نجوم بلا طلب

لا تخيّب ظننا النجوم، تظهر دائمًا بلا طلب.

.

.

Glimpses of a Person

It's difficult when you can no longer recognize someone, when you look at the face, but no longer understand how it's the same person. You see glimpses of your person for a mere split second, and then it dissolves as fast as it came, and you end up looking desperately for that familiar face you saw for just a moment.

.

.

Those who have seen you

Those who have seen you cry, those who have witnessed your tears, have seen something so close, so deep, so sacred.

.

.

أرجوك لا تقرر بالنيابة عني

أرجوك لا تقرر بالنيابة عني، حتى وإن كنت تفعل ذلك مراعاة لي.

لا تظن أنك تسدي إلي معروفا حين تفترض ما أريده.

أسألني فقط، احترم رغبتي في الاختيار بنفسي. هذا كل ما أطلبه.

.

.

A Crying Lady

I once saw a lady with her face in her hands. When she lifted her head, she was crying. I stepped towards her, but then turned back.

If I were in her place I wouldn't want to explain to a stranger why I was crying. But I still feel bad that I walked away.

.

.

A sparkle in her eye

And she lived with a tear in her eye, a tear that nobody ever noticed, a tear that everyone thought was just a sparkle in her eye.

.

.

A paper, pen, and nausea

One knows that they will become nauseated while reading in a car, or while holding a pen and writing on a plane. Yet, one reads and writes till they reach the fine line between nausea and vomiting, and are forced to stop almost against their will.

Do a paper and pen, alone or together, have that much power over their holder? Power that overwhelms them so strongly, that they no longer recognise their own discomfort till it's far too late.

.

.