Nema Al-Araby

“I'd rather be poor to my bones than be rich with your money, that is like a trigger, ready to be pulled in my face.”

“Not everyone talks in words.”

“Let's talk about nothing. Look me in the eyes. I'll swim into yours. And we'll just smile. Enough for the whole world to crash behind us.”

“You have to have a plot too, you know? Because without it, your life is less of a story and more of an empty paper.”

“At some point in reading, we realize we have to read not just the books that we'd enjoy, but the books that move us, touch us, those that break us and hurt us, those which remind us that we will always be the ignorant of this life. We have to read the books that make us so little, make us a speck of dust or a grain of sand in a galaxy, until we feed our minds with all the knowledge we need, which is infinite in itself.”

“You make me love books and the words inside them, because they talk about you. I know they do, they tell me that I love you, not as cliché as I write it, but in the warmest, deepest, calmest words I could ever read. I love you, like the books say it. And I'll find a better way to say it one day.”

“Mostly, we talk to impress. And sometimes we shut up to impress, too.”

“Write about patriotism, about victory and defeat. Write about revolutions and rebels and prisoners and wars. About emotions, of love and hatred and disappointment and regret. Intangible love and uncolored hatred and heartbreaking disappointments and abysmal regrets. Write about the seven deadly sins, about stealth and murder and gluttony and greed. Don’t forget to write about saints and sinners all the same. Write the poor and the rich using the same words, make them equal for once. Write about mothers who lost their children, about those who never had to lose; I challenge you to tell me which hurts more. Write about darkness and light, about light in the dark and darkness in the light. Remember to write about lost friendships, about those who never found a shoulder when life shut its lights dim, or those who kept the secret to their sadness within. Be fair to them too. Remind the world of those who always had someone to love but not someone to love them back, craft their nights and dreams carefully. Don’t forget the writers, who keep promises with words and silence. Be subtle. Be warm. Remember heartbeats and heartbreaks. Remember everything, remember all, equally.And then let the world remind you: Words will never be fair to whatever you write.”

“Make sure you don't carry the burden of the whole world on your shoulders, just in case someone needed them to cry.”

“حيّرني سؤالُكوأجبتُ فحيّرتني إجابتيثم تمنيت أنك لم تسألوأنّي لم أُجِبوأننا لم نَكُنأنت و أنا”

“And the cobwebs of timewould surrender,dormant, so that the rainbowsof new eras can emergeDespite the hollownessof you.”

“Ever, could I or could I not count the shadows of our being?”

“Please don't question the insane glaresJust give me today,And tomorrow,Tomorrowwe will matter.”

“Hear the heartbeats of a nationsilenced together on the impatientwinds of change,And deafen your ears to the words ofone. Melodized by emancipation..Then open your eyes,open your eyes for me:Darling, freedom to you isa freedom to none.”

“It's ridiculous to think that taking out words will heal hearts,because a palm-sized box is just not enough for the anger of this world.”

“I'm an alien in my own world, a writer without words, a musician without a piano, a magician without a wand. I am fooled by infinite words that rush in my blood, yet imprisoned by the very thoughts of silence. I'm a gray green fallow leaf on trees and abandoned on the streets, a never-ending spring season and an eternal autumn. I'm the golden of the sun and the silver of the moon, the fog of dawn and the amber of dusk. I'm the white and the red flag , the obedient and the rebel. I am the coward in the brave, and the child in the man. I am, but a writer.”

“Don't let yourself be amazed by the imagination of a writer and his words, writers are almost all the time in a love-hate relationship with words.”

“A deeper thought on the surface is exactly the paradox we need.”

“Silence is a great companion when words are devoid of meanings.”

“Is it crazy to say that I sometimes don't understand what I write but I write it anyway, because maybe someone, somewhere, somehow, would feel what I didn't?”

“Write when you least feel like it,Because that's when you write best.”

“The possibility of truth has become a delusion to those who made their own disguise the truth.”

“If you observe the pace of my breaths, you won't need to listen to my words.”

“Questions that will free you might have answers that will imprison you again.”

“I'd rather let you cover all my roads with thorns than with dead roses.”