At the Gates...

Layla Anwar, An Arab Woman Blues

Insomnia has become a trusted friend. Sleep steals me away from her, for a couple of hours and she jealously snatches me back... I used to fight her, now I accept. She asks me "what is on your mind?" and my only reply to her is "Iraq." I think, breathe, eat, drink, write, dream, cry, sleep...Iraq. An addiction, an obsession, a torment... It is not only a question of longing or nostalgia or anger, like a boiling volcano that will never subside...It is not only a yearning for things past, or a grief for people and things gone...

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