Friday, June 27, 2014
حين يصبح المألوف غير مريح
تتغير المعطيات ويظل المكان.
فيذكرك المكان الذي لم يتغير بالمعطيات القديمة التي تغيرت.
حينها، يصبح المألوف غير مريح.
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Wednesday, June 18, 2014
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.
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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.
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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.
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Sunday, April 13, 2014
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.
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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.
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