Never Hesitate To Go Far

I Come From No Country, From No City, No Tribe. I Am The Son Of The Road... All Tongues And All Prayers Belong To Me. But I Belong To None Of Them.

Life Is Like A Fire. Flames Which The Passer-by Forgets. Ashes Which The Wind Scatters. A Man Lived.

Taking The Line Of Least Resistance, We Lump The Most Different People Together Under The Same Heading. Taking The Line Of Least Resistance, We Ascribe To Them Collective Crimes, Collective Acts And Opinions. "the Serbs Have Massacred…", "the English Have Devastated…", "the Jews Have Confiscated…", "the Blacks Have Torched", "the Arabs Refuse…". We Blithely Express Sweeping Judgments On Whole Peoples, Calling Them "hardworking" And "ingenious", Or "lazy", "touchy", "sly", "proud", Or "obstinate". And Sometimes This Ends In Bloodshed." – Amin Maalouf "on Identity

In My Prayers, I Want To Say: Lord, Don’t Be Far From Me, And Also Don’t Come Too Close. Let Me Contemplate The Stars On The Texture Of Your Cloth, But Don’t Unveil Your Face To Me. Allow Me To Hear The Rivers That You Send Running, But Lord! Lord! Don’t Allow Me Hearing Your Voice

What Makes Me Myself Rather Than Anyone Else Is The Very Fact That I Am Poised Between Two Countries, Two Or Three Languages, And Several Cultural Traditions. It Is Precisely This That Defines My Identity. Would I Exist More Authentically If I Cut Off A Part Of Myself