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“I was loved, I had a home, I had money, and I had a job now. I was safe. I was happy.”
― Mariana Zapata, Luna and the Lie

“I want my goddamn Luna back,” he breathed, stealing the air from my lungs. “I don’t want you to leave me alone. I want you bugging my ass for random shit again. I wanna see your fucking face first thing in the morning, even if you don’t bring me my coffee anymore. I wanna make you something to eat so you don’t end up with Salmonella from that shit you try to cook,”
― Mariana Zapata, Luna and the Lie

“It feels like shit to be alone. To be in a place full of people and feel like they don't want you there. To feel like you're at a party you weren't invited to. No one even knows your name. No one wants to. No one cares. Are they laughing at you? Talking about you? Are they sneering at you like their perfect world would be so much better if you weren't there, messing up their view?
Are they just wishing you'd get the hint already and leave?
I feel like that a lot. I know it's pathetic to want a place among other people, and I know you'll say it's better to stand in a crowd and be wrong, but... I still feel that need all the time. Do you ever feel it? I wonder if the cheerleader feels it. When the music stops and everyone goes home? When the day is gone and she doesn't have anyone to entertain herself with? When she removes her makeup, taking off her brave face for the day, do the demons she keeps buried start playing with her when there's no one else to play with?
I guess not. Narcissists don't have insecurities, right?
Must be nice.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“Hope is hugging me, holding me in its arms, wiping away my tears and telling me that today and tomorrow and two days from now I will be just fine and I'm so delirious I actually dare to believe it.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“I only know now that the scientists are wrong.

The world is flat.

I know because I was tossed right off the edge and I've been trying to hold on for 17 years. I've been trying to climb back up for 17 years but it's nearly impossible to beat gravity when no one is willing to give you a hand.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“I always wonder about raindrops.

I wonder about how they're always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting their parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end. It's like someone is emptying their pockets over the earth and doesn't seem to care where the contents fall, doesn't seem to care that the raindrops burst when they hit the ground, that they shatter when they fall to the floor, that people curse the days the drops dare to tap on their doors.

I am a raindrop.

My parents emptied their pockets of me and left me to evaporate on a concrete slab.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“Someone picked up the sun and pinned it to the sky again, but every day it hangs a little lower than the day before. It's like a negligent parent who only knows one half of who you are. It never sees how its absence changes people. How different we are in the dark.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“منذ صغرها توصيها أمها بألا تتحدث إلى الغرباء أو تأخذ منهم شيئا .. لكنها حين التقت ذلك الغريب رمت بكل وصاياها عرض الحائط”
― خولة حمدي, غربة الياسمين

“حاول ألا تحكم علي الاسلام من تصرفات المسلمين .. أو علي الأقل لا تحكم من تصرفات أولئك الذين ينتمون إليه بالوراثة”
― خولة حمدي, غربة الياسمين

“الصدف هى جزء من قدر مسطور”
― خولة حمدي, غربة الياسمين

“لم يكن أمامها إلا أن تنغمس فى القراءة. كانت هوايتها المفضلة، نما ولعها بها فى الفترة الأخيرة، حتى صار الكتاب صديقها الرّسمى الوحيد. لا يرفضها ولايطلق عليها أحكامًا، وفى حضرته يتسع مجال حرّيتها ليتجاوز الحدود الجغرافيّة. تلجأ إليه لتنفس عن ضيقها فيلاقيها بترحاب. تسرح فيه ومعه عبره. تقرأ فى المترو وفى غرفة الكتب حين تعود إلى المنزل وبعد العشاء أيضا حين تنطلق الشرارة الأولى بين والدها وإيلين، فتتركهما وتنزوى فى عالمها. وحين تسكن الدنيا من حولها، تطلق العنان لأفكارها. أفكار مربكة تتأرجح بشكل خطر بين التفاؤل والتشاؤم. نوع من الحوار الحضارى فى رأسها. نوع من الحياة فى داخلها، لا قدرة لها على إسكاتها.. ربّما لأن فى استمرارها توازنها. إن لم يمكنها الفضفضة لأحد، فلتفضفض لكتبها.”
― خولة حمدي, غربة الياسمين

“بدا اسمه غريبا على شفتيها في تلك اللحظات وقريباً سيصبح جزءا من الماضي لبعيد .. قريباً جدا”
― خولة حمدي, غربة الياسمين

“في الطبيعة، وفي العلاقات الإنسانية خاصة، من الخطر محاولة تغيير الأخرين. ذلك يسمى " الحب المشروط "، وهو يؤذي من يحب”
― خولة حمدي, غربة الياسمين

“بشكل لم تدركه هي نفسها، كانت قد تغيرت من الداخل”
― خولة حمدي, غربة الياسمين

“ما الذي اختلف إذن؟ هي .. لم تعد تنتظره”
― خولة حمدي, غربة الياسمين

“لم يعد أمامها سوى أن تطوي الصفحة وتنسى”
― خولة حمدي, غربة الياسمين

“الإندماج ؟ دعي عنك تلك الكلمات الجوفاء التي يتشدق بها الفرنسيون و هم لا يعنونها على الإطلاق . حتى بالنسبة إلى من ولد و نشأ على الأراضي الفرنسيّة و دخل مدارسها و خالط أهلها لعقود ، ليس الأمر تلقائيا و لا يسيرا . لكي تندمجي يجب ان تكوني بيضاء البشرة ، زرقاء العين و شقراء الشعر .. و أن تفعلي كل ما يطلب منك و يفترض بكل فرنسي أصيل أن يفعله : تسهرين و ترقصين ، تصاحبين و تشربين الخمر .. و مع ذلك يمكنك أن تنتظري لوقت طويل حتى تحصلي من هذا المجتمع على شهادة حسن سيرة لذلك فإن الإندماج الذي تتحدثين عنه هو مجرد وهم . مجرد كونك مسلمة يعني انك لن تسمحي لنفسك بالذوبان في مجتمع لا دين له .. بل من واجبك ألا تفعلي ! هنا تعيشين صراعا بشكل يومي للبقاء و الاستمرار و حماية ثوابتك . قد تمر عليك أوقات تترنحين فيها و توشكين على الشقوط ، لكن عليك مواصلة الطريق و الحفاظ على احترامك لنفسك .. لأن تخليك عن هويتك يعني ضياعك . إن لم تكوني نفسك .. فلن تكوني شيئا على الإطلاق ! ..”
― خولة حمدي, غربة الياسمين

“الرجال الشرقيون لديهم نظرة دونية للمرأة”
― خولة حمدي, غربة الياسمين

“الصداقة بين غريبين تبدأ احياناً بكلمة .. بلفتة حانية .. بلحظة صراحة نادرة. في اللحظة التي تليها يصبح الغريب صديقا بل لعله يكون قد حصل في ثوانٍ على أكبر أسرار الآخر وأعمقها .. فغالبا ما تكون ساعات الصداقة الأولى هي الأكثر غزارة وسخاء من حيث منسوب الأسرار المتدفقة من الجانبين ربما لأن كليهما لا يحسبه صداقة في تلك الآونة بل مصباً مؤقتا للأزمات النفسية”
― خولة حمدي, غربة الياسمين

“Living well and being happy is how we get over the shit in our past.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Deal

“Never say never,” he answers in a singsong voice. “Thanks for that, Justin Bieber.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Deal

“When you are courting a nice girl, an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder, a second seems like an hour. That’s relativity. —Albert Einstein”
― S.T. Abby, The Risk

“I can take you home when you have to go?
What the actual fuck?
I might as well have shouted, love me, fucking love me at the girl.
I felt like a bleeding eejit.”
― Chloe Walsh, Binding 13

“For once in my life, I wanted a safe place to run to instead of from.
I felt like I was slowly dying in that house.
In my home.
Where I was supposed to lay my head.
Where I was supposed to feel safe.”
― Chloe Walsh, Binding 13

“Well, he is her brother, lad," Gibsie offered. "He was obviously going to come back for her." "I don’t give a shite," I snapped, thinking about her bruised face. "I didn’t want her to leave, Gibs, and he just took her away from me. And I let him!" "You do know that you're not allowed to keep humans as pets, don’t you?" he asked in a wry tone. "You know that's just dogs and cats, right?”
― Chloe Walsh, Binding 13

“You gave me these pieces of you I know you haven’t given to anybody else, and they’re mine. You can’t take ’em back. I need them more than you do, you hear me?”
― Mariana Zapata, Luna and the Lie

“The best decisions of my life had been those I’d jumped into terrified even though some part of me knew they were necessary.”
― Mariana Zapata, Luna and the Lie

“The funny thing about life is that there’s a lot you don’t get to choose. You don’t get to choose whom you’re related to. You don’t get to choose your hair color, your height, or what natural talents you are given. You don’t get to choose where you are born, or who or what the world will see when they look at you. But the best part of life is that in the end, none of that matters. You get to choose who you become. Who you love. You can change your hair color and, to an extent, you can even change your eye color and height. You can learn to be great at something.”
― Mariana Zapata, Luna and the Lie

“Figure it out, Luna. I don’t wanna be sixty when you decide.”

I pressed my lips together.

Don’t do it, Luna. Everything is not fine and dandy. Don’t do it. Don’t—

Let it go. Let it—

I didn’t.

“So I have… two years… before then?” I whispered, grimacing at the joke that I shouldn’t have made so that we could focus on the serious topic of our conversation. So I could hold on to the distance I was supposed to put between us because he was my boss.

What I got was silence.

Freaking silence.

The sigh that came out of him reminded me of what I figured a hot air balloon would sound like if it deflated. “I should’ve fired you the other day.”

I sucked in a breath, and my entire upper body turned to him.

He was smirking.

He thought he was being funny.

He was… joking.

These mocking, laughing eyes I had never seen before slid over to me, and the second they spotted my expression, they changed. My name came out a grumble. “I was playing.”

Sure, he’d been.

His mouth went so tight, it was edged in white. “I was messing with you,” he insisted, seriously.

He was messing with me.

Those long fingers flexed again. “You that mad at me?” he asked.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“Upset with me?”

I didn’t look at him as I said, “No.” I wasn’t. I wasn’t. “I just…” What could I say? “You don’t ever joke around with me. I’m just surprised.” I started to crack my knuckles but stopped. “Okay, maybe I am a little upset with you, but I’m almost over it.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him glance at me again, and I could barely hear his voice when he spoke again. “I joke around outside of work,” he said softly.

I wasn’t going to overthink it.

Did that come out defensively, or was it my imagination? “That’s good.” I was such a sucker. I really was.”
― Mariana Zapata, Luna and the Lie