The Most Beautiful Words by Ahlam Mosteghanemi About Women
Here are some of the most poignant reflections by Ahlam Mosteghanemi on women:
- Indifference is a weapon that continuously shatters a woman’s pride.
- The most beautiful aspect of a woman with strong femininity is a hint of masculinity.
- Love him as if you had never loved another, and forget him as men do.
- Do not exhaust yourself with questions; be accepting. Do not chase after a fleeing star—the sky is never devoid of stars. Who knows? Perhaps in the next love, your fate will bring you the moon.
- The finest trait of a highly feminine woman is an essence of masculinity.
- Steer clear of a man who lacks the courage to apologize, lest you one day find yourself losing respect for yourself as you forgive him for his insults and mistakes that he sees no need to amend. Such behavior will only become more frequent and more derogatory.
The Most Beautiful Words by Ahlam Mosteghanemi About Love
Below are some of Ahlam Mosteghanemi’s most beautiful insights about love:
- Love is the inability of a man to instantly acquire what he desires.
- My heart is not a nail on which signs of love can be hung and removed at your whim! Ah, my friend, memory is reciprocated by memory, and forgetfulness is answered by forgetfulness; indeed, the initiator is the most unjust.
- Great love remains intimidating, even in its dying moments; it remains dangerous, even while it is fading away.
- Love does not announce itself; it reveals itself through its music!
- We should enter into love with a Teflon heart, one that does not cling to the walls of the past.
- Love exists to help you forget death. The more space you surrender to your memories, the closer death creeps in to occupy that space.
- Love is the cleverness of distance; do not draw too close lest you eliminate desire, nor drift too far lest you become forgotten.
The Most Beautiful Words by Ahlam Mosteghanemi About Life
Here are some of Ahlam Mosteghanemi’s most meaningful statements on life:
- I fear the fleeting moment in life; hence, I love this person as if I were to lose him at any moment, wanting him as if he were to belong to someone else. I await him without believing he will arrive, only for him to come as if he will never return. Therefore, I seek a parting more beautiful than a farewell.
- She said, “I believed you were fascinated by my black attire.” He replied, “I should have said it is you who adorns the black, for black chooses its masters, my lady.”
- One day she told him, “I do not trust a man who does not cry.” He merely smiled, not disclosing that he does not trust anyone—money, like power, knows no emotional safety and requires its possessor to face bankruptcy to uncover the hearts of those around them. When days turn against him, he will only then validate his judgments of others, hence he will never know if she truly loved him for who he is.
- What science is this that still cannot encapsulate the voices of those we love into disks or bottled medications that we can secretly take when suffering from emotional ailments, unbeknownst to their owners of how desperately we need them?
- I recall that sarcastic saying: There are two types of fools—those who doubt everything and those who doubt nothing.
- We need to regain our emotional well-being as an Arab nation that has always endured tales of failed loves, including our love for homelands that have not always reciprocated our affection.
- There is a terrifying wretchedness that grows as we become increasingly aware that no one deserves our emotional generosity, nor is anyone worthy of our madness.
- He will never even admit to himself that he has lost her; he will claim she lost him, and that he was the one who desired an absolute parting akin to a sword’s cut, preferring her absence to a prolonged presence, and big pains to small joys, and a decisive rupture over recurrent interruptions.
- A home derives its beauty from those who share its space with us.
- Admiration is the handsome twin of love.
- What might appear to you as loss could very well be the exact thing responsible for achieving the greatest accomplishments of your life.
- We belong to a nation that does not respect its creators; if we lose our pride and self-esteem, we will be trampled by the feet of the ignorant and the unlearned.
- The ideal remedy for all heartaches is laughter and not taking memories too seriously.
- Does the sea weep because a fish rebelled against it? How did that fish manage to escape when there is no life for fish outside the sea?
- He will continue to wrong her, then bestow upon her the grace of forgiving an offense she will never know. Yet she will ask him to pardon her for it. This is how women act when they fall in love.
The Most Beautiful Words by Ahlam Mosteghanemi in “Black Looks Good on You”
Here are some of Ahlam Mosteghanemi’s most captivating lines from her novel “Black Looks Good on You”:
- On that one occasion they sat in a public park, she was struck with fear when a deranged man passed by, arguing with himself, cursing passersby and threatening them with stones in his hand—a phenomenon that had become prevalent due to some losing their sanity and many becoming homeless after the civil war, and the injustices and horrors endured by the people. Mustafa’s comment that day still makes her laugh: “Do not be afraid; we are safe from madmen… If the police come, I will pretend to be insane and hit you so they leave us alone. They only intervene if I kiss you!”
- Modesty is a form of lost elegance; it is a kind of mysterious beauty that is rarely seen on women’s faces anymore.
- Love is two people laughing at the same things, grieving at the same moments, igniting and extinguishing together with a single matchstick, without coordination or agreement.
- He once believed he had the culture of joy, while she possessed the culture of sorrow. There was no hope for melding fire with water, yet roles had reversed, and she was the one igniting with happiness while a part of him extinguished as he watched her sing. Perhaps he would have preferred if she had betrayed him with another man rather than with success; success beautifies and elevates her, while he believed that when he cast her into the sea tied to a rock of his indifference, she would inevitably drown.
- True wealth does not need to flaunt gold; it is not preoccupied with impressing anyone. Therefore, only the truly wealthy can recognize, with a mere glance, the value of things that lack shine.
- She awakened to an empty space. A man passed through her life like a swift train, crushing her dreams and speeding away like a jet. Time is the most precious asset he possesses; he has no time to see the wreckage his stormy passage has left in her life—uprooted trees of dreams, the electrical poles that the tempest severed from the lights that illuminated her life, the roof of her heart that lay in ruins, and her sleep that lay exposed under the memories.
- She awoke to witness the flowers blooming more beautifully through the night. If only they had the dew droplets, they would appear even more stunning; this is how she had grown accustomed to seeing them during childhood on the delicate early mornings. She knows there is no hope for dew to drop on the potted roses or to rest on the beds of lonely girls! Only the flowers that sleep bare, wrapped in the sky and leaning on their branches, receive the dew.
- He was always on the lookout for a woman who would drive him to madness, for whom he would perform extraordinary feats, showcase his magical tricks, place her in a glass box, split her between union and separation, then gather what he had scattered with kisses, like a great magician. He would conceal with a flick of her wrist and whisk her away for a weekend in Vienna or Venice, cancel appointments for her sake, and fabricate coincidences to meet her; pulling from his magical hat a flock of surprising pigeons and a string of colorful handkerchiefs that she would hold onto and rise with. In everything he did with a woman, he could only accept extraordinary circumstances and electrifying passions.
- The cunning of black lies in its ability to conceal its true intentions.
- When we lose a beloved, we write a poem; when we lose a homeland, we write a novel.