Hind H.

“Sometimes I felt like the dust. Relentlessly banging my head against the walls, never getting anywhere. Always ending up in a pile somewhere, never in a corner though. There are no corners in a round world. Sleeting across the path, searching, settling for a second then pushed along, again and again.”
― Lauren Nicolle Taylor, The Woodlands

“وَلَا خَيْرَ فِي حُسْنِ الْجُسُومِ وَطُولِهَا إِذَا لَمْ يَزِنْ حُسْنَ الْجُسُومِ عُقُولُ”
― عباس محمود العقاد, ‫عرائس وشياطين‬

“ماتت دون أن يشعر بها أحد، ماتت كل يوم وكل ليلة، عشر سنوات تتنفس وتأكل وتشرب وهي ميتة، تكلم الناس وتمشي بينهم وهي ميتة، حتى أسلم جسدها روحه الميتة أخيرًا وكف عن التظاهر بالحياة.”
― جوخة الحارثي, Celestial Bodies

“I'm alone in a way that's more than the fact that I am the only living person within these walls. Up until now, I thought I knew what was and wasn't possible. Maybe that's what innocence is, having no way to predict the pain of the future. When something happens that eclipses the imaginable, it changes a person. It's like the difference between a raw egg and a scrambled egg. It's the same thing, but it's not the same at all. That's the best way I can put it. I look in the mirror and I know it's me, but I can't quite recognize myself.”
― Tayari Jones, An American Marriage