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Ibraheem Hamdi
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Cairo, Egypt
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The Cashmere Scarf
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2013
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“There are certain levels of sadness that introduce you to parts of yourself you never knew existed, and it’s always a much purer version of you that couldn’t be any you-er than you. You fall in love with it and forget to move on.”
― The Cashmere Scarf
― The Cashmere Scarf
“This is what writing does to you: it makes you put everything under a microscope of metaphors and similes, surrounded by memories and reminiscences. It flies you up high and leaves you without gravity, without reference, and absolutely without destination.”
― The Cashmere Scarf
― The Cashmere Scarf
“I became addicted to the floating nature of nothingness, to the charm of its carefree pauses and to waiting. I magnified waiting. I wrote about waiting. I basked in its warm nook and completely let go of who I am or what I really wanted.”
― The Cashmere Scarf
― The Cashmere Scarf
“Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
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“Being a woman is a fate Sabina did not choose. What we have not chosen we cannot consider either to our merit or our failure. Sabina believed that she had to assume to correct attitude to her unchosen faith. To rebel against being born a woman seemed as foolish to her as taking pride in it.”
― The Unbearable Lightness of Being
― The Unbearable Lightness of Being
“To write is to forget. Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life. Music soothes, the visual arts exhilarates, the performing arts (such as acting and dance) entertain. Literature, however, retreats from life by turning in into slumber. The other arts make no such retreat— some because they use visible and hence vital formulas, others because they live from human life itself.
This isn't the case with literature. Literature simulates life. A novel is a story of what never was, a play is a novel without narration. A poem is the expression of ideas or feelings a language no one uses, because no one talks in verse.”
― The Book of Disquiet
This isn't the case with literature. Literature simulates life. A novel is a story of what never was, a play is a novel without narration. A poem is the expression of ideas or feelings a language no one uses, because no one talks in verse.”
― The Book of Disquiet
“Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be his world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.”
― Frankenstein
― Frankenstein
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I just read my review, and it was really really mean. Oops. So I just thought I'd point out some obvious facts:1. I rated it 4/5 and I hate giving 5 to anything
2. I'm a harsh critic w ma by3jebni el 3ajab
3. Needless to say, you have many adoring fans, it's just your luck I reviewed first, but I doubt "awesome!" would be classified as constructive feedback
4. I cried twice reading your book
5. I steal your words and use them as quotes. That officially makes you a writer. You're quotable.
Those speak volumes :D Bas keda.
1. I rated it 4/5 and I hate giving 5 to anything
2. I'm a harsh critic w ma by3jebn..."
I don't think it was mean, rather honest. I also don't think you're as harsh as you think you are.
Many adoring fans? Well, if it weren't for their deafening silence I would have concurred :)
You are free to steal anything from my book. As you so aptly put it; once I release a word to readers, it becomes theirs as much as it is mine, part of why I decided to publish that book online for free, in fact.
As for your dear tears that my prose has somehow managed to deserve from you, do know that no words can justly state how that makes me feel. I just pray they weren't tears of sadness.
And once again, thank you :)