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this is a verse from a poem in Arabic by the Egyptian poet Ibrahim Naji, which talks about being the state of being so in love with one who’s not there anymore by any circumstances.
the poem’s under the name "أين غدُ؟" which literally translates to “where’s tomorrow?”, which for a while, is a little odd. we usually ask about time using “when” which in arabic is متى, so why did the poem use “where”?
the obvious answer to the logically correct question is going to be after midnight, or for example when the sun rises. but here, the poet is asking when is “tomorrow” coming, by tomorrow he’s referring to one day in the future he will meet his loved one in, so in what “tomorrow” is he going to meet his lover again?
he knows he will never meet them again, so the answer to “when’s tomorrow” would never exist in the first place. but the question indicates a very logical everyday phenomenon. the future.
for that, the question is replaced with “where’s tomorrow?” where is the day that i am going to meet my loved one? is it situated near me? or far away from me? no one’s going to know, you can only answer about time with time, never with distance.
arabic is fourth dimensional.
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