A review by asiyepuff
In the Presence of Absence, by Mahmoud Darwish
5.0
You ask: Can a word of eight letters be big enough for all of these, yet too small for us?
You grow up quickly hearing big words. you grow up at the edge of a world falling apart behind you, and get to form before you, a world tossed like a stray stone in the game of fates. You ask yourself: Who am I? You do not know how to define yourself. You are still too young for a question that perplexes philosophers. But the weighty question of identity halts the butterfly’s weight.
(i love darwish so much i just want to keep him in my brain cells forever *cries*)
You grow up quickly hearing big words. you grow up at the edge of a world falling apart behind you, and get to form before you, a world tossed like a stray stone in the game of fates. You ask yourself: Who am I? You do not know how to define yourself. You are still too young for a question that perplexes philosophers. But the weighty question of identity halts the butterfly’s weight.
(i love darwish so much i just want to keep him in my brain cells forever *cries*)