آيَات مُحمّد

“The Sick Woman begins to see that life is wilder, more chaotic, harsher and more loving, paradoxical, and downright strange than she was ever taught. She discovers for herself the power of moon and the tides, the shifting of the stars and the seasons, the haze of pollen and shift in air pressure and how they impact her dreams, her moods, her body processes. She learns that she is not an independent automaton but a wild being woven of life and death, a chaos of magic, not a machine of logic. She learns that the outer impacts the inner in myriad ways. And vice versa. She learns that she is simultaneously weaker and yet more powerful than she ever knew. She is dangerous with this knowledge which does not appear in the medical books and bibles except as anomalies. She’s singing from the wrong hymn sheet and messing up the patina of perfection that the patriarchy is aiming for. In a display of a million marching soldiers with polished boots, gleaming medals and straight legs, there is the sick woman, bare breasted, hair loose, scars showing, shameless, dancing to her own tune.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“عبَرْتُ متاهةَ الماضي
وما جَمّلتُ أخطائي
وسرتُ
على صراطِ الحزنِ
محفوفاً بأعدائي
وجئتُكِ
خالصًا للحُبِّ
مِنْ أَلِفِي
إلى يائي!!”
― أحمد بخيت, الليالي الأربع

“Pain diminishes us, and it is so important to remember, in the midst of pain and everything that pain takes from you, that still ... you are enough. You are enough just as you are. You are worthy of love and kindness. You are enough. And you have enough.”
― Steve Leder, More Beautiful Than Before: How Suffering Transforms Us

“شوقٌ يخضُّ دمي إليهِ , كأنَّ كُلَّ دَمي اشتهاءْ
جوعٌ إليهِ .. كجوعِ كلّ دمِ الغريقِ إلى الهَوَاءْ”
― بدر شاكر السياب