Doaa

“It isn't you,' he says, as though you're to be comforted by the irrelevant role you play in your own life.”
― Melissa Bank, The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing

“يارب
ياللي سايبلي الحبل ع الغارب
أنا غرقان بدون قارب
ومعرفتش أعوم وحدي
وكل ما امدلك يدي
وتنشلني
وأعوم شبرين
إديا يفلفصوا الاتنين
وأقولك سيبلي انا الباقي
تسيبلي الحبل ع الغارب
تخش المية حلقي .. اشرق
فاصرخلك .. وأقول بغرق
وأقولك عمري ما حسيبك
فتنشلني
أعوم شبرين
إديا يفلفصوا الاتنين
وأسيب إيدك
وأعيد الكرّه ميت مره
وماتخذلنيش ولا مره
تقوللي حضنهم بره
لا عمره يساع دراع سيدك
ونا لسه
بسيب إيدك !”
― مصطفى إبراهيم, ويسترن يونيون فرع الهرم

“Against the monster, I’ve always wanted meaning. Not for its own sake, because in the usual course of things, who needs the self-consciousness of it? Let meaning be immanent, noted in passing, if at all. But that won’t do when the monster has its funnel driven into the back of your head and is sucking the light coming through your eyes straight out of you into the mouth of oblivion. So like a cripple I long for what others don’t notice they have: ordinary meaning.    Instead, I have words. The monster doesn’t take words. It may take speech, but not words in the head, which are its minions. The army of the tiny, invisible dead wielding their tiny, spinning scythes, cutting at the flesh of the mind. Unlike ordinary blades, they sharpen with use. They’re keenest in repetition. Self-accusation being nothing if not repetitive. There is nothing deep about this. It is merely endless.”
― Adam Haslett, Imagine Me Gone

“People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing they were carrying inside. The superhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal, and a part of things that appeared both easy and everyday. The loneliness of that.”
― Rachel Joyce, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry