A few days ago I got 2 cards from my dearest friend, meshmesha.
Why do I mention them here, I guess because I feel they are the first cards I ever get as a real mature adult, not by law or bilogical standard, but by emotional standard.
Her words touched my heart and I thank her for them, really.
Her cards are 2 different states.
For the first one she said the photo reminded her of me very much, why?, she said maybe because of the music part in the photo, or "propably" because of the black and white photography with a red spot in it. It may be because i'm a classical person. Or because I seem contradicting and smoothly blended at the same time, I may be having this ability to give a little shock to some people every once in a while despite this dull stillness I project sometimes. I don't know meshmesha, you choose or give the correct answer, these are my guesses.
For the second card, she thought the words on it are describing her status in the past year, well of course it's true. But meshmesh, you have no idea, when I read them I felt like crying, in a way it described how I dealt with alot of things in my life, for a long time, not only the past few years, and I always knew I was right, but maybe we need to see our thoughts and believes phrased beautifully from time to time.
Thank you meshmesha for those 2 cards :) you still have a question to answer, why did the first card remind you of me ?
ـ "... إن فى الإنسان منطقة عجيبة سحيقة لا تصل إليها الفضيلة ولا الرذيلة ، ولا تشع فيها شمس العقل والإرادة ، ولا ينطق لسان المنطق ، ولا تطاع القوانين والأوضاع ، ولا تتداول فيها لغة أو تستخدم كلمة ... إنما هى مملكة نائية عن عالم الألفاظ والمعاني ... كل مافيها شفاف هفاف يأتي بالأعاجيب فى طرفة عين ... يكفي أن ترن فى أرجائها نبرة ، أو تبرق لمحة ، أو ينشر شذا عطر ، حتى يتصاعد من أعماقها فى لحظة من الإحساسات والصور والذكريات ، ما يهز كياننا ويفتح نفوسنا على أشياء لا قبل لنا بوصفها ، ولا بتجسيدها ، ولو لجأ إلى أدق العبارات و أبرع اللغات ... " ـ
توفيق الحكيم
Within man lies a deep wondrous spot, to which neither virtue nor vice can reach. Upon which the sun of reason and will never rise. In which the mouth of logic never speaks, the laws and rules are never obeyed, and not a language is used nor a word is ever spoken.
It is a distant Kingdom, beyond words and meanings. With everything is a sheer murmur offering wonders in a blink. From the depths of which, suffice a single tone or a flash of mind or a scent of a perfum, to allow rise of emotions, pictures and memories, a rising that will shake our being and open ourselves to things we can neither describe nor materialize even if we used the most refined of phrases or the most skillful of languages.
Tawfiq Al-Hakim.
(My humble transalation of the arabic text)
Within man lies a deep wondrous spot, to which neither virtue nor vice can reach. Upon which the sun of reason and will never rise. In which the mouth of logic never speaks, the laws and rules are never obeyed, and not a language is used nor a word is ever spoken.
It is a distant Kingdom, beyond words and meanings. With everything is a sheer murmur offering wonders in a blink. From the depths of which, suffice a single tone or a flash of mind or a scent of a perfum, to allow rise of emotions, pictures and memories, a rising that will shake our being and open ourselves to things we can neither describe nor materialize even if we used the most refined of phrases or the most skillful of languages.
Tawfiq Al-Hakim.
(My humble transalation of the arabic text)
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