Hind H.

“They leave Omelas, they walk ahead into the darkness, and they do not come back. The place they go towards is a place even less imaginable to most of us than the city of happiness. I cannot describe it at all. It is possible that it does not exist. But they seem to know where they are going, the ones who walk away from Omelas.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

“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

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

“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