I’m twenty-three years of disappointment and joy And I know only one thing; that it’s hard to kill me. If the world narrows me to its spaciousness, the spaciousness of my heart is wider; So, I pull myself together. I fell a thousand, got up a thousand and one. They said that pain opens a separation between the self and the other self, but I found a passage through it between the self and the other self. I was always grateful for everything around me. My soul was clean, so everyone loved it, quiet; stitching my wounds stitch by stitch, smiling, and my tenderness will intercede for me one day. My roads were not paved with facilities, and there were times when there were no roads; I found them, built them, and painted them. To present my project today, my ideas, experiences, and myself. My only consolation has always been that I will arrive, and the lesson in the journey is not only in arrival. And today I see what I started with. They ask you about love. Say it is a rush of soul to soul. And I always choose love. I always wanted to be who I am today. I did not choose the Arabic language, but it chose me for itself. And I ask Allah to add to it in my writings as it added to me delicacy, splendor and strength. The media grew up with me in my life, and it paved the way for me in terms of presence and voice. And always remember, in order to be born again, something inside you must die.
Salma Najjar
December. 05. 1999
College of Arabic Literature and Media
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