"كيف تريد أن تأتي يا عيد و ليس هناك سوى جثث أطفال لاستقبالك؟"
Harm de Blij, (The Power of Place:
Geography, Destiny, and Globalization’s Rough Landscape)
وليد محفوظ (via thealgerian)
Ibn Arabi 13th c. (via evamelnikova)
جبران خليل جبران
"I still believe that a human being does not die at once, but in a way, we die in pieces; whenever a friend departs, a piece dies, and whenever a lover leaves, a piece dies, and whenever a dream of our dreams is killed, a piece dies, then finally, the greater death arrives, only to see all our pieces long dead, so he picks them up and departs."(via abastract)
hillum said: على قد حبي لهدي الجملة وعلى قد استحضاري داايما ليها إلا إني كنت ما اجرؤ اكتبها او اقولها "للحب والحياة" بكيتيني لما كتبتيها في تويتر ،، بس اتوقع اني حكتبها كتير بعد كدا ،، شكرا
دائما و أبدا للحب و الحياة…فلا حياة دون حب و لا حب دون حياة
Why do we let fear decapitate us? It is all in our head. Sometimes, when we’ve gotten so used to being trapped within the circle of fear, we become even more scared when we face the slightest notion of actually leaving this circle into a safer territory. Sounds crazy, right? How could we be scared of a safer zone? The law of familiarity breeds this fear; we cannot break free easy of what we have been living with everyday.
So what do we do?
How can we jump into the safer circle? I’ve been asking myself this question for quite a while now. We need to attack the fear. We need to look at it as an outsider, trying to invoke us into being ok with it. To dig deep within ourselves and truly appreciate what we are made up of makes it easier to kick fear out for good.
We are special, each in their own way. We just don’t see it. Let’s for once, try really hard to do so.
It’s time to decapitate.
from its roots.