Abdelkarim Benabdallah

“I have a sickness doctors can't cure,
Inexorably pulling me to the well of my destruction,
Consented to be a sacrifice, killed for her love,
Eager, like the drunk gulping wine mixed with poison,
Shameless were those my nights,
Yet my soul loved them beyond all passion.”
― Ibn Hazm, طوق الحمامة في الألفة والألاف

“ابسألك ...
حنا نعيش اللحظه والا نعدها ...
نركض على سطور الزمن ...
ونقرا من كتاب الزمن ... صفحه ...
عشان الصفحة اللي بعدها ...
أجمل من نجوم السما ...
إني أنا وانتي ... انتساءل ...
يا ترى ... يا ترى وش بعدها”
― بدر بن عبدالمحسن, ما ينقش العصفور في تمرة العذق

“Why do I read?
I just can't help myself.
I read to learn and to grow, to laugh
and to be motivated.
I read to understand things I've never
been exposed to.
I read when I'm crabby, when I've just
said monumentally dumb things to the
people I love.
I read for strength to help me when I
feel broken, discouraged, and afraid.
I read when I'm angry at the whole
world.
I read when everything is going right.
I read to find hope.
I read because I'm made up not just of
skin and bones, of sights, feelings,
and a deep need for chocolate, but I'm
also made up of words.
Words describe my thoughts and what's
hidden in my heart.
Words are alive--when I've found a
story that I love, I read it again and
again, like playing a favorite song
over and over.
Reading isn't passive--I enter the
story with the characters, breathe
their air, feel their frustrations,
scream at them to stop when they're
about to do something stupid, cry with
them, laugh with them.
Reading for me, is spending time with a
friend.
A book is a friend.
You can never have too many.”
― Gary Paulsen, Shelf Life: Stories by the Book

“Knowledge is the conformity of the object and the intellect”
― AverroEs, Decisive Treatise and Epistle Dedicatory