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Do you see how many letters there are in my alphabet? Believe me, its eloquence falters, all my words crumble before you, like ashes, and all my dictionaries fall silent when your eyes speak. I, who thought I possessed language, discovered I am illiterate in your presence, and all my expression turns to stumbling, as if you are a mystery whose extent I cannot comprehend. You are my first and last language, and all that remains. From my alphabet, it is a beautiful defeat in your hands. 

In your presence, meanings retreat from their arrogance, and words lower their heads in humility. I try to form you into a sentence, but the dots slip from my fingers, and the letters fall, lacking the wonder of your presence. How I thought eloquence was a king at my command, until you stood before me, and my voice learned silence, and sentences stumbled at the first step towards you. You are not spoken, but witnessed; you are not described, but believed in, as if you were a meaning that descended before the letter and settled in the heart without permission. So if they ask me about language, I say: it is a failed attempt to approach you. 

«A painful and (وَلِلنَّفسُ وَّجهانّْ) burning passion for the hًٍeart, a poison for the pain of ًٍsًeٍpaًٌَratiٍoًn». 

تَفَيْهَقَ '

٣:٤٩۾َ،_

Notice the beautiful ones  . 

: لَمْ يَعُدْ هُنَاكَ مَا يُقَالُ جَفَّ القَلَمُ، وَطُوِيَتِ الصُّحُفُ، مَهْلًا! مَا الَّذِي حَدَثَ؟ لَمْ يَحْدُثْ شَيْئًا يَا عَزِيزَتِي، وَإِنَّمَا هٰذِهِ أَقْدَارٌ كُتِبَتْ! «لَنْ أَحْزَنَ»، لَا، فَالْحُزْنُ مَالِكُنِي، لَا مَفَرَّ! أَصْوَاتٌ مُرْعِبَةٌ، وَكَأَنَّ الْعَالَمَ يَنْهَارُ بِأَسْرِهِ! أَسْمَعُ تِلْكَ الأَصْوَاتِ، بَيْنَمَا هُمْ لَا يَسْتَطِيعُونَ سَمَاعَهَا! حُطَامٌ، دَمَارٌ، أَشْيَاءُ تَنْهَمِرُ وَتَسْقُطُ، وَلَا أَسْتَطِيعُ إِيقَافَ ذٰلِكَ! مَا بِكَ؟لِمَ كُلُّ هٰذَا بِدَاخِلِكَ؟ أَهَلْ مَا زِلْتِ عَالِقَةً؟ لَا!وَلٰكِنْ هُنَاكَ مَنْ يَتَحَدَّثُ بِدَاخِلِي، مَهْلًا! مَهْلًا!لِمَ ذٰلِكَ الدَّمَارُ يُزَوْرِنِي؟ هَلْ سَيَحْدُثُ؟ لَا أَظُنُّ،فَهُوَ كَمَا قَالَ لِي «عَابِرٌ»، وَلٰكِنْ قَالَ لِي أَيْضًا:إِنَّ أَنْ أُصْبِحَ عَالِقًا بِذِهْنِكَ لِمُدَّةِ ثَلَاثَةِ أَيَّامٍ،
            فَهُنَاكَ مَا سَيَحْدُثُ! هَلْ سَأَنْكَسِرُ مَرَّةً أُخْرَى؟أَوْهَمُ مَا هٰذَا؟ مَهْلًا! مَهْلًا! أَنَا أَتَذَكَّرُ التَّارِيخَ،فَقَدْ كَانَ بِيَوْمٍ! مَا الَّذِي سَيَحْدُثُ بِذٰلِكَ الْيَوْمِ؟ أَنَا حَقًّا لَا أَعْلَمُ مَا الَّذِي سَيَحْدُثُ، وَلٰكِنَّنِي أَشْعُرُ بِحُدُوثِ شَيْئًا مَا سَيَحْدُثُ! أَشْعُرُ بِالْوَعْدِ الْمُتَنَازِلِ! لَمْ أَعْجَلْ! فَلْأَصْبِرْ وَأَرَى مَا الَّذِي سَيَحْدُثُ!  .