Yet Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves,

In my eyes, you seemed to lack a lot. you lacked maturity, manners, and thought. You also lacked worries, gloominess, concerns, or reasons to cry. So whenever I looked at you… I was annoyed.

Neşe

Gittiğim her yere neşemi hep yanımda taşıdım. Sevincimi en çok çevremdekiler sever, biliyorum çünkü; Hüzünlü sessizlikler ve çökük gözler insanlara kendi küçük acılarını hatırlatır. Son zamanlarda, "neşem" yavaş yavaş kayboluyor. Bir süre konuşmayı kestim, ruhum yorgundu. İnsanların sustuğunda ortadan kaybolduğu söylenir. Keşke bir iki kelime söyleseydim, saçma da olsa, çünkü kendi sessizliğimde boğulmak üzereyim gibi geliyor.

"Yorgunluğumu tüm geniş omuzlardan çıkardım

ve başımı arabanın camına yaslamayı seçtim."

The most beautiful sea, hasn't been crossed yet. The most beautiful child, hasn't grown up yet. Our most beautiful days, we haven't seen yet. And the most beautiful words, I wanted to tell you I haven't said yet...

― Nâzım Hikmet

First isolated moments

“Nothing is ever as beautiful as the first isolated moments with someone who might be able to love you — with someone you yourself might be able to love. There is nothing as silent as these minutes, nothing so saturated with sweet anticipation. It is for these few minutes that we love, not for the many that follow. Never again, they realize, would anything so beautiful ever happen to them. They might be happier, more impassioned, too, and infinitely satiated with their own bodies and with each other’s. But never again would it be so beautiful.”

Stig Dagerman, A Moth to a Flame (Burnt Child)

My Brother

I will never forgive my twin brother after abandoning me for a whole seven minutes inside my mother’s womb.

He left me there alone, terrified of the dark, floating like an astronaut in that viscous liquid, listening to how on the other side they were kissing and adoring him.

Those were the seven longest minutes of my life, and which destined him to be the first born and my mother’s favorite. After that, I would always make sure to leave places before Pablo; the bedroom, the house, school, the theater… even if it meant missing the end of a movie.

One day I got distracted and my brother left before I did, and while he was watching me with his adorable smile, a car came by and hit him.

When my twin brother died, my mother grabbed his body and yelled my name. I have not corrected her since then...

I died and my brother lived.

My Brother – Rafael Noboa

We used to meet at dusk Sitting on the old bridge While fog surrounds the hills It covers the road past our sight

No one knows where we are Only the sky and the autumn leafs When you said "I love you" The miserable clouds disappeared

-Al Rahbani Brothers

Bir anı hatırlayıp gülen, sonra o anın sahibini kaybettiğini anlayan biri için en kötü duygu

Self-taught

The failed echo will help me And the tyrannical secrets inspire me! Times of resounding anxiety And a storm hugs me tightly Here the cities of contradiction contain me The countryside of art precedes it I am drawn to the current by self-taught people My heart is steadfast in the war alone

And despite the hatred I prepare for the feverish blindness!

Sakina Al-Sharif