Oh darling what kind of nation is this? Policing love like a dirty cop. Considering the rose a conspiracy against the regime. Considering the poem a manifesto of the underground. What kind of nation is this? Talking like a Holy man all day, and woozy over a woman’s navel all night. Deleting love’s material from curricula. Deleting poetry, and women’s eyes. What kind of nation is this? Going to war with every rain cloud. Opening a classified file for every breast, and filing a police report for every rose. - Nizar Qabbani
Funny how little the Middle East has changed since Qabbani’s time…
Human beings are members of a whole, in creation of one essence and soul. If one member is afflicted with pain, other members uneasy will remain. If you have no empathy for human pain, the name of human you cannot retain - Saadi
My Tumblr brethren, please spread this photo…
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
in American we say “do fries come with that shake” when someone with a cute patootie walks by
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“Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again;
For I am like the Moon,
you will see me with new face everyday.”
― Rumi
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