Hamad Nazzal

Wonderment brought a mermaid and a rainbow into the world.

Whoever is beyond the Sultan's reach is himself a Sultan.

With the passage of time, many answers will turn into questions.

The withered old crone was the talk of the town; she used to say that extraterrestrials modified man's genes.

We recognized the existence of higher intelligences from space five thousand years after we encountered them for the first time.

The king is the guardian of a coffin without a corpse.

Black gold is Greed's Holy of Holies.

There are bad fathers and bad mothers, and there is bad love too.

A lack of dreams invites darkness.

Swamps breed cities.

The ego: the alpha and the omega of poetry.

Poetry is a contagious disease which cannot be eradicated.

Only when we come to terms with speed will be released from our current dimension.

Isn't the breath you use to warm your hands the same as the one you use to cool your soup?

Depression stems from a lack of exposure to the sun.

Many of our dreams become nightmares once we have achieved them.

Heaven's liquorice, the nights' days, Ali's crutch, the bear's grapes, Najwa's eye, the officer's button, the lizard's spine, the gravedigger's dowry, Aysha's sisters..
The shelves of a drugstore are the best place for choosing a story's name.

Sad stories converge at the door of the drugstore.

Death: a journey into the unknown… a black hole from which not even light can escape … or a sweet destination it would be absurd to leave, since none has returned from among those who have gone?

He used to trick the supervisor every day in order to steal from the sun.

The very things that killed the heart have created cells without sin from its remains.

A poet is the child of the sun, and light is his craft.

It has been said once: "if words were never repeated, we would run out of things to say."


Translated by: C.G. Häberl
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