About

This world is full of misery, though sometimes disguised. Misery could be seen everywhere, from the poorest to the richest; from the smallest form of matter to God, if there were one. Thus, it is hard to keep this misery inside one’s head without altering it into what could be regarded as a dialogue between one’s blind self and one’s open self. Writing is a means to achieve the impossible, and a life without writing, for me, is an idle one.

My name is Oussama Benayad, I am from Rabat, Morocco. I write poems, essays, and short stories.

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