To every context, a saying

 

For every numerator, there is a denominator to be divided by

 

If my numerator and my denominator were the same

 

I would be divided by myself to become one that cannot be divided and hence disappear

 

This perfection in nothingness with the absence of infinity and creation

 

This mask has two eyes

 

An eye for you and an eye to watch on you

 

An eye through which we observe our defaults

 

The other is no longer yours!

 

This mask has a mouth, that speaks but silence

 

It is a bizarre mask yet one that is closer to the heart

 

You might ask how can love and hate be both represented in one face

 

Is this illogical calculation the pillow of art?

 

“The braids of the princess were untangled by some thrilling wind”

 

This mask is for this emptiness

 

For me and for you

 

To disappear behind it and around it, and time bestows itself upon us

 

Nothing will separate us

 

Nothing shall unite us but letters

 

The lightness of (fā’ in Arabic Alphabet) and the nostalgia of (ḥā’ in Arabic Alphabet) to Aleppo

 

The necessity of (ḍād in Arabic Alphabet) and the silence of (ṣād in Arabic Alphabet)

 

As if they are from us, and we had enough tiredness, enough reproach

 

They are like names describing their adjectives

 

No immigration to the past

 

Immigration is a future verb with only nostalgia as a motive to carry us on, as memories

 

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Wafa Hourani - Palestinian Artist - Photography - Science Fiction

 

 

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