"Only remember that cities, too, are like human beings. They are not made of stones and wood, solely. They are of flesh and bone. They bleed when the… - Elif Şafak
"Only remember that cities, too, are like human beings. They are not made of stones and wood, solely. They are of flesh and bone. They bleed when they are hurt. Every unlawful construction is a nail hammered into the heart of the Instambul. Remember to pity a wounded city the way you pity a wounded person".
Elif Shafak (born October 25, 1971) is a Turkish-British novelist, essayist, academic, public speaker and women's rights activist.
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Elif Shafak
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Elif Bilgin Shafaq
Portrait from Wikimedia Commons. Credit: Publicity shot by Ebru Bilun, released by Michael Radulescu of Rusoff Agency, the literary agency for the subject. Used under CC BY-SA. Processed and styled by Quotewise.
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الحُلْمُ فتاةٌ ورديَّة الوجنتين ، أخَّاذةٌ كحورية البحر ، ولعوبٌ مثلها أيضًا . لو تقدَّمتَ لتحملها بين ذراعيك ، لانزلقَت منك ، ليِّنةً وخفيفة ، مثل سمكة ، أو مثل السَراب الَّذي خُلقت من مادته . ولا مصير لأولئك الذين يشتاقون إلى لمسها ، غيرَ استنزاف حيواتهم .
أمَّا الحقيقةُ فليست سوى عجوز بشعرٍ رماديٍّ كالسماوات العاصفة ، عجوز بلا أسنان ، تبعث ثرثرتُها القشعريرة في الأجسام . هي ليست قبيحة ، ليسَ تمامًا ، بَيْدَ أن فيها شيئًا مُريبًا وغير مريح ، وهو ما يجعل النظر إلى عينيها أمرًا في غاية الصعوبة .
لا يعنيني الحلال ولا الحرام فأنا أفضل أن أطفئ نار جهنم، وأن أحرق الجنة حتى يحب الناس الله من أجل الحب الخالص.
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