They are all my enemies, authored by Rajaa Alish

I am a beautiful person hiding inside the skin of a ugly person. Do not think that my gunshots will be less accurate than my words. And what is manhood? It is not what you see with your eyes, but what I feel inside me. And they are not forgetful, and their tragedy is not my tragedy, but I am committed before my conscience. And my tragedy is that I deserve better but I always get the worst... Always. May God have mercy on me from a reader who flattens my words... and from a critic without conscience... and from a printing press that does not turn... and from a society like an oil lake. I describe myself: I am hated to the marrow... hunted to the last tavern in the world... I am the laugh that does not miss on others' lips... I am the one that is chewed and spat out by eyes at the speed of a machine gun... I am the one who has to apologize for his appearance every time he sees an eye of Adam... I am the moon that overlooks a no field... the only star that sends its sparkle to no eye... I am the human placed in below zero cold; but my heart still beats with life and my mind still glows with radiations... I am the sheep that if it wants to approach the flock, it is pushed back by a stick... I am the lost one, the wasted one... I am the very loss.