Tahar Das > Quotes

“أَنا مِنْ هُنَا، وأَنا مِنْ هُناكَ. وَلَسْتُ هُنَاكَ ولْستُ هُنَا”
― Tahar Das, Whispers of Existence: Mahmoud Darwish Bilingual Poetic Odyssey

“There is, here, a transient present. Here, strangers hang their rifles upon olive branches, hastily preparing their meals from tin cans, rushing swiftly to their trucks.”
― Tahar Das, Whispers of Existence: Mahmoud Darwish Bilingual Poetic Odyssey

“I understand the significance when a dove nests on the muzzle of a rifle.”
― Tahar Das, Whispers of Existence: Mahmoud Darwish Bilingual Poetic Odyssey

“هُنَا سَنَمْوتُ. هُنَا فِي المَمَرِّ الأخيرِ. هُنَا أَو هُنَا سَوْفَ يَغرِسُ زَيْتُونَهُ.. دَمُنَا.”
― Tahar Das, Whispers of Existence: Mahmoud Darwish Bilingual Poetic Odyssey

“Our dreams do not covet another's grapevines. They do not transgress the boundary.”
― Tahar Das, Whispers of Existence: Mahmoud Darwish Bilingual Poetic Odyssey

“We chase the echoes of our voices, yearning to discover a moonlit haven.”
― Tahar Das, Whispers of Existence: Mahmoud Darwish Bilingual Poetic Odyssey

“Was this condemned man my father, burdening me with his history?”
― Tahar Das, Whispers of Existence: Mahmoud Darwish Bilingual Poetic Odyssey

“God's olive trees rose alongside the spoken word, while azure smoke wafted through this day devoted solely to God.”
― Tahar Das, Whispers of Existence: Mahmoud Darwish Bilingual Poetic Odyssey

“My name bore no wings, so I could not soar past noon.”
― Tahar Das, Whispers of Existence: Mahmoud Darwish Bilingual Poetic Odyssey

“I belong there, where memories reside, where I took my first breath. Within my being dwells a mother's love, a home with windows wide, Brothers, friends, and even a prison's cold stare, where I reside.”
― Tahar Das, Whispers of Existence: Mahmoud Darwish Bilingual Poetic Odyssey

“Perhaps I can navigate my life from this point. Perhaps I can now give birth to myself and select different letters for my name.”
― Tahar Das, Whispers of Existence: Mahmoud Darwish Bilingual Poetic Odyssey

“We are kindhearted villagers and we do not lament our words. Our names, like our days, remain unaltered. Our names do not define us. We infiltrate the conversations of our guests.”
― Tahar Das, Whispers of Existence: Mahmoud Darwish Bilingual Poetic Odyssey