A العين from Mashhad, authored by Nafla Al-Harbash

I reflected on my face in the mirror. A finer line from yesterday drew red veins in my eyes, and a deep sorrow of years' darkness beneath them. Memories gathered on me throughout the past night. They crowded around me as if I were at a sleepless carnival of faces that do not stay still so I can distinguish them! But they are faces that left me and I left them.