I wish to be born, mother, to amend my birth certificate. And here I am, just being born as I am born this instant. I have no previous life or ages before. A scream like this is enough to prove that the evidence is undeniable. Record that I am a poetic being, now born under what they call the despair of childhood. I am not a novelist. I don't chronicle because history is a narrative myth. Events are not truly events. Myths are no longer myths. And what is told isn't worthy of a narrative. To narrate, there must be facts to tell. Yet, there's no narrator here, even if it seems like there are events. I have just been born, with no age because my age is measured not in time but in poetic instinct. I look from the void, write from the void; my senses live in the void itself. Indeed, I scream, but it is not a scream, rather, a mere document. It is nothing but a birth document. I witness my birth certificate now, hoping it is recorded in the civil records of literature. For its validity and its absurdities, I state that it is a true copy of a cry I made at eight o'clock in the morning of March 6, 1952. Written on the morning of March 6, 1952, then rewritten in the years 2008 – 2009 – 2010. Akl Awit is a poet, critic, journalist, and university professor, serving as the editor-in-chief of the "An-Nahar Literary Supplement" in Beirut, which he has managed since 1997. He teaches modern literature and journalism at Saint Joseph University in Beirut. He has published nine poetry collections, and his poems have been translated into French, English, Spanish, Italian, and German. His article "Letter to God," published on the front page of An-Nahar newspaper on March 11, 2003, on the eve of the American war on Iraq, stirred strong religious and political reactions and sparked numerous debates in Lebanese and Arab cultural circles, leading to a trial. Publishing house: Dar Al Saqi for Publishing and Distribution Number of Pages: 320 Year of publication: 2011