Tuma Ibrahim

“He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied.”
― Denise Hunter, The Accidental Bride

“What we needed were not words and promises but the steady accumulation of small realities.”
― Haruki Murakami , South of the Border, West of the Sun

“الحب هو ذكاء المسافة. ألا تقترب كثيرا فتلغي اللهفة ، ولا تبتعد طويلاً فتُنسى.”
― احلام مستغانمي, الأسود يليق بك

“We are the granddaughters of the witches you weren't able to burn.”
― Tish Thawer, The Witches of BlackBrook