Maryam

“They danced in silence for several long moments, spinning together and apart, a slower version of their cadence in the ring. And then, out of nowhere, Lila asked, “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you ask me to dance?”
He almost smiled. A ghost. A trick of the light. “So you couldn’t run away again before I said hello.”
“Hello,” said Lila.
“Hello,” said Kell. “Where have you been?”
― Victoria Schwab, A Gathering of Shadows

“«عفرین»

نه می‌بینند
نه می‌شنوند
دنیا خواب است.
سواره نظامِ خواجه سلیمان
-سُم کوبِ جنازهٔ کودکان-
از رویِ رؤیاهای ما می‌گذرد.

هم می‌بینند
هم می‌شنوند
دنیا خود را به خواب زده است.
زره پوش‌هایِ خواجه سلیمان
آواره‌گانِ عفرین را
-بی‌غسل و بی‌کفن-
زنده به گور کرده است.

با این همه...
با این همه به خواجه سلیمان بگویید:
نه کشتار کبوتر و نه قتل عامِ قناری،
ما از رسیدن به رؤیای آزادی
هرگز نا امید نمی‌شویم.”
― Seyed Ali Salehi

“In a thousand years, Lieutenant, nothing you care about will matter. Not even to you—you’ll be dead. So will I, and no one alive will care. Maybe—just maybe—someone will remember our names. More likely those names will be engraved on some dusty memorial pin at the bottom of an old box no one ever opens.” Or Ekalu’s would. There was no reason anyone would make any memorials to me, after my death. “And that thousand years will come, and another and another, to the end of the universe. Think of all the griefs and tragedies, and yes, the triumphs, buried in the past, millions of years of it. Everything for the people who lived them. Nothing now.”
― Ann Leckie, Ancillary Mercy

“If I could control tomorrow's haze,
The darkened shore wouldn't bother me,
If I can't control the web we weave,
My life will be lost in the fallen leaves...

- No Control”
― David Bowie