It feels as though I am a hoopoe returning from Sheba, yet no Queen of Sheba recognizes me, nor do they believe my message.
I am relentlessly torn apart by a sense of alienation. I feel loneliness radiating from the marrow of my bones, clinging to me like a shadow, constantly present—in every place, with every person.
This alienation sometimes brings me to the brink of collapse. It is alienation in its most horrifying and overwhelming form—separation from everyone, even when I am surrounded by crowds, and estrangement from myself when I am alone.
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