I am a stranger

I am a stranger

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Memory is not a closed box but a broken mirror we do not forget faces we only choose the shards that do not hurt us and leave the rest in the dark My name is Aghrab not because I am different but because I no longer belong to the place to the people or even to myself since three years since that silent night when the body of my younger brother froze between my hands and I was unable to move I turned into an empty shell putting on a mask every morning going to my school and my work and living like a machine moving by inertia and deep inside me there is emptiness But was my brother's death my only guilt Between the benches of deserted parks and the clinics of psychiatrists and old letters I erased from my memory female shadows begin to appear Hala who resembles my brokenness Dalia who carries a handwriting that does not belong to her and Ruby who pursues me with a single question do you remember your promise to her Dreams that refuse to end and blurry faces drawing closer than they should when you discover that your mind has invented an entire story to protect you from a reality harsher than death so how will you survive
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