In my small room where I sat alone thinking about the

life , about the people , about my little sister’ saying “I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed “ , I looked to myself asking it about the dream ….have I ever had a dream ….?

Many question marks appeared inside my mind creating a big self-conversation . Why do all people have dreams? Why do they dream to have ones..And do I have one ….??

An image of being a doctor , an engineer and a soldier appeared in each time I tried to answer myself and a reflection of my friend Talal the teacher who was dreaming to be a pilot suddenly passed .

I went into a deep thinking about the few letters that are combined to give the meaning of this word.

I asked myself again and again do I have a dream ?

When I was ten did I have one…?

When I grew up and started playing football, was it my dream to be a provisional player..?

When I later started to use the computer, did I dream to live with anything connected to it …. ?

A lot of questions and no answers . I closed my eyes and visualized myself in the uniform of a nurse …. I wasn’t happy … I then were the khanjer and the white dishdasha which were around and sat in that beautiful office ….also I felt that my palce is not there ….

I sighed …… then and suddenly I saw a white flower and when I wanted to pic it up it threw some tears wrote in my hand “ I am yourself ….. and the answer is these tears … my dream is to have a dream “

My regards

TEARS’ MELODEY