MOHAMMAD SKATI


A Deaf In A Wedding


There is a pretty wedding In our world and I am like a deaf in that wedding Because I can't understand what's going on around me Like a little baby Smiling and laughing When he sees people Or when he see things, I am, in addition to be deaf, I am a stranger in this world Because I don't know anything about me, I am not here and not there Because I can't comprehend anything or I can't be aware of everyone or everything, May be I am here in my body, but My mind is completely missing somewhere else, I am totally unaware of our world Because our world ignores me and Ignores everyone and everything around it, so I can say I am like a deaf in a wedding In our pretty world.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 15, 2013

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