“You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.”

“Reading poetry is like undressing before a bath. You don’t undress out of fear that your clothes will become wet. You undress because you want the water to touch you. You want to completely immerse yourself in the feeling of the water and to emerge anew.”

“Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.”

“What will you do now with the gift of your left life?”

“Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.”

“I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?”

“because some thingssometimesaren’t ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to.”

“There are things that are not sayable. That’s why we have words.”

“it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too,have been bruised…by beauty.”

“Writing poetry is a passion, ignited by thoughts, fueled by ink. A way to travel through another mind, where souvenirs of tears are tucked away inside your soul. Or leave you with smiles for miles, depending on which route you go.”

“Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.”

“Sometimes I think,I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.”

“ولأنني رغم القبور..ورغم موت الأرضأرفض أن أموت”