Najwa Zebian Quotes

The late Syrian poet Nizar Qabbani wrote: “The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and says ‘Here is your home country.’

The best way to identify someone who is right for you is to consider, Do they have my best interests in mind? You’ll find that those who do will always honor you where you

Today I decided to forgive you. Not because you apologized, or because you acknowledged the pain that you caused me, but because my soul deserves peace.

I spent more time getting
over you
than I spent
falling in love with you.

If someone chooses to take advantage of your vulnerability and not honor the promise that they made to keep a safe space for your vulnerability, that’s on them. It’s not on you. And it doesn’t mean you are powerless. Your power is like a well that never runs out of water. People may drink from it. People may take way too much at a time. But you are the source of that power.

Maybe the thing that made you special is how you’re always there for everyone and never say no. And when you attempt to start setting boundaries and stating your wants and needs, you are made to feel like you lost that special thing that earned you acceptance and approval before. But is it really acceptance and approval if it leaves no space for you to be yourself? If it leaves no space for you to expect to be treated in a way that reflects the worth you know you have?

There was no way I could figure out who I was while being so enmeshed in an environment that dictated who I was supposed to be.

And if shame and exclusion is their way of getting you to stay on a certain path or get on a certain path, they are pushing you to change for them, not for you.

How can a mother sacrifice years of her life, put her career aside, make her dreams wait, without waiting for a paycheck at the end of the month? Would a paycheck bring her the same kind of happiness anyway? Not. Even. Close. We don’t make ourselves compassionate; we are born compassionate.

You came to me with
broken wings.
I helped you heal your
wounds
by pouring love into the
broken pieces of
your soul.
You flew away
when your wings were healed.
You left me here,
chained to the ground,
trying to remove the shards
that got stuck in my own wings
as I took them out of yours.

Where did gratefulness
go?
I will not let your deception
make me not want to help more
broken wings out there.
Your lack of gratitude
will not make me
not give.
I do not give just to
be thanked.
But it does not mean that
it does not hurt.

Don't tell me there's no place for innocent hearts in this world. Don't tell me I need to accept what I don't believe in. I respect it. Don't confuse my values for my stubbornness, although I am stubborn. Don't confuse my positive attitude for being naive. Allow me to wrap my heart around you for a moment. Listen to this. Innocent hearts may not belong anywhere in this world but they are big enough for any heart in this world. Innocent hearts belong in innocent hearts. Innocent hearts belong in the hearts of those who genuinely want happiness.

The truth can be seen, but it is not believed until it is openly said.

You were my home
for so long.
Now I realize that humans
cannot
be homes.
If homes can leave,
then they are not
homes.

This is when you realize that sometimes, just sometimes, you need to close your door so others can knock on it. Sometimes you need to stop shining so others can notice your existence. Sometimes you need to stop answering unasked questions so others can start wondering.