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Dry Tears

By Maria Kotob

Let us not forget those who have cried before us, 

over the falling grains of sand. 

With voiceless goodbyes and 

not enough hellos.

Tied in the back of our eyes is 

a memory we made ourselves. 



Maria’s roots lie in Syria and Lebanon, and yet she has managed to grow up all over the world. Having never lived in her home countries, she has found herself torn at the question of “home,” living in Canada, Kuwait, and the United Arab Emirates. She is in Rotman Commerce studying Management but has always been interested in poetry and photography, compiling her work over the last four years. You will see her eating chocolate with every dessert, taking videos of her friends, and admiring sunsets. 



Photo Credit: Maria Kotob

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