mariam obeidat

“How did I love her?
Let me count the ways.
The freckles on her nose like the shadow of a shadow; the way she chewed on her lower lip when she walked and how when she ran she looked like she was born going fast and how she fit perfectly against my chest; her smell and the touch of her lips and her skin, which was always warm, and how she smiled.
Like she had a secret.
How she always made up words during Scrabble. Hyddym (secret music). Grofp (cafeteria food). Quaw (the sound a baby duck makes). How she burped her way through the alphabet once, and I laughed so hard I spat out soda through my nose.
And how she looked at me like I could save her from everything bad in the world.
This was my secret: she was the one who saved me.”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

“We're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

“لا تغفر لنفسها أن تكون منحتة فرصة الاستخفاف بها. كيف استدرجها ذلك الرجل الى هذة الاهانة الباذخة !؟”
― أحلام مستغانمي, الأسود يليق بك

“The second time my world exploded, it was also
because of a word. A word that worked its way out of my
throat and danced onto and out of my lips before I could
think about it, or stop it.
The question was: Will you meet me tomorrow?
And the word was: Yes.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium