هم منزل عشق و هم رهت مي بينم
در بنده و در مرو شهت مي بينم
در اختر و خور شيد و مهت مي بينم
در برگ وگياه و در گهت مي بينم
You’re the road of love, and at the end, my home.- Rumi
One of the crowd, and yet I see you crowned;
I see you in stars, in the the sun, in the moon,
Here in the green leaves, and high in the throne.
"You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you."
"You will come away bruised.
You will come away bruised
but this will give you poetry."
"Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?"
"I wonder how you can look at anything and not feel your knees shake from the memory of it. I have been in your bed and cradled between your palms and your knees, in your shower and in the patch of sunlight that touches your room just before noon. Your sheets and your hair and your hips. Your lazy Saturday morning smile isn’t yours anymore. It’s mine. Look, there, you can see me. There’s my ghost. She’s waving at you. She’s saying ‘boy, you’ll need to burn this entire place down if you want to forget what happened here.’ She’s saying ‘man, all the ways we loved is splattered across these walls like murder."
Azra, can you make a home out of a person?
“you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.”
- Warsan Shire