Fabeha Ali

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

There is a field, I'll meet you there.

Rumi

I have found both freedom and safety in my madness;

the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love.

That, my dear, is love.

People empty me. I have to get away to refill.

It suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that everyone was forsaking me and going away from me.

In the end, we'll all become stories.

The desire to be loved is the last illusion

Give it up and you will be free.

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.

I am a stranger in this world, and there is a severe solitude and painful lonesomeness in my exile.

How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything but to be okay.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls. The most massive characters are seared with scars.

What happens when people open their hearts?

“They get better”

People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.

But how can you love a person who is not whole?

Because you, like the moon, are not only beautiful when full. In all of your phases and fractions and ivory-white pieces, I love you.

No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.