Life Is Not So Long That One

The Identity Cannot Be Compartmentalized; It Cannot Be Split In Halves Or Thirds, Nor Have Any Clearly Defined Set Of Boundaries. I Do Not Have Several Identities, I Only Have One, Made Of All The Elements That Have Shaped Its Unique Proportions.

God, She Was Beautiful - My First Image Of The Orient - A Woman Such As Only The Desert Poet Knew How To Praise: Her Face Was The Sun, Her Hair The Protecting Shadow, Her Eyes Fountains Of Cool Water, Her Body The Most Slender Of Palm-trees And Her Smile A Mirage.

... We Die, Just As We Were Born, At The Edge Of A Road Not Of Our Choosing.

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

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.