"- Once, when I was younger even than you, playing with a mirror on the edge of a pit of someones house, on a farm in the wild.
The well was dry and the beautiful reflection of the mirror running like a flashlight by the dark wall, you know it , right?
But suddenly the mirror fell and shattered in the back. I was desperate, I wanted to throw in there to get the pieces of my mirror.
Then someone , took me by the hand and comforted me
saying there was no point any more because even though I joined, one by one, all the pieces, the mirror will never be like it was before .
You know, I see myself like that shattered mirror: we can go deep down and glue the pieces,
but then it all comes to reflect , the sky, the trees, people, everything, everything will be like myself,
broken into a thousand pieces. You see, sad is not what might happen ... . Sad is what is happening right now.
My sick mind, my sick heart ... And there is no remedy. Only whispered voices that there is still perfect as the mirror, before falling to the ground.
oh . and i hear the voices just fine .
someone is knockin' on my door .
wtf ! ! ! "
"The word “barzakh” in Arabic originally means a barrier between two things.
As a temporal concept, the barzakh is mentioned in the Quran as the time between death and resurrection. The departed souls, as they are transferred across the boundaries of the mortal realm, will rest in a period of transitory inactivity until the Judgment Day.
Although it is seen as a separator, it is more interesting to think about the barzakh as a “between” that links two places, two situations, two states…
I think that we all live in a kind of barzakh, moving from a state of mind to another, from a situation to a different one, crisscrossing boundaries of different natures: cultural, linguistic, ideological, psychic… consciously or unconsciously, and thus throughout our lives."