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“بكوا في أول الأمر ثم ألفوا وتعودوا. إن الإنسان يعتاد كل شيء. يا له من حقير”
― فيودور دوستويفسكي, الجريمة والعقاب 1

“The first time my heart broke, I thought back to
the day in my childhood when a piece of glass went
through my finger after an ill-fated cartwheel.
I was eleven years old.
My mother and I were in our bathroom cleaning
up the wound. She dribbled peroxide onto the cut.
It fizzed and burned; I winced at the pain.
It needs to burn so you know it’s healing,
she explained.
That small exchange during my adolescence helped
me learn to appreciate the pain pulsating from my
broken heart. In spite of the severity of my wound,
I knew the healing process had already begun.”
― Alicia Cook, Stuff I've Been Feeling Lately

“أنا حي بالرغم من أنني لا أشعر بالألم”
― Mahmoud Darwish-محمود درويش, أثر الفراشة

“there is always that space there
just before they get to us
that space
that fine relaxer
the breather
while say
flopping on a bed
thinking of nothing
or say
pouring a glass of water from the
spigot
while entranced by
nothing

that
gentle pure
space

it's worth

centuries of
existence

say

just to scratch your neck
while looking out the window at
a bare branch

that space
there
before they get to us
ensures
that
when they do
they won't
get it all

ever.
--It's Ours”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense