روان ناجي

“كل الدروب التي سلكتها أعادتني إليّ وكأنني لم أكن يومًا سوى رسالة إلى نفسي !”
― سوزان عليوان

“If I am remembered for anything, I want it to be for this: that throughout my entire life, I was deeply sensitive. Sensitive to feelings, words and surroundings. Sensitive to people, places and things. The smallest of things make me emotional in this world. It could be a memory, a truthful face, or a flash of childhood; it could be the smile of a stranger or the openness of the sky. And throughout my life I saw it as an isolating difference. But in my maturity as a man I’ve discovered my sensitivity is a liberating gift. Because I feel deeply about things. I feel deeply about people. About doing right. About keeping my word. Seeing others achieve. Seeing loved ones grows. I am sensitive to the feelings of the less fortunate, the few, and those struggling. And whenever I get so angry about the world or how people treat each other, I burn bitterly and fierce. Yet, when that flame extinguishes what is left is what is greatest of me; the slow moving tide of my heart. That tide is kind. It is understanding. It is calm. And it is the central moving force in my soul and the rhythm that I am and that I always return to: my sensitivity. I’ve always been this way. Since I was a boy. Now I am a man and I don’t take anything less than pride in it. Because I have found that the tiniest of moments, memories, smiles, dreams and people can make the most emotional impact on me, and the lives of others. And what this brings me all back to is what I what I understand: I have found that I feel more, I care more, and I want people to be more. And that is why I have decided that I must love more. But if I’m remembered for anything — over my laugh, my love or my wonderous beautiful life, I want it to be for my sensitivity. And that I believe that true greatness in the depths of any man, woman or child, is a place of care, consideration and true sensitivity.”
― Drue Grit

“حبيبتي الممتلئة بالاعياد
شهية كرغيف خبز
طيبة كبرتقالة
أما أنا
فلا أملك الا هذه الكلمات
وبعض الذكريات التعيسة
المحفورة بضراوة على ميناء جسدي”
― رياض الصالح الحسين, خراب الدورة الدمويَّة

“I think we deserve

a soft epilogue, my love.

We are good people

and we’ve suffered enough.”
― Nikka Ursula