Zainab

“Life," said Emerson, "consists in what a man is thinking all day." If that be so, then my life is nothing but a big intestine. I not only think about food all day, but I dream about it at night.”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

“هل يأتى غرباء
وفى معاطفهم ليل
كالذى نضيئه بالخوف والشموع

استعيدى من الهواء
عطرك
ونسمة العرق الخفيف

جسمك الشمعدان الذى أطمره خوفا
جسمك الليل على آخره.

هل يأتى غرباء
ويأخذون شمعتى
وأبكى

أو ننام
شقيقين خائفين فى سرير.”
― بسام حجار

“The ovarian world is the product of a life rhythm. The moment a child is born it becomes part of a world in which there is not only the life rhythm but the death rhythm. The frantic desire to live, to live at any cost, is not a result of the life rhythm in us, but of the death rhythm. There is not only no need to keep alive at any price, but, if life is undesirable, it is absolutely wrong. This keeping oneself alive, out of a blind urge to defeat death, is in itself a means of sowing death. Every one who has not fully accepted life, who is not incrementing life, is helping to fill the world with death. To make the simplest gesture with the hand can convey the utmost sense of life; a word spoken with the whole being can give life. Activity in itself means nothing: it is often a sign of death.”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn

“تنكّب الضوء أهدانى إلى العتمة، فأقمت فى مزاج اللبس والوضوح، على العتبة، عند المفترق من كل شىء”
― بسام حجار, سوف تحيا من بعدي