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I remember the feeling as well, as if I were caught in a fog, unable to see my way forward or back. The past was a shadow behind me, the future a looming mountain ahead. I felt lost, like a ship without a compass l- stuck between all that could be and all that was

nocturne , excerpts from my journals

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خوشا آنانکه الله یارشان بی How blessed are the ones for whom God is their friend — Baba Taher, 11th century Sufi poet

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Pashtun women, Afghanistan, by Fatimah Hossaini

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"In order for me to write poetry that isn't political, I must listen to the birds and in order to hear the birds, the warplanes must be silent."

-- Marwan Makhoul

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Village pottery maker, Afghanistan, 1969

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“When I rushed off pretending I had so much to do, it was usually to go and lie down in my room.”

Franz Kafka, Letter to my Father

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you claim you haven’t done enough nice things for me, but is there anything nicer, any greater honor you can show me than simply being with me and allowing me to sit in front of you?

letters to milena // franz kafka