Everything I Thought I Knew
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cami
Mar 21, 2025
"I see it through his eyes. Feel it through his heart"أنْ تَرَيْ بعيونِ بصيرةِ قلبٍ غيرِ قلبك أن تُحسِّي بنبضاتِ فؤاده التي بين جنبيكِ و تعيشي ذكرياته جميلٌ هذا الكتاب، و عميقة ٌكانت قصّته. تحلو قراءته في أمسية على الشطّ.لأنّ ثلاثة أرباعه راقت لي، كنت قد عزمتُ على تقييم الكتاب بخمسة نجوم، بيد أن سِكّته نحتْ غيرَ المنحى الذي توقعته :النهاية أشعرتني بالفراغ و النقص و شيءٍ من الفضول و عدم الرضا. بعض الاقتباسات:"Suddenly I am ashamed at how ambivalent I’ve been about the future. What would this grief-stricken man think if he knew that I had almost crashed a motorcycle in the same tunnel where his son had died? That I had been skipping doses of my anti-rejection medication? That I had been smoking? I’ve been unforgivably careless with his son’s precious heart. The weight of carrying his hopes and dreams, in addition to my own, is almost too much to bear" تذكرت أن قلوبنا و أبصارنا و أسماعنا و كل جوارحنا هي أمانة من الرب, قليلا ما حافظنا عليها كمراده جل و علا."To me, the scariest thing possible is to have something wrong with your mind. With your ability to tell fact from fiction. Real from unreal.""But it couldn’t last, could it? By crossing the boundaries that kept our realities apart, we were breaking the rules. Rebelling against the laws of physics. Even if we didn’t know it.""You can do everything right, weigh every decision, mitigate every risk, and still nearly drop dead of a heart attack a few weeks after your seventeenth birthday. Or crash your motorcycle in a tunnel. Or get cancer. Or be sitting directly in the path of a flaming asteroid when it falls out of the sky. We are nothing but specks of dust that have settled, ever so briefly, on the vast expanse of everything. All it takes is a single cosmic breath to blow our way and we’re gone.But still.And yet.We get up every day. We go to school. We eat. We drink. We surf. We fall in love. If we are lucky, we grasp every moment we’ve got with both hands."I stand there for a minute. Feel the icy-cold water washing over my toes. Inhale the sea, the sky, the sun, everything.I fasten the collar of my wetsuit.Then I lift my board and run for it, pounding heart to pounding waves." وقفتُ هناك دقيقة، أستشعر الماء البارد كالجليد يغمر أطراف أصابعي. أحكمت طوق بدلة السباحة ثم أخذت لوحي و سعيت نحوها : قلب نابض لأمواج خافقة.أحسنتْ شانون صنعا في كتابها الأول هذا ، أرجو أن أقرأ لها المزيد.