Driss Chraibi

Driss Chraïbi (Arabic: إدريس الشرايبي; July 15, 1926 – April 1, 2007) was a Moroccan author whose novels deal with colonialism, culture clashes, generational conflict and the treatment of women and are often perceived as semi-autobiographical.https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Driss_Chra%C3%AFbi&action=edit Quotes Had there only been the protectorate and colonialism, everything would have been simple. Then my past, our past, would have been simple. No, Mr. Sartre, hell isn't others. It is also in ourselves. http://www.lifequoteslib.com/authors/driss_chraibi.html?hl=en-US#:~:text=*%20Had%20there%20only%20been%20the%20protectorate,slowly.%20We%20have%20time!%20Driss%20Chraibi.%200. Nails, society, and sentiments can all get rusty without care.https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1474548-la-civilisation-ma-m-re?hl=en-US The magic waters of a deep, deep well: the complete absence of anxieties, the value of patience, the love of life embedded in her soul. And when not a bone or a tooth of my people survives, you, you will live on. You, my earth. No one will conquer you. No one will kill you. https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1474548-la-civilisation-ma-m-re?hl=en-US We are slowly going to appropriate their vigor and then their life. Very slowly. We have time! https://booknode.com/le_passe_simple_02694/extraits?hl=en-US#:~:text=0.%20Extrait%20ajout%C3%A9%20par%20lilas16%20il%20y,Source%20%3A%20Babelio.%20Afficher%20en%20entier.%20Mod%2FSuppr. The first person you lie to when you lie is yourself. And to lie to yourself is to deceive yourself. And to deceive yourself means that in your own eyes, you are not worth very much.https://lailalalami.com/2012/04/quotable-driss-chraibi/?hl=en-US There is emotion, and then there is the quality of emotion. Some emotions, though sincere, barely touch us; others, even when we know they are mere theatrical expressions, grip us completely.https://mobile.telquel.ma/2017/05/01/driss-chraibi-passe-simple-toujours-present_1545239?hl=en-US#:~:text=Personne%20n'y%20a%20pens%C3%A9.%20Il%20faut%20aussi,%E2%80%9Ctout%20d'abord%2C%20je%20m'attendais%20%C3%A0%20%C3%AAtre%20expuls%C3%A9. One afternoon, I skipped school without realizing it. I wandered in the streets, whistled with the birds, followed the flight of clouds. Eventually, I got lost. Humor is a form, an expression of humanity. I want to keep my humanity, my reason, and my capacity to love my neighbor: the stranger References