Shahad

“Bring me the sunset in a cup.”
― Emily Dickinson

“الوطن ليس شعارات براقة ..
وأغنيات حماسية يرددها مطرب " متعاف وشبعان " !
الوطن : هو من يقدم لك الرغيف ، والمقعد المدرسي ، والسرير في المستشفى ..
دون أن ينتظر منك أن تكتب في حضرته قصيدة نبطية عصماء !

هذا ما تفعله أفقر البلاد .. أن تقدم لمواطنيها :
حق التعليم ، وحق العلاج عند المرض .”
― محمد الرطيان, محاولة ثالثة

“Write hard and clear about what hurts.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“The only woman's body I had studied, with ever-increasing apprehension, was the lame body of my mother, and I had felt pressed, threatened by that image, and still feared that it would suddenly impose itself on mine. That day, instead, I saw clearly the mothers of the old neighborhood. They were nervous, they were acquiescent. They were silent, with tight lips and stooping shoulders, or they yelled terrible insults at the children who harassed them. Extremely thin, with hollow eyes and cheeks, they lugged shopping bags and small children who clung to their skirts and wanted to be picked up. And, good God, they were ten, at most twenty years older than me. Yet they appeared to have lost those feminine qualities that were so important to us girls and that we accentuated with clothes, with makeup. They had been consumed by the bodies of husbands, fathers, brothers, whom they ultimately came to resemble, because of their labors or the arrival of old age, of illness. When did that transformation begin? With housework? With pregnancies? With beatings?”
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name