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Mo’een Hassouna Between reality and the trivialities of imagination, the idea entices, approaches, calls upon and roams around you. It reminds you of a childhood that is with you and installed in you; clinging to you like a shadow. It stirs up that voice that was always heard like the sound of moaning in the depth of the well, waiting for a passerby to succor and to quench you and to awaken in you the soul of the fighter. For now you are in a battle where there is no return or retreat, where all your strides are set forward. So stand steadfast in every step and do not allow the wind to push, defeat or shove you. Wake up. Do not sleep, for you have slept enough. Remove that veil away from your face and go on, for soon you leave behind the child and you grow old. And between those two realities, the waiting remains like a hovering dark cloud over the heads of all, so wait or do not wait at all. Mo’een Hassouna 2002 |
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