These are times in which a genius would wish to live. It is not in the still calm of life, or the repose of a pacific station, that great characters are formed. ↗
اللهم قنى شر الحرص و الحذر و الحيطة,و أحينى طفلاً شجاعاً و أمتنى طفلاً شجاعاً.اللهم إنى لا أريد أن أكون محنكاً أبداً.
أريد لقلبى أن ينفجر و هو يقول ما فيه,و لا أريده أن يموت مطوياً على سره.
هذه حياتى و لست أملك حياة غيرها. ↗
He felt full of a dense and sour substance that was blocking his chest, and it wasn't grief. After all those years, life now seemed like no more than a trap, a maze, not even a maze, just a room that was all walls, no door. ↗
You won't understand this now, Saira. Later, perhaps. When you are older. When you learn that life is not only about the choices you make. That some of them will be made for you. ↗
