"Trails of thread" hamdi shawqi those whom silence swallowed and faces replaced threads of life slipped from their fingers the thread of time became dusty yellow worn then scattered Since then their dreams are groaning those whose memory shrunk and withered nothing moves but thread nothing happens ... In memory... but distraction the pain ... is ripe that heart ... said "slow down" silence -at last- rebelled those sightless time is against them patience has let them down marginalized on a road that leads to nowhere those of rusty hearts whose faces are covered with dust they fled to their non-homelands wars and catastrophe didn't catch them time did It twisted their arms decapitated their dreams as age slipped from between their fingers