Summer MH

“I exist.’ In thousands of agonies — I exist. I’m tormented on the rack — but I exist! Though I sit alone in a pillar — I exist! I see the sun, and if I don’t see the sun, I know it’s there. And there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“يكفي أن تبدأ حكايتك بثانياً حتى ينقلب العالم.
ابدأ حكايتك من " ثانياً" تصبح سهام الهنود الحمر هي المجرمة الأصلية، وبنادق البيض هي الضحية الكاملة!
يكفي أن تبدأ حكايتك من " ثانياً" حتى يصبح غضب السود على الرجل الأبيض هو الفعل الوحشي.
يكفي أن تبدأ حكايتك من " ثانياً" حتى يصبح غاندي هو المسؤول عن مآسي البريطانيين.
يكفي أن تبدأ حكايتك من " ثانياً" حتى يصبح الفيتنامي المحروق هو الذي اساء إلى إنسانية النابالم.
وتصبح أغاني "فكتور هارا" هي العار وليس رصاص بينوشيه الذي حصد الآلاف في استاد سنتياجو.
يكفي أن تبدأ حكايتك من " ثانياً" حتى تصبح ستي أم عطا هي المجرمة وآرييل شارون هو ضحيتها.
رأيت رام الله”
― مريد البرغوثي, رأيت رام الله

“What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. Yet I am not a cretin: lame, blind and stupid. I am not a veteran, passing my legless, armless days in a wheelchair. I am not that mongoloidish old man shuffling out of the gates of the mental hospital. I have much to live for, yet unaccountably I am sick and sad. Perhaps you could trace my feeling back to my distaste at having to choose between alternatives. Perhaps that's why I want to be everyone - so no one can blame me for being I. So I won't have to take the responsibility for my own character development and philosophy. People are happy - - - if that means being content with your lot: feeling comfortable as the complacent round peg struggling in a round hole, with no awkward or painful edges - no space to wonder or question in. I am not content, because my lot is limiting, as are all others. People specialize; people become devoted to an idea; people "find themselves." But the very content that comes from finding yourself is overshadowed by the knowledge that by doing so you are admitting you are not only a grotesque, but a special kind of grotesque.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“And I seem to have such strength in me now, that I think I could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, " I exist". In thousands of agonies - I exist. I'm tormented on the rack - but I exist! Though I sit alone on a pillar - I exist!! I see the sun, and if I don't see the sun, I know it's there. And there's a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov