Dima Wannous

“I remember now that every morning when Naseem woke up, he sat on the edge of the bed and then slowly got up, walked towards the mirror with anxiety-tinged steps, stood in front of it and looked at its reflection. He told me that every morning he feared not finding himself in the mirror. He imagined standing there, looking at the smooth, cold surface and seeing nothing but emptiness. Once he fell asleep on the living-room sofa to avoid facing the mirror when morning came. He told me how terrified he was when he woke up the next morning, lying on his back with his right leg bent at the knee and his left foot raised, supported by the wall next to the sofa. Everything seemed mixed up. What was supporting what/ Was the wall supporting his foot, or was his foot supporting the wall? Fear set in and he began to sweat, pressing his foot against the wall, afraid that if he gave up it would collapse on top of him.”
― Dima Wannous, الخائفون