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“إن لي قُدرة لم أعرف مثلها في حياتي على تصورك ورؤيتك، وحين أرى منظرًا أو أسمع كلمة وأعلق عليها بيني وبين نفسي أسمع جوابك في أذني، كأنك واقفة إلى جواري ويدك في يدي. أحيانًا أسمعكِ تضحكين وأحيانًا أسمعكِ ترفضين رأيي وأحيانًا تسبقيني إلى التعليق، وأنظر إلى عيون الواقفين أمامي لأرى إن كانوا قد لمحوك معي!”
― رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان
― رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان
“She was still under the spell of her infatuation. She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was like an obsession, ever pressing itself upon her. It was not that she dwelt upon details of their acquaintance, or recalled in any special or peculiar way his personality; it was his being, his existence, which dominated her thought, fading sometimes as if it would melt into the mist of the forgotten, reviving again with an intensity which filled her with an incomprehensible longing.”
― The Awakening
― The Awakening
“لا تكتبي لي جوابا ...لا تكترثي ، لا تقولي شيئا . إنني أعود إليك مثلما يعود اليتيم إلى ملجأه الوحيد ، و سأظل أعود : أعطيكِ رأسي المبتل لتجففيه بعد أن اختار الشقي أن يسير تحت المزاريب .”
― رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان
― رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان
“أريدك بمقدار ما لا أستطيع أخذك، وأستطيع اخذك بمقدار ما ترفضين ذلك، وأنت ترفضين ذلك بمقدار ما تريدين الاحتفاظ بنا معاً، وأنا وأنت نريد أن نظل معاً بمقدار ما يضعنا ذلك في اختصام دموي مع العالم!!!”
― رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان
― رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان
“There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.
There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation.”
― The Awakening
There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation.”
― The Awakening
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