Hala Ibrahim

“أنام وفي العين ثقب كبير
فأوهم نفسي بأني أنام
وأصحو وفي القلب خوف عميق
فأمضغ في الصمت بعض الكلام
أقول لنفسي كلاماً كثيراً
وأسمع نفسي..
وألمح في الليل شيئاً مخيفاً
يطوف برأسي
ويخنق صوتي..
ويسقط في الصمت كل الكلام”
― فاروق جويدة, شيء سيبقى بيننا

“Do not be afraid to be kind; be afraid to miss the opportunity to be kind.”
― Debasish Mridha

“Maybe we're just falling stars, we once danced in the same skyline looking down at the world. And we've fallen like all others, from near and far, we've gathered together, but separated by time and space, keeping a part of that light that we've came with and spreading it in this dark world that we've chosen to live in, in order to shine some light and love around. Maybe we've chosen to believe one truth today, and find it to be false tomorrow. Maybe we're trying to not get attached to the idea that we now know it all. At night, we see the truth of where we've fallen from, gazing in that night sky full of distant stars, constellations, planets, the reflection of the sun on the moon, all with their own stories to tell. Sometimes we wonder why would we leave such a mysterious place, with an infinite amount of stories and wonders. Maybe it's because as stars we could've only seen each other's light from afar, but here we can listen more carefully to each other's story, embrace each other and kiss, discover more and more of what can be seen when infinite star dust potential is put into one body and given freedom to walk the Earth and wander, love and enjoy every moment until coming back. Maybe in the morning, we'll only see one star shining up there and forget the others. Maybe that is also how life and death is, and the beauty of the sunrise and sunset that come in between, our childhood years and old years, when we reflect on the stars that we once were and that we will once again be. Maybe, just maybe.”
― Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache

“SEASONS OF LIFE

Sometimes I fall
And feel myself slowly wilt and die,
But then I suddenly spring back on my feet
To go play in the sun outside.
I am no different than the weather,
The planets or the trees;
For there do not always have to be reasons
For the seasons turning inside of me.
The magnetism that swirls
In the sky, land, and sea
Are the exact same currents found twirling
In the electric ocean within me.
I am a moving vessel of energy.
And if my emotions do not
Flow up, down,
Within and around,
Then I am not alive.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem