Mohammad SRour

“أغارُ على حرْفٍ يكونُ منِ اسمِها .. إذا ما رأتهُ العينُ في خطّ كاتب”
― بهاء الدين زهير, ديوان بهاء الدين زهير

“يَزْدادُ شعريَ حُسناً حينَ أذكرُكُم .. إنّ المليحة َ فيها يحسنُ الغزلُ”
― بهاء الدين زهير, ديوان بهاء الدين زهير

“وللعُيُونِ رِسالاتٌ مُرَدَّدَة .. تدري القلوبُ معانيها ونخفيها”
― بهاء الدين زهير, ديوان بهاء الدين زهير

“The wind began to blow again. It was the levanter, the wind that came from Africa. It didn't bring with it the smell of the desert, nor the threat of Moorish invasion. Instead, it brought the scent of a perfume he knew well, and the touch of a kiss—a kiss that came from far away, slowly, slowly, until it rested on his lips.
The boy smiled. It was the first time she had done that.
"I'm coming, Fatima," he said.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist