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“Write me what you're wearing! Is it warm?
Write me how you lie! Do you lie there softly?
Write me how you look! Is it still the same?
Write me what you're missing! Is it my arm?

Write me how you are! Have you been spared?
Write me what they're doing! Do you have enough courage?
Write me what you're doing! Is it good?
Write me, who are you thinking of? Is it me?

Freely, I've given you only my questions.
And I hear the answers, how they fall.
When you're tired, I can't carry it for you.

If you're hungry, I have nothing for you to eat.
And so now I leave the world
No longer there, as if I've forgotten you.”
― Bertolt Brecht

“Any form of art is a form of power; it has impact, it can affect change – it can not only move us, it makes us move.”
― Ossie Davis

“للأبد ؟
ـ ماذا ؟
ـ ستظل تحبني للأبد ؟
ـ حتى تحترق النجوم وحتى ..
تفنى العوالم ..

حتى تتصادم الكواكب، وتذبل الشموس ..
وحتى ينطفئ القمر، وتجف البِحار والأنهار ..

حتى أشيخ فتتآكل ذكرياتي..
حتى يعجز لساني عن لفظ اسمك..
حتى ينبض قلبي للمرة الأخيرة ..

فقط عند ذلك ربما أتوقف
ربما ..”
― أحمد خالد توفيق

“O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus, L’été