Arresting a Fleeting Moment Incomplete Works 5

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“My heart tonight is weary with a wound, sad as black rain, in a poor, remote train station… Even sounds pain me, even words of love exhaust me… For my heart tonight is weary like a wound, and all that surrounds us yearns for silence and tranquility… But people speak, substituting sound for meaning, chattering… chattering… and never silent for a moment, perhaps for fear of hearing the voice of their depths, words… words… words, scattering into the void…”

Thus Ghada al-Samman emerges from the balconies of writing: in her depths lies the certainty of adventure, and in her words, a dimension that embraces the inner space and a light that devours the darkness of the outside. In these texts, she is as you have never read her before… Her longing seems like a longing for the absolute.