I was never seen as intelligent yet I had countless questions I wanted to comprehend the line between loving someone and hating them for I do not seem to tell the difference staring at your picture. My mother said she had a happy childhood I wonder why did she choose not to inherit that? now that I am looking at the picture of the child I once was hiding behind the curtain from the light not wanting to be seen an escape from existence. I never liked taking pictures what is the point of reliving a memory after its passing? it feels like an attempt to catch the wind or to slap God on the hideous face for being such a horrible architect I would have designed better something magically prettier I would have used alchemy to turn hearts into stones and then use mine to throw at your window now standing in the calm suburb aiming at the curtain that saves your vampiric shadow from exposure to direct sunlight although it is night and I would have used alchemy to change that but I was never seen as intelligent rather just tired. I was a happy child or so what my mother would say and I keep telling her that it is okay if I were not for I never tried to catch the moment since I am constantly falling out of sight out of time. I do not seem to tell the difference between remembering someone and never forgetting them but I was never seen as intelligent rather only tired.
Alhasan Zaher
Alhasan Zaher is a Syrian writer with an M.Sc. degree in Plant Biotechnology. Residing in Germany since 2021, Zaher has been writing since the age of 9.
He is known for exploring philosophical themes in a thought-provoking manner. His debut poetry collection, "The Revolution of Details", was vanity-published in Syria in 2020. His story "The Vitruvian Time" was published through print on demand in Germany in 2024.
Driven by the challenge of understanding human nature, Zaher translates complex emotions into relatable words. His poetry is often described as dark and melancholic, but a wake-up call to resolutions and closures.