Zeyneb

“Photons have mass? I didn’t even know they were Catholic.”
― Woody Allen

“The morning of that day, as Gabriel rose and started out to work, the sky was low and nearly black and the air too thick to breath. Late in the afternoon the wind rose, the skies opened, and the rain came. The rain came down as though once more in Heaven the Lord had been persuaded of the good uses of a flood. It drove before it the bowed wanderer, clapped children into houses, licked with fearful anger against the high, strong wall, and the wall of the lean-to, and the wall of the cabin, beat against the bark and the leaves of trees, trampled the broad grass, and broke the neck of the flower. The world turned dark, forever, everywhere, and windows ran as though their glass panes bore all the tears of eternity, threatening at every instant to shatter inward against this force, uncontrollable, so abruptly visited on the earth.”
― James Baldwin, Go Tell It on the Mountain

“كنت أسير مفرداً
أحمل أفكاري معي
و منطقي ومسمعي
فازدحمت
من حولي الوجوه
قال لهم زعيمهم : خذوه
سألتهم : ما تهمتي ؟
فقيل لي :
تجمع مشبوه !”
― أحمد مطر, لافتات

“وضعوني في إناء ثم قالوا لي تأقلم
و أنا لست بماءٍ
أنا من طين السماء
وإذا ضاق بي إنائي
بنموي يتحطم !”
― أحمد مطر