Oh you are cruel. You're still answering my last question, you know.. about myelf.
I’m so sorry, anon
It’s been so long since I checked my tumblr, personal reasons
What last question?
Egyptian protester writing their name on their arm in case they’re shot while protesting, 15.08.2013
Photo by Mahmoud Khattab (@Mamoudinijad)
Akh my heart
I forgot to upload this photo on Tumblr. Thanks to whoever did this. Spread the word. See what we are going through in Egypt.
There’s hidden sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness.
We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox
is stuffed full of anything, no music.
If the brain and belly are burning clean
with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire.
The fog clears, and new energy makes you
run up the steps in front of you.
Be emptier and cry like reed instruments cry.
Emptier, write secrets with the reed pen.
When you’re full of food and drink, Satan sits
where your spirit should, an ugly metal statue
in place of the Kaaba. When you fast,
good habits gather like friends who want to help.
Fasting is Solomon’s ring. Don’t give it
to some illusion and lose your power,
but even if you have, if you’ve lost all will and control,
they come back when you fast, like soldiers appearing
out of the ground, pennants flying above them.
A table descends to your tents,
Expect to see it, when you fast, this table
spread with other food, better than the broth of cabbages.
Mavlana Jalal ad-din Rumi