A review by bayan_wnl
A River Dies of Thirst by Mahmoud Darwish
4.0
“My heart does not belong to me, nor to anyone else. It declared its independence from me before it turned into a stone”
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“Identity is what we bequeath, not what we inherit, what we invent, not what we remember. Identity is the distorted image in the mirror that we must break the minute we grow fond of it”
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very passionate, lyrical and elegant. I enjoyed this collection a lot
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“Identity is what we bequeath, not what we inherit, what we invent, not what we remember. Identity is the distorted image in the mirror that we must break the minute we grow fond of it”
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very passionate, lyrical and elegant. I enjoyed this collection a lot