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Vacation!!!

I’m on vacation for the first time in almost 4 years. Finally, I’m visiting my hometown and feeling extremely emotional about uniting with family and friends. Covid created a social anxiety about connecting with people that it’s been over 3 years that I haven’t seen them, especially with me living across the ocean in Canada, and they live in Lebanon!

The best thing about visiting home is seeing those you’ve missed, and the difference in the city itself: new shops, restaurants, cafes and more. The beauty of the sea at sunset, smells, and sounds that I associate with home: blaring horns, nerve-racking breaking sounds, sirens, and gun shots.

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Trapped Humanity

Poetry reading, by Malak K Chehab, of ‘Trapped Humanity’, a poem from my poetry book,  Perfectly Flawed. It’s about self-isolation due to pandemic and how traumatic it is on people.

https://anchor.fm/malak-kalmoni/episodes/Trapped-Humanity-e1lks4p

https:///Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni-ebook/dp/B092YT6QX6/ref=mp_s_a_1_1

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Covid

So 2 years have passed and I’ve been lucky not to have gotten infected by covid. Until now! The only time you need a test to be negative, it turns out positive!

Everyone, please be careful out there.

Protect yourselves and others.

Let’s hope I can be productive sitting at home! Yah right!

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Trapped Humanity

Exert from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed.

Outside,  the sun is shining brightly, but within
The window, where the air is stale from fear of pain
Everyone seems to be hiding behind squares of glass
Letting life pass them by as their isolation presses
Down on their sanity, and cabin fever rises.

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The Fear! The Fear!!!!

Fire, fire, sinuous liar, spread fear like a liar.

Ceaselessly, undulating, weaving your web with a lyre

Blending, melding, fogging your thinking,

Embedding the conductor’s swaying, moving

Hands, mesmerizing in its bright bluish, red flame, burning.

Rise, raise your filaments into the sky in supplication

To the Creator, the all powerful, the giver and taker

Of life, pleading for a savior from the twister

That surrounds your vision with a blight of fear.

Paralysis sets in, and movement is bound in a lere.

Fear, fear of a teeny weeny virus is worse

Than the fire bathing you in brine and ashe

That sizzles up your skin, sneaking, bubbling

Into scorched patches of bright stinky skin.

Emphasize the need to survive this pendemic

As surely as you empathize with your fellow man’s

Plight in their struggle to eradicate fear’s

Hold on your life and your actions.

Stear the fear into a sepulcher of death

And despair so its power lays fallow in a breath

That inhales life and hope for longevity and health.

Beseech your Creator for the will to live and breathe

In hope, optimism, compassion, and empathy for humanity.