ariel

“My love translated sounds like a dead language.”
― Salma Deera

“in astronomy class, the muse urania angrily watches a panel of men talk about the wonders of the stars as though they created them.”
― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

“In front of my mother and my sisters, I pretend love is cheap and vulgar. I act like it’s a sin–I pretend that love is for women on a dark path. But at night I dream of a love so heavy it makes my spine throb. I dream up a lover who makes love like he is separating salt from water.”
― Salma Deera

“she says to me:
'if you want to hurt a man, you don't kill
the man. you kill what he loves.'
i nod.
and then i ask her: 'so how do you hurt a woman?'
she answers:
'my child, a woman is hurting from the moment of birth.”
― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea