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Dreaming of Hiraeth

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“I closed my eyes and leaned my head back to face the boundless sky above covered by the darkness of my eyelids, and asked for mercy when there was none; ask for justice where there was corruption; for fleeting light in the sinking darkness; for life when there was only death and an accompanying silence; for rain in the blazing fire, where flames rose and burned and became a paroxysm of war and peace, of beauty and ugliness, of arrival and departure, of the awakened and those asleep, of content and sorrow, of sun and moon.”

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Book:Dreaming of Hiraeth
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“تذكر ألا تقترب كثيرًا للورود؛ هي لن تعطيك حبًا طاهرًا مثل حبي أبدًا بل هي مخادعة تآثرك بجمالها ورائحتها وما إن تقترب حتى تجرحك بـ أشواكها أما أنا فـ برغم كوني كالصبار أخترت أن تنبت أشواكي بداخلي منذ أن أحببتك حتى لا تمسَّك في يومٍ ما ولكنك بكل أسفٍ فضلت أن تنخدع بـ المظاهرِ على المجازفةِ ولذلك صدقني لن تجد أحد يحبك بكل صدق رغم سوداويته كما فعلت أنا.”

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Author:مي عز الدين
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“الرابعة فجرًا أحتسي فنجان من القهوة ممزوجًا بالأرق غير مبالية بـ محاولات أمي المتكرره لـ لفت نظري لهذا السواد المحتل أسفل عيناي تاركة ما تبقى من روحي لعقلي مُجبرةً يقولون دائمًا إن فراغ القلب يملأه الحب، ولكن ماذا عن فراغ الروح..؟ روحًا هشه شوهت الحياة نقائها ولم يتبقى منها سوى رماد متعبة.. متعبة من الركض في متاهة عقلي تلك وأنا أعلم إنها بلا مخرج متبعة من ذاتي.. من ذلك الأنفصام الذي أعيشه، من الشخصان اللذان أنا عليهما متعبة من تناقضهما وذلك الصراع الذي ينشب بينهم كل يوم فـ أحدهما يمقتني والآخر يشفق عليّ متعبة من سقوطي في تلك الفجوة الزمنية؛ الماضي يطاردني ولا أشعر بالحاضر وأخاف المستقبل..”

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Author:مي عز الدين
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“Kensing walked up the six steps and pushed at the button next to the door of his old house on Anza Street. He still thought of it as his house and it made him sick to see how far Ann had let the place go. The once bright and appealing yellow paint had faded to a jaundiced pallor and was peeling everywhere. The white trim had gone gray. The shutter by the window nearest him hung at a cockeyed angle. The window boxes themselves had somehow misplaced even their dirt, to say nothing of the flowers he'd labored to establish in them. Back when he and Ann were good, they'd always kept the house up, even with all the hours they spent at their jobs. They'd found the time. Now he looked down and saw that the corners of the stoop had collected six months' worth of debris-flattened soda cans, old newspapers and advertising supplements still soaked from the recent storm, candy wrappers, and enough dirt, he thought, to make a start of refilling the window boxes.”

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Book:The Oath
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