Fatma Elsayed

“One man gathers what another man spills”
― Robert Hunter, A Box of Rain: Lyrics, 1965-1993

“I don’t know how they do it. I don’t know how anybody
does it, waking up every morning and eating and moving
from the bus to the assembly line, where the teacherbots
inject us with Subject A and Subject B, and passing
every test they give us. Our parents provide the list of
ingredients and remind us to make healthy choices: one
sport, two clubs, one artistic goal, community service, no
grades below a B, because really, nobody’s average, not
around here. It’s a dance with complicated footwork and
a changing tempo.
I’m the girl who trips on the dance floor and can’t find
her way to the exit. All eyes on me.”
― Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls

“While I'm not claiming that I now feel great love for all people, I can state with some confidence that I hate fewer people than I used to. This may seem like a weak claim to personal growth, but sometimes these things should be judged by distance traveled rather than by current position.”
― Andrew Davidson

“فكيف يسجن البحر في أحرف ثلاثة
ثانيها طافح بالملح؟ كيف تتسع الحروف لك هذه
الكلمات؟ وكيف تتسع الكلمات لاحتضان العالم”
― محمود درويش, في حضرة الغياب