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“نص قصير هن أمي عندما وجدت منديل صلاة وقرآناً على طاولتي، اكتشفت حكايتين سريتين بالصدفة الواحدة... تقول الحكاية أن امرأة مع نهاية كل يوم، كانت تنتظر أن أخلد للنوم، كي تعدّ لي وجبة الدعاء... كانت تعدّها قلقاً قلقا، وصلاةً صلاة، على خرزات مسبحتها الطويلة... تحوّل مكتبي إلى مائدة للملائكة الطيبين، تحقن الدعاء في الهواء مؤونة لبقاء العافية. ما أشقاني!! كنت أشم كل صباح رائحة البخور والعطور وأظن أن جيراننا تذكروا أحبابهم الغائبين... تقول الحكاية أيضاً، أنها تلك الليلة، وقد دخلت الفراش حزيناً ومتعباً، لشدة ما تضرعت أمي لله، تملكها وجع في الحلق وضيق في النفس فقامت متعبة إلى فراشها تاركةً عن غير قصد، منديلها المبلل بالدمع على طاولتي... لقد تركت أيضاً قلبي مكسوراً بين يديها... وطرفي مبلولاً على حبل غسيلها منذ تلك اللحظة، حتى كتابة هذه السطور... كل عام وأمهاتنا قناديلنا”

“When you write the ending, Monique, tell everyone that it is the people I miss. Tell everyone that I got it wrong. That I chose the wrong things most of the time. When you write the ending, Monique, make sure the reader understands that all I was ever really looking for was family. Make sure it's clear that I found it. Make sure they know that I am heartbroken without it. Spell it out if you have to. Say that Evelyn Hugo doesn't care if everyone forgets her name. Evelyn Hugo doesn't care if everyone forgets she was ever alive. Better yet, remind them that Evelyn Hugo never existed. She was a person I made up for them. So that they would love me. Tell them that I was confused, for a very long time, about what love was. Tell them that I understand it now, and I don't need their love anymore. Say to them, "Evelyn Hugo just wants to go home. It's time for her to Bo to her daughter, and her lover, and her best friend, and her mother Tell them Evelyn Hugo says good-bye.”

“When I play out the scenario in fast-forward, I can barely stand to watch it. He'll say something wonderful at some point, and I'll start to believe he means it, despite all evidence to the contrary. And then I'll start to like him or love him or feel something that I swear I've never felt before. And then one day, when I'm in too deep, he'll stop liking me or loving me, for one reason or another. And I'll be left with a hole in my heart.”

“Khizar, you know, at the centre of a Black Hole, space-time curves to an infinite point known as a “singularity” where all matter is destroyed.” “Yes, that’s is the essence of a Black Hole.” I replied while squeezing her hand. “Khizar, remember. If someone wants to kill a woman, all he has to do is just win her heart and then leave her. She will find her way to the Black Hole. To the singularity where everything is destroyed.” I assured her that I would go to the last extent to ensure that neither she nor I fall in that Black Hole. She looked up to the ceiling as if she was looking into the vast universe above and said, “I hope so, Khizar. I trust you. But if you fall into a black hole for any reason, do you know what will happen? You will see the entire future of the Universe unfold in front of you in a matter of moments. Afterward, you will emerge into another space-time created by the Singularity of the Black Hole you just fell into. Khizar, you will see me there, waiting for you!”

“She closed her eyes and prayed, prayed that he may still run after her and tell her to come back. He didn't and she kept walking. She began to cry. She felt lost. She felt confused. How could a love so pure be so corrupt? How could heaven turn into hell in a blink of an eye. Never one to pray, she couldn't help but look up at the night sky and ask God, is this it for me? Is it my curse to always have this emptiness in my soul?”

“Combustion (Sonnet 1035) You only see the light of the sun, But not the combustion agony. You only see the act of creation, But not the pain of creativity. You only see the light of genius, But not the price of genius. You only see the flight of triumph, But not the tragedies one has to cross. You are replenished by the monsoon rain, You got no clue ‘bout the burden of the cloud. You only see the glamor of my victory, Not the heartbreaks I don't scream out loud. Everybody wants to shine, that is no glory. Only those with character can bear combustion agony.”

“We both were sitting on the bench in front of the church. My hand gently ran through her hair as she rested her head on my lap, both of us lost in the moment when she suddenly said, “Khizar, do you remember Prof Sexena’s lecture about binary stars? “Yes, I vaguely remember” I replied while politely pinching her nose. “Binary stars are a set of two stars, a nova, and a supernova. They keep on circling around each other for centuries like mad lovers. However, there is a difference. The nova star explosively sheds its light but never dies while the supernova will ultimately die in a huge explosion" She took my hand in her hands, pressed it softly and said, "Khizar , I do not know why but sometimes I feel you are the nova who will keep on shedding its light but I am the unfortunate supernova who is destined to end in a huge explosion no one would ever see.”

“She listened intently, nodding sympathetically, and when I had finished, she spoke again, "Khizar, I understand your pain. Life can be difficult, and at times, it can seem as though there is no hope. But you must remember that like the river, life is constantly flowing, and change is inevitable. The key is to keep moving forward, to keep pushing through the challenges, and to never lose sight of your dreams. Do not give up hope, my friend, for the future is full of possibilities.”

“Looking back on everything, I still can't specifically locate the point of inflection. I don't have the answer to where exactly it all went wrong. Maybe life got in the way. But that answer doesn't entirely make sense to me. Life always gets in the way, even when you are with everyone you could possibly imagine and even when you are not. I guess it's not about life getting in the way but rather about the degree to which we allow it to. Maybe there wasn't a specific point of inflection but a series of points and turns along the way.”

“I've been able to get most people I've wanted, but this one still hurts. Which just shows that the exception proves the rule: when I can get someone, I have to leave them before they leave me, because I'm not enough and I'm about to be found out, but when someone I want doesn't choose me, that just proves I'm not enough and I've been found out. Heads they win, tails I lose. Either way, to this day if someone mentions her name, my stomach clenches.”

“Cardan ought to have been the boy with the heart of stone in Aslog's story, but somehow he had let his heart turn to glass. He could feel the shattered shards of it lodged in his lungs, making his every breath painful. Cardan had trusted Nicasia not to hurt him, which was ridiculous, since he well knew that everyone hurts one another and that the people you loved hurt you the most grievously. Since he was well aware that they both took delight in hurting everyone else that they could, how could he have thought himself safe?”

“I asked the universe to teach me how to love and I was sent you. I begged life for guidance and the light appeared as you lead. I bargained with the creator to fix my broken parts and you gave me another chance without taking a new perception of me. I pleaded with source to humble my ego and I heard raw pain in your 1st verbal warning, after my self-destruction recoiled. I cried out to the void asking for genuine love & protection and you avoided my offering of me. I demanded God to reassure me of my worth and you never looked back or returned to me.”

“I am curious about your change of heart.' ... For a long moment, Nicasia didn't speak. She picked at a fishcake. Cardan raised his eyebrows. 'Ah, you didn't make the choice to leave him, did you?' 'It's more complicated than that,' she told him. 'And it affects you as well.' 'Does it?' he inquired. 'You must listen! Locke's taken one of the mortal girls as his lover,' Nicasia said, obviously attempting to keep her voice from shaking. Cardan was silent, his thoughts thrown in to confusion. One of the mortal girls. 'You can't expect me to pity you,' he said finally, voice tight. 'No,' she said slowly. 'I expect you to laugh in my face and tell me that it's no more than I deserve.' She looked out toward Hollow Hall, miserable. 'But I think Locke means to humiliate you as much as he does me in doing this.. How does it look, after all, to steal your lover and then tire of her so quickly?' He didn't care how it made him look. He didn't care in the least. 'Which one?' Cardan asked. 'Which mortal girl?' 'Does it matter?' Nicasia was clearly exasperated. 'Either. Both.' It shouldn't matter. The human girls were insignificant, nothing. In fact, he ought to feel delighted that Nicasia had such swift cause to regret what she'd done. And if he felt even angrier than he had before, well then, he had no cause. 'At least you will have the pleasure of seeing what the Grand General does when Locke inevitably mishandles the situation.' 'That's not enough,' she said. 'What then?' 'Punish them.' She took his hands, her expression fierce. 'Punish all three of them. Convince Valerian he'd like tormenting the mortals. Force Locke to play along. Make them all suffer.' 'You should have led with that,' Cardan told her, getting to his feet. 'That I would have agreed to just for fun.”