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“تضع يديها على كتفي وتضغطني إلى الأسفل طالبةً مني أن أتربع على الأرض. أستجيب من دون أن أعرف مرادها. تجلس فوقي وتضع أصابعهاعلى قرعة رأسي. تبدو برأسها كالدجاجة المنحنية على صوص. "وْلُك شو عم تعملي، ليش مركّزة براسي متل البسينات؟" تضحك. "ولُك روق"، تقول. "عندك شاميّة كبيرة هون. نابقة لبرات راسك. منيح اللي ما جرحك الحلاق وهوي عم يحلقلك راسك". "وين وين؟"، أسألها. تستمر بالضحك. "ولُكْ ما بتعرف إنو عندك شامية؟ حدن ما بيعرف راسو؟" تنهض وهي تضحك عائدة إلى كمبيوترها، وأبقى أنا أكتشف رأسي لأول مرة.”

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Book:ما رواه النوم
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“He looks out the window at the falling snow, then turns and takes his wife in his arms, feeling grateful to be here even as he wonders what he is going to do with his life in strictly practical terms. For years he had trained himself to do one thing, and he did it well, but he doesn't know whether he wants to keep doing it for the rest of his life, for that matter, whether anyone will let him. He is still worrying when they go to bed. Feeling his wife's head nesting in the pillow below his shoulder, he is almost certain that they will find ways to manage. They've been learning to get by with less, and they'll keep learning. It seems to him as if they're taking a course in loss lately. And as he feels himself falling asleep he has an insight he believes is important, which he hopes he will remember in the morning, although it is one of those thoughts that seldom survive translation to the language of daylight hours: knowing that whatever plenty befalls them together or separately in the future, they will become more and more intimate with loss as the years accumulate, friends dying or slipping away undramatically into the crowded past, memory itself finally flickering and growing treacherous toward the end; knowing that even the children who may be in their future will eventually school them in the pain of growth and separation, as their own parents and mentors die off and leave them alone in the world, shivering at the dark threshold.”

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Book:Brightness Falls
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