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“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
― Albert Einstein

“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

“كل الحاجات حواليك...

ف الكادر سانده عليك....

لو جيت وشلْت اديك....

الصورة تتفركش ….

ضلك على الحيطه ….

كان خافي عنها النور ….

وطلّعها بتنغمش...

كفك على السفره...

من غيره كان إزاي...

مفرشها يتكرمش ؟..

بصمة صباع إيدك...

لسّاها ع الشبابيك...

ميت ألف تفصيله...

ملهاش وجود غير بيك..

وإنتا عليك تختار...

حتبدّي مين على مين ؟..

وتبدّي إيه على إيه ؟..

الجاي والجايين ؟

وللا اللي خدت عليه ؟

أصل الحياه للعلم..

مفهاش حاجات ببلاش..

وعشان ماتصبح فيلم...

وأصلا عشان تتعاش..

كادر الحياه المشحون...

فرح والم وشجون..

لازم يكون
بيلف....

لازم يكون….
بيدور..


يتقل عليك ويخف..

ويعشّمك بالنور..

ف نهاية المشوار...

ونا قلبي لف و دار.....

ميت ألف ليل ونهار....

نفسه ف فرحه كادوه.....

وحلاوه من غير نار....

ومّا الزمن تعبه...

قصقص شريط الفيلم....

وخَد كادر كان عاجبه....

وقرر يعيش ف الحلم.....”
― مصطفى إبراهيم, ويسترن يونيون فرع الهرم

“لن تكون متدينا إلا بالعلم ...فالله لا يعبد بالجهل”
― مصطفى محمود, القرآن: محاولة لفهم عصري

“Touch"

You are already
asleep. I lower
myself in next to
you, my skin slightly
numb with the restraint
of habits, the patina of
self, the black frost
of outsideness, so that even
unclothed it is
a resilient chilly
hardness, a superficially
malleable, dead
rubbery texture.

You are a mound
of bedclothes, where the cat
in sleep braces
its paws against your
calf through the blankets,
and kneads each paw in turn.

Meanwhile and slowly
I feel a is it
my own warmth surfacing or
the ferment of your whole
body that in darkness beneath
the cover is stealing
bit by bit to break
down that chill.

You turn and
hold me tightly, do
you know who
I am or am I
your mother or
the nearest human being to
hold on to in a
dreamed pogrom.

What I, now loosened,
sink into is an old
big place, it is
there already, for
you are already
there, and the cat
got there before you, yet
it is hard to locate.
What is more, the place is
not found but seeps
from our touch in
continuous creation, dark
enclosing cocoon round
ourselves alone, dark
wide realm where we
walk with everyone.”
― Thom Gunn, Collected Poems