Salma Harak

“كم أنت حر أيها المنسي في المقهى
فلا أحد يرى أثر الفراشة فيك
لا أحد يحملق في ثيابك أو يدقق
في ضبابك إن نظرت إلى فتاة
وانكسرت أمامها

كم أنت حر في إدارة شأنك الشخصي
في هذا الزحام بلا رقيب منك
أو من قارئ
فأصنع بنفسك ما تشاء
اخلع قميصك أو حذاءك إن أردت

فأنت منسي وحر في خيالك

ليس لاسمك أو لوجهك ها هنا عمل ضرورى
تكون كما تكون
فلا صديق ولا عدو هنا يراقب ذكرياتك”
― محمود درويش, يوميات جرح فلسطيني

“الكائن الانسانى ليس إلا شعـورًا بالوحـدة.”
― Milan Kundera, La festa dell'insignificanza

“Religion does not help me. The faith that others give to what is unseen, I give to what one can touch, and look at.

My gods dwell in temples made with hands; and within the circle of actual experience is my creed made perfect and complete: too complete, it may be, for like many or all of those who have placed their heaven in this earth, I have found in it not merely the beauty of heaven, but the horror of hell also.

When I think about religion at all, I feel as if I would like to found an order for those who cannot believe: the Confraternity of the Faithless, one might call it, where on an altar, on which no taper burned, a priest, in whose heart peace had no dwelling, might celebrate with unblessed bread and a chalice empty of wine.

Every thing to be true must become a religion. And agnosticism should have its ritual no less than faith. It has sown its martyrs, it should reap its saints, and praise God daily for having hidden Himself from man.

But whether it be faith or agnosticism, it must be nothing external to me. Its symbols must be of my own creating. Only that is spiritual which makes its own form.

If I may not find its secret within myself, I shall never find it: if I have not got it already, it will never come to me.”
― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

“غافلها،
وهي تجهز الطعام في المطبخ،
ومات.
كعادته.
لا يأخذ رأيها أبدًا
في أي خطوة يقدم عليها.”
― عماد أبو صالح, عجوز تؤلمه الضحكات