Hatem Asem

“And hands that might pour ice on your fire, if those lines slowly formed a circle and then aligned right when they interlaced, but they don't fit, and it's not a circle, and experiments are a must... But you know life and rules, and streets and weather, time and a bunch of other things that end up as "distance"... So you edit the lines in your mind to fit the ones on your hand,
And then the lines fold into a circle that can unfold into allegiance right when you feel like you need it to... But that's just it, Take away the smiles, the eyes, the streets, time, rules, and life, take away the distance and you end up with a hand that can't fit into yours, maybe even ones that don't want to allign.. No one to blame but the huge lines of yours in such tiny hands. How did we manage to have such huge lines in such small hands I don't know.”
― Mennah al Refaey

“Pull out a match and light up a million notes and a million words, consume the energy on papers like its fuel, and all the long lost feelings are your coal. Set the whole thing on fire and never look back, an expert on regrets and mistakes, tell the story as easy as a philosophical theory; devils disguised as angels, angels turning into devils, and the perfectionist in between always stuck in the middle. Tired and hurt, but angry till I burn, watching a sinner blaming life and life taking his side still, anyway I took my advice and kept the things I loved from day one aside, so I'm not alone and love is also taking my side. Save the date, it's 365 days in training, and we finally reached the end of our magical tragic failure and if you are smart then it's not a surprise; you know that my sky is not raining. Take out a match and burn this house down, it took me two seconds to figure out that I deserve solid better-looking ground. So let me feel the heat in my brain blow out and my heart beating in its place safe and sound inside.”
― Mennah al Refaey

“And so, you find yourself back to where you always go, back to the surface, a straight back, sky above, clear as a sleeping ocean, shaded with your favorite blue, calm enough to lay still, the perfect weight, an extra hand would drown you. A heart so full of water and mind only concerned with dreams, only concerned with you. You find yourself home, finding shelter in everything you love, finding a destination in everything you want, clearing up space for what you really should want, washing away false accusations and false desires as if they were nothing, making them nothing.
Now you are back to looking in what makes you, you. Finding your heart in everything that can't hurt him, and finally apologizing for leaving him alone outside of the water for 3 months without you. You find yourself home, that hug you needed is meaningless, it wouldn't have felt good, and it's a good thing we haven't really tried it. But let me tell you, once you get the courage to write, be thankful you have an inspiration.”
― Mennah al Refaey

“Like making your cup of coffee in the morning half asleep half awake and yet perfect... Like walking around in your room in complete darkness with tons of junk everywhere yet your step is perfect... Like reading your favorite book for the one-millionth time, reciting the words before you flip the page but the feeling gets better every time and gets so perfect.. Like driving down the same road over and over again but every time the flowers on the side are so perfect..like hearing the same laugh but when it's because of you, it gets even more perfect...Like sharing the same pair of eyes with half this world's population but yet his are the only ones that are perfect”
― Mennah al Refaey