Muniza

“الناس صنفان :إما أخ لك في الدين أو نظير لك في الخلق”
― الإمام علي بن ابي طالب

“If greed were not the master of modern man--ably assisted by envy--how could it be that the frenzy of economism does not abate as higher "standards of living" are attained, and that it is precisely the richest societies which pursue their economic advantage with the greatest ruthlessness? How could we explain the almost universal refusal on the part of the rulers of the rich societies--where organized along private enterprise or collective enterprise lines--to work towards the humanisation of work? It is only necessary to assert that something would reduce the "standard of living" and every debate is instantly closed. That soul-destroying, meaningless, mechanical, monotonous, moronic work is an insult to human nature which must necessarily and inevitably produce either escapism or aggression, and that no amount of of "bread and circuses" can compensate for the damage done--these are facts which are neither denied nor acknowledged but are met with an unbreakable conspiracy of silence--because to deny them would be too obviously absurd and to acknowledge them would condemn the central preoccupation of modern society as a crime against humanity.”
― E.F. Schumacher, Small Is Beautiful: Economics as if People Mattered

“يأتي ويذهب
يأتي حين أنفصل
عن الظلال وأنسى موعدي معه

لا نلتقي ابدا
في وقتنا خلل..
ولا يلوح عن بعد ...لأتبعه

كأنه الشعر..
او ما يترك الحجل
من الخيال ويغويني لأُرجعه

ما الشيء هذا الذي
يأتي ولا يصل
الا غيابا ،فأخشى أن اضيعه

لا شيء، أحلم احيانا
وأرتجل
حلما يعانق حلما كي نوسعه

فلا أكون سوى حلمي..
ولي جبل
ملقى على الغيم ، يدعوني لأرفعه

أعلى من الغيم إشراقا
وبي امل
يأتي ويذهب..
لكن لن اودعه..”
― محمود درويش, لا أريد لهذي القصيدة أن تنتهي

“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