If I am in my twenties, I would say poetry. Poetry is what makes me happy and I run to hug its body with all my rage.
If I am in my thirties, I would say a woman whose presence is costly, and so is her absence, her names and qualities which are hanging in the bitter air which I don’t see.
If I am in my early forties, I would say the adventure, the staggering happening like an overwhelming smile of an unknown girl who never exists.
But now, while I am approaching my fifties, I say that what makes me happy is not to know what makes me happy. It is to be a neglected white paper on a table which no one approaches.
Marwan Al Husayni 