Doaa

“يارب
ياللي سايبلي الحبل ع الغارب
أنا غرقان بدون قارب
ومعرفتش أعوم وحدي
وكل ما امدلك يدي
وتنشلني
وأعوم شبرين
إديا يفلفصوا الاتنين
وأقولك سيبلي انا الباقي
تسيبلي الحبل ع الغارب
تخش المية حلقي .. اشرق
فاصرخلك .. وأقول بغرق
وأقولك عمري ما حسيبك
فتنشلني
أعوم شبرين
إديا يفلفصوا الاتنين
وأسيب إيدك
وأعيد الكرّه ميت مره
وماتخذلنيش ولا مره
تقوللي حضنهم بره
لا عمره يساع دراع سيدك
ونا لسه
بسيب إيدك !”
― مصطفى إبراهيم, ويسترن يونيون فرع الهرم

“Something changed then. I saw my life in scale: it was just my life. It was not momentous, and only now did I recognize that it had once seemed so to me; that was while my father was watching.
I saw myself the way I'd seen the cleaning women in the building across the street. I was just one person in one window.
Nobody was watching, except me.”
― Melissa Banks, The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing

“Against the monster, I’ve always wanted meaning. Not for its own sake, because in the usual course of things, who needs the self-consciousness of it? Let meaning be immanent, noted in passing, if at all. But that won’t do when the monster has its funnel driven into the back of your head and is sucking the light coming through your eyes straight out of you into the mouth of oblivion. So like a cripple I long for what others don’t notice they have: ordinary meaning.    Instead, I have words. The monster doesn’t take words. It may take speech, but not words in the head, which are its minions. The army of the tiny, invisible dead wielding their tiny, spinning scythes, cutting at the flesh of the mind. Unlike ordinary blades, they sharpen with use. They’re keenest in repetition. Self-accusation being nothing if not repetitive. There is nothing deep about this. It is merely endless.”
― Adam Haslett, Imagine Me Gone

“نموت كي يحيا الوطن، يحيى لمن؟!!
من بعدنا يبقى التراب و العفن.
نحن الوطن”
― أحمد مطر