Doaa Hesham

“It was all unknown to me then, as I sat on that white bench on the day I finished my hike. Everything except the fact that I didn't have to know. That is was enough to trust that what I'd done was true. To understand its meaning without yet being able to say precisely what it was, like all those lines from The Dream of a Common Language that had run through my nights and days. To believe that I didn't need to reach with my bare hands anymore. To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough. That it was everything. It was my life - like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me.
How wild it was, to let it be.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

“بيني وبين نفسي أنا..حاجتين
الأولي ..مش قادر أحددها
والتانية دمعة مخبياها العين”
― عمر طاهر, عرفوه بالحزن

“There's no way to know what makes one thing happen and not another. What leads to what. What destroys what. What causes what to flourish or die or take another course.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

“نحن لا نفقد سوى مانخشى فقده لأننا عادة لا نشعر بفقدان مالا يشكل لنا أهمية تذكر”
― أثير عبدالله, أحببتك أكثر مما ينبغي