Bãtöûl

“أجزم أن الوطن الذي ضاق بناسه إلى هذا الحد ، صار وسيعاً جداً بالأوجاع”
― حجي جابر, مرسى فاطمة

“Welcome, O Goldfinch! Come joyously. Be eager to act, and come as the fire. When you have burnt up your attachments the light of God will manifest itself more and more. Since your heart knows the secrets of God, remain faithful. When you have perfected yourself you will no longer exist.
But God will remain.”
― Farid ud-Din Attar

“Was it really my own, that image glimpsed in a flash? Am I really like that, from the outside, when—all the while living—I do not think of myself? For others, then, I am that stranger whom I surprised in a mirror; I am he and not the I whom I know; I am that one there whom I myself at first, upon becoming aware of him, did not recognize. I am that stranger whom I am unable to see living except like that, in a thoughtless second. A stranger whom others alone can see and know, not I.”
― Luigi Pirandello, One, No One, and One Hundred Thousand

“Do you recognize perhaps, also you, now, that a minute ago you were another?”
― Luigi Pirandello, Uno, nessuno, e centomila