, Syria

 

A white piece of paper
And a pen in my hand
And time moves on.

I don’t know how I should
Open the high-voltage box inside me,
On which long ago I put a note:
Please don’t come closer.

If I open the box,
I will lose my hold,
My prestige and my strength
And collapse out of weakness.

A white piece of paper
And a pen in my hand
And time moves on.

The noise in my head pulls me apart,
Leaves me split and lost.
I live in two worlds at once.
I think, read, write, understand, drink,
Eat, love, hate, am angry, in both worlds.
I have two personalities.
I am a single way to a single goal.

A white piece of paper
And a pen in my hand
And time moves on.

Perhaps I am afraid of encountering my weakness.
But I have long believed, and still believe
That the time is not yet ripe for my collapse.
Perhaps my collapse will be violent
And dazzling and destructive.
And I am afraid of destroying people around me.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps …

 

Alaa Al Najjar (26)

was born and grew up in Damascus, and was known in her family as Lulu (the pearl). At the start of the workshop she was sceptical about her talent for writing. But then beautiful »pearls« were found, hidden in her texts. At the moment she is on a training course at the broadcaster Hessischer Rundfunk, where she will surely cause a few surprises.