The place where the drowned are lined up

Author's name: Nasseef Al-Naseri Publishing house: Al-Takween for Publishing and Distribution Year of publication: Literary classification: Poetry Brief about the book: I killed metaphor like Cain because it occupied my solitude and made me a twin. With a society that harms me if I am a bunch outside. The delicacy and hardness of my hijab in puncturing it with holes sometimes my doubt in my heart and my quick return to my crystals. Every time your denial deepens the depth of your poeticness. Denial is the only commodity that the world always hates. The identity I am in, nations, is in front of the concave mirror of language. My use of the deceased, phantoms, and memories between poetry and reality does not change; everything that was not completed in the sculpting of the Creator is complete in my heart. Sometimes continuing in life is the harshest form of self-punishment if your stripping increases, you become all of the solitude that makes the self independent except from its pain.