Kiss from Dura

“Think of me when you'll see the last sunrise.”

[binhayat]

“In my head we are still chasing the sunset.”

–Ben Maxfield

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– Peace be upon those who are smiling despite the sorrow of the heart.

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‏أنِيري مَكانَ البَدْرِ إنْ أفَلَ البَدْرُ وَقومِي مَقَامَ الشَّمسِ ما اسْتَأخَرَ الفَجْرُ

قيس بن الملوح

Translation:

“Light up the sky in place of the moon if the moon dies, and rise in place of the sun if the dawn doesn’t come”

Qais Ibn Almulawah

[heartial]

sau·da·de

/souˈdädə/

noun

desire to be near someone or something distant; a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia

[binhayat]

The hidden flowers of streets of London 1987.

“The muslim women like the poems just few people can understand their world..they're like roses, because they have two predictable sides: if there're better days, they'll blossom, but if they've to fight they can make revolution..”

/an unknown British journalist/

[binhayat]

“..and You, You are the resurrection.”

–[a morning duaa]

[binhayat]

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[binhayat]

“Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams while they're evaporating.”

–Mahmoud Darwish

[binhayat]

It's also find to die in our beds On a clean pillow and among our friends.

It's fine to die, once, our hands crossed on our chests empty and pale with no scratches, no chains, no banners, and no petitions.

It's fine to have an undustful death, no holes in our shirts, and no evidence in our ribs.

It's fine to die, with a white pillow, not the pavement, under our cheeks, our hands resting in those of our loved ones surrounded by desperate doctors and nurses, with nothing left but a graceful farewell, paying no attention to history, leaving this world as it is, hoping that, someday, someone else will change it.

–Mourad Barghouti (It's also Fine)

[binhayat]

“Life is like roses. Every fiction sheet and every thorn is fact.”

– Ghassan Kanafani

[binhayat]

Do what makes your soul shine.

[binhayat]

Sabr/صبر

[binhayat]

“For the children who didn't know that a world could believe in them, I'm sorry. For the ones who come from countries conquered like moons, may our languages live on beautifully somewhere. When they say “go back to where you came from” you think of running into a house on fire and making a home of it. When they stare that long and hard, you think of seas long gone swallowing you whole. When they call you things that could break a whole country open, you think of your mother's face. Children of revolution. Child of iron hearts. You write about a world that loves you better. It's a language no one else understands.”

–Western dreams

[binhayat]

“..Her name was Magdalena.”

[binhayat]

“And my soul was free because I rebelled against lies.”