Ahmad Al-Khatat's poetry pulls no punches. These are words that aim for everyone's bleeding heart, takes it in hand and explores the wounds before gently placing it back to heal.
Death is nothing at all
You might be a brother to me
You are unseen friend and
An invisible last guest to visit me
If you will come tonight
You don't need an appointment
I have nothing to gain or lose
But, please come to me quietly
I do not want witnesses
To observe my death
