Arianna

“لا وعينيك يا حبيبة روحي لم أعُد فيك هائما فاستريحي
سكنت ثورتي فصار سواء أن تليني أو تجنحي للجموح
واهتدت حيرتي فسيان عندي أن تبوحي بالحب أو لا تبوحي
وخيالي الذي سما بك يوماً يا له اليوم من خيال كسيح
والفؤاد الذي سكنت الحنايا منه أودعته مهب الريح
لا وعينيك ما سلوتك عمري فاستريحي وحاذري أن تريحي”
― كامل الشناوي

“I hear the question upon your lips: What is it to be a colour?

Colour is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness. Because I’ve listened to souls whispering – like the susurrus of the wind – from book to book and object to object for tens or thousands of years, allow me to say that my touch resembles the touch of angels. Part of me, the serious half, calls out to your vision while the mirthful half sours through the air with your glances.

I’m so fortunate to be red! I’m fiery. I’m strong. I know men take notice of me and that I cannot be resisted.

I do not conceal myself: For me, delicacy manifests itself neither in weakness nor in subtlety, but through determination and will. So, I draw attention to myself. I’m not afraid of other colours, shadows, crowds or even of loneliness. How wonderful it is to cover a surface that awaits me with my own victorious being! Wherever I’m spread, I see eyes shine, passions increase, eyebrows rise and heartbeats quicken. Behold how wonderful it is to live! Behold how wonderful to see. I am everywhere. Life begins with and returns to me. Have faith in what I tell you.”
― Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red

“And I just know that this memory will be forever burned into my brain, because this kind of magic - the kind that can't be conjured with a spell, where everything is just right, and all your problems vanish for three perfect minutes - doesn't happen everyday.”
― Michelle Krys, Hexed