I liken coping with an alcoholic to located in a war-zone.
Like person who lives in deceit, we stone myself and demand assistance
Your injury grows and grows
It slits my neck from vein to vein.
We place sand in you wound,
We place in your wound a huge, and around myself I light the fire.
—Hoda Al-Namani, i recall I became a aim, I happened to be a group