I feel my lips touch the ceiling. It seems I've lost my sense of distance. I'm exhausted... to the point that even my soul isn't clinging to me, I've let it go, but it's too weary to either float or move away from my body. It's limp, as if intoxicated. They say the feeling of a vanished distance is only realized in death. Am I to die, then? No, because if I die now, God would have to bring down the heavens to me, as I am too lethargic to ascend to them. Farah Mohamed Diab, a Lebanese author. "Phoenix Memory" is her debut literary work.

• Publishing house: Dar Al-Farabi Publishing and Distribution
• Number of Pages: 120
• Year of publication: 2013