I Was Alone

About this book

I Was Alone: where silence becomes the language of the heart. This is not merely a poetry collection; it is an honest map of the terrain of the contemporary soul, and a message a human writes to himself when he isolates the noise of the world and begins his deep dialogue with the self. "I Was Alone" by poet Mounir El-Dairi is an invitation to stand on "the edge of time," where the poet does not ask for consolation but searches for a truth that trembles. In these pages you will find a poetic pulse that neither appeases nor offers easy exits. You will feel you are walking with him step by step into the city's night, where night becomes a theater of inner unveiling, and where words pour down like meteors carrying pain away, or like a song sent to a distant star that might understand what humans did not. It is a collection inhabited by the eternal human tension between the weight of memory and the betrayal of forgetting, between the glimmer of hope that shines and the breakdown that lurks. Here you will find that metaphor is no literary luxury but the sap and blood of the poet's inner reality: sand becomes a memory erased and remaining at once, and the city with its lights turns into ciphers in a greater poem trying to be a homeland for the alone.