Ghada Al-Samman said:
“I loved you as if you were my last love on earth.
And you tortured me like I was your last enemy on earth..”
That’s exactly what you did for me..
And as Ghassan Kanafani said:
“How nice it is to be close to someone who holds you, who doesn’t smile at anyone, who doesn’t give a quarter of your status to anyone!”
Which is exactly what I did for you..
I don’t have the right to but sometimes I feel like their personalities are similar to us..
Ghada is the woman who loves from the bottom of her heart and gives unceasingly, unbridled with love and passion..
Ghassan, who runs greedily when he loves, insists on keeping his appearance fixed, just as he said in a letter..
At first it seemed that it was Ghassan who fell more..
However, it was speaking the truth on behalf of Ghada, which fell harder despite the coldness of her messages..
Ghassan was married and these letters were like betraying his wife!
Despite this,he did not stop writing to Ghada but also never came to her one day..
Ghassan was assassinated and in 1992 Ghada shared these letters..
What makes us different from them is that you never write letters,which is funny in our story,isn’t it?
To write about you and me,to tell about my love and your love..
And I wished you deserve it..
And that’s exactly why now I’m giving up on you..
If you only show me your love,if you show me once..
I would go on,I really would..
But when I was writing about you, I lost my self-worth, dignity and honor..
And now that I’ve found it, I’m not ready to lose it again because of this thing called love..
Love is not everything..
So what about loving instead of both of us?
I guess you can guess the situation I was in, right?
And now I’m giving up on you for myself..
Maybe you will see the star of your dreams and see yourself as a planet in front of it,as I called you..
-Strength-
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★Jupiter From Afar★
PoetrySome things are not destined to reach their owner.. To remain stuck in one's soul like a slow-killing poison.. In order to save themselves,they must free them.. And here,we witness the tip of the pens from a story whose favorite place was "distances...