I am just a sad rock on the road, but when I remember your voice, I feel the strange green and dewy touch of my skin, so I smile. I am alone, like this bitter time, and I am only good at sadness. I write to you with sadness because I am from the sad land. The roads here are sad, the stories are sad, the hearts are sad, even the smiles are sad. We are here when we write, we write with sadness, when we read, we read with sadness, when we love we love with sadness, and when we laugh, we laugh with sadness. They stole our door and stole our windows, so the sadness entered our homes with air. We have become fish that breathe sadness, and when we are born, we are born with sadness because we know that behind our stolen doors and behind our stolen windows, nothing awaits us but sadness.
Anwar Ghani is an award-winning Iraqi poet, a Pushcart nominee and author of over a hundred books. He was born in 1973 in Babylon. His name appeared widely in magazines and anthologies in the United States of America, United Kingdom and Asia, won many awards and was nominated in 2019 for the Pushcart award.