Abdul Hadi Ghazal

“So let there be prose.
There must be a divine prose for the Prophet to triumph”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems

“Be my lover between two wars waged in the mirror, she said.
I don't want to return now to the fortress of my father's house.
Take me to your vineyard.
Let me meet your mother.
Perfume me with basil water.
Arrange me on silver dishes, comb me,
imprison me in your name,
let love kill me.”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems

“Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems

“and when she went out it seemed to her that she too had migrated, that everyone migrates, even if we stay in the same houses our whole lives, because we can’t help it. We are all migrants through time.”
― Mohsin Hamid, Exit West