Reem

“He frowned. She laughed. He brightened. She pouted. He grinned. She flinched. Come on: we don’t do that. Except when we’re pretending. Only babies frown and flinch. The rest of us just fake with our fake faces.
He grinned. No He didn’t. If a guy grins at you for real these days, you’d better chop his head off before he chops off yours. Soon the sneeze and the yawn will be mostly for show. Even the twitch.
She laughed. No she didn’t. We laugh about twice a year. Most of us have lost our laughs and now make do with false ones.
He smiled.
Not quite true.
All that no good to think, no good to say, no good to write. All that no good to write.”
― Martin Amis, London Fields

“ورأى قلبه يطير كريشة كلما مرت هي أمامه، أو مر ذكرها في باله”
― سنان أنطون, يا مريم

“سنترك البلد لهم ليحرقوه ويمثلوا بجثته وسيذرفون دموعهم عليه بعد فوا الأوان الذي فات”
― Sinan Antoon, يا مريم

“Do the roots reveal everything to the branches, or do they keep what is painful to themselves?”
― Sinan Antoon