By: Hani Dalqamouni
Wednesday May 29, 2024،

الحُبُّ يَبْدَأُ عِنْدَمَا يَنْتَهِي الْحَمَاسُ، تَنْتَهِي الرَّغَبَاتُ وَتَنْتَهِي الْبَدَايَات، يَبْدَأُ الْحُبُّ عِنْدَمَا تَرَى جَمِيعَ الْجَوَانِبِ، الْمُضِيءَ مِنْهَا وَالْمُعَ، وَالْمُظْلِمَ مِنْهَا وَالْخَافِتَ، يَبْدَأُ الْحُبُّ عِنْدَمَا تَغُوص الْأَعْمَاقَ وَعِنْدَمَا تَضْرِبَك الْأَمْوَاجُ، عِنْدَمَا تَرَى الْمُظْلِمَ وَالْمُشْرِقَ عِنْدَمَا تَرَى الْجَمِيلَ وَالْأَجْمَلَ، عِنْدَمَا تَرَى الْمِيزَاتِ وَالسَّيِّئَاتِ، عِنْدَمَا تَرَى الْحَسَنَاتِ وَأَيْضًا تَعْلَمَ بِالْعُيُوبِ، هُنَا يَبْدَأُ الْحُبُّ، لَا يَمْكُنُ أَنْ تُحِبَّ بِالْبَدَايَاتِ فَالْبَدَايَاتُ لِلْحَمَاسَاتِ فَقَد، لِلْمُرَاهِقِينَ فَقَد، لِلْمُسْتَعْجِلِينَ، لِلْغَيْرِ مُتَقِنِينَ، يَبْدَأُ الْحُبُّ عِنْدَمَا تَغُوص الْمُحِيطَ الْهَادِئَ وَتَنْطَلِقَ بَيْنَ الْعَوَاصِفِ، تَهْلِكُك الْأَحْجَارُ وَتَرْتَاح بَالْهُدُوءِ وَالسَّكِينَةِ بَعْدَ ذَلِكَ، لَا يَمْكُنُ أَنْ تُحِبَّ وَأَنْتَ تَقْفُ وَتَنْظُر مِنَ الشَّاطِئِ أَنْتَ تُحِبُّ مَا تَرَاهُ وَمُتَحَمِّسٌ، لَكِنّ الْحَقِيقَةَ أَنَّهُ عِنْدَمَا تَغُوص الْبَحْرَ وَتَرَاهُ بِجَمِيعِ جَوَانِبِهِ هُنَا تُحِبَّهُ كُلَّهُ أَوْ تَكْرَهُ كُلَّهُ، فَهُنَا تَقْرِر الْبَقَاء أَمْ الِاعْتِزَالِ، فَقَبْلَ ذَلِكَ لَا تَقُول أَنَا أُحِبُّ، فَالْحُبُّ يَبْدَأُ عِنْدَمَا يَنْتَهِي الْحَمَاسُ لِيُوَلِّدَ الْحَمَاسَ بِزَوَايَاهُ وَبِالرُّؤْيَةِ الْحَقِيقِةِ، غَيْرَ ذَلِكَ لَا تُحِبُّ، فَيُقَلِّب الشَّاطِئَ بِمَا فِيهِ عَلَيْكَ وَعَلَى نَفْسِكَ لَا تَجَازَف بِأَنَّ الشَّاطِئَ لَرُبَّمَا يَعْجَبُنِي فَقَدْ يَكُونُ السُّكُونَ فِي بَعْضِ الْأَحْيَانِ خَدِيعَةً، وَقَدْ يَكُونُ رَاحَةً، قَدْ يَكُونُ جَمِيلًا وَقَدْ يَكُونُ بَشِعًا، جَازِف بِمُغَامَرَتِكَ مِنْ نَفْسِكَ وَمِنْ ذَاتِكَ لِتَقْرِرَ اخْتِيَارَاتِكَ بِكُلِّ شَيْءٍ تُحِبُّهُ أَوْ لَا تُحِبُّهُ لَا تَعْتَمِد عَلَى شَوَاطِئِ غَيْرِكَ وَلَا تَجَارِبِهِمْ وَلَا مَاضِيهِمْ وَلَا حَاضِرِهم ولا حَتَّى نَظْراتُهُمْ فَلِكُلِّ مَنّا قَصَّةٌ بِشاطىءٍ مُخْتَلِفٍ وَلِكُلِّ مَنّا تَجَارُبُهُ سَوَاءً بِنَفْسِ الشَّاطِئِ أَوْ بِشَوَاطِئَ مُخْتَلِفَةٍ، لَعَلَّ البَحْرَ فِي مَسَارِكَ يَسِيرُ لِصَالِحِكَ وَضَمِنَ إِرَادَتِكَ، لَعَلَّكَ تُحِبُّ البَحْرَ الأَحْمَرَ وَلَرُبَّمَا الأَسْوَدَ وَرُبَّمَا الْمَحِيطَ، وَرُبَّمَا الأَصْفَرَ وَرُبَّمَا الْخَلِيجَ لا تَدْرِي أَيَّ بَحَارٍ تَقُفُّ عَلَيْهَا وَلا تَدْرِي أَيَّ بَحْرٍ سَتَغْرَقُ بِهِ وَيَلْمِسُ أَعْمَاقَكَ وَتُحِبُّهُ مِنْ قَلْبِكَ. فِي حُضْنِ البَحْرِ يَرْتَسِمُ لَوْحَةٌ مِنَ الصَّمْتِ، حَيْثُ تَنْسَجُ عَوَاطِفُ الرُّوحِ قَصِيدَةَ حُبٍّ لَا تَحْكَى إلَّا بِلُغَةِ الأَمْوَاجِ وَالرِّيَاحِ، لَا يَفْهَمُ البَحْرُ إلَّا مَنْ أَحَبَّهُ بِعُمْقٍ، فَقَطُّ الْقُلُوبُ الْمُغْرَمَةُ تَسْتَطِيعُ قِرَاءَةَ لُغَتِهِ السِّرِّيَّةِ وَالْجَمِيلَةِ. الْبَحْرُ يُعَلِّمُنَا أَنَّ الْجَمَالَ لَا يَتَوَقَّفُ عَنْدَ سَطْحِ الأَمْوَاجِ، بَلْ يَتَجَاوَزُ الْعُمْقَ لِيُكْشِفَ عَنْ أَسْرَارٍ لَا يَفْهَمُهَا إلَّا مَنْ يَتَأَمَّلُ بِعَيْنِ الرُّوحِ البَحْرُ يَعْكِسُ مِرْآةَ كُلِّ مَنْ يَنْظُرُ إلَيْهِ بِعُمْقٍ، فَيَتَأَمَّلُهُ وَيُرَسِّمُهُ وَيَرَى خَبَايَاهُ لِيَرَى صُورَتَهُ مُرْسَومَةً عَلَى سَطْحِ البَحْرِ وَرُوحَهُ بِأَعْمَاقِ الْبَحْرِ لِتَصِلَ إلَى الْقَاعِ فَتَرَى مَا لَا يَرَاهُ أَحَدٌ. البَحْرُ لَوْحَةٌ مُرْسَمَةٌ بِاللَّوْنِ الْمُضِيءِ الأَزْرَقِ، يَعْكِسُ جَمَالَ الطَّبِيعَةِ وَجَمَالَ الْأَرْوَاحِ، وَجَمَالَ كُلِّ مَنْ يَنْظُرُ إلَيْهِ بِعُمْقِ إِحْسَاسِهِ. البَحْرُ يَحْتَوِي عَلَى عُمْقِ الْكَلِمَاتِ التِّي لَا يَمْكِنُ كَتَابَتُهَا، فَهُوَ لَيْسَ مُجَرَّدَ مِيَاهٍ بَلْ هُوَ لُغَةٌ لَا يَسْتَطِيعُ أَيُّ قَلَمٍ تَرْجَمَتُهَا إلَى حُرُوفٍ. يَظَلُّ مَسْرَحًا لِلْحَيَاةِ وَالْأَحَاسِيسِ التِّي تَتَجَسَّدُ بَينَ مَدٍّ وَجُزُرِهِ، طَبِيعَتُهُ لَا تُصَفُّ إلَّا بِكَلِمَةٍ وَاحِدَةٍ,الجَمَالُ وَمَا يَتَجَسَّدُهُ مِنْ أَعْمَاقٍ

“Love begins when excitement ends, desires fade away, and beginnings conclude. Love begins when you see all aspects of it, the bright and shining, as well as the dark and faint. Love begins when you dive into the depths and when the waves strike you. It’s when you see both the dark and the bright, the beautiful and the more beautiful. Love begins when you perceive the virtues and flaws, when you witness the merits and also learn about the imperfections.

Here, love begins; you cannot love at the outset, as beginnings are for enthusiasm lost, for adolescents lost, for the impatient, for the unskilled. Love begins when you delve into the calm ocean and navigate through storms, when rocks destroy you and you find peace in tranquility afterward. You cannot love while standing and observing from the shore. You love what you see and are enthusiastic about, but the truth is, when you plunge into the sea and see it from all angles, that’s when you love it entirely or hate it entirely. Here, the decision to stay or withdraw is made.

Before that, don’t claim to love, for love begins when excitement ends, giving birth to excitement with its corners and true vision. Otherwise, you don’t love; it turns the shore and everything on it against you and yourself. Don’t risk assuming that the shore might appeal to you; silence can sometimes be deceitful, and it may be both beautiful and ugly. Take the risk of your adventure from yourself and your own being, decide your choices in everything you love or dislike.

Don’t rely on others’ shores, experiences, past, or even their views. Each of us has a different story on a different shore, with different experiences, either on the same shore or different ones. Perhaps the sea in your path is moving in your favor and within your will. Maybe you love the Red Sea, or perhaps the Black Sea, or maybe the ocean, or even the Yellow Sea, and maybe the Gulf. You don’t know which seas you’ll stand on, and you don’t know in which sea you’ll drown and touch its depths, loving it from your heart.

In the embrace of the sea, a silent painting is drawn, where the emotions of the soul weave a love poem told only in the language of waves and winds. Only the hearts in love can read its secret and beautiful language. The sea teaches us that beauty does not stop at the surface of the waves but goes beyond the depth to reveal secrets understood only by those who contemplate with the eye of the soul.

The sea reflects the essence of anyone who looks at it deeply, contemplating it, drawing it, and seeing its secrets to observe his image drawn on the surface of the sea and his soul in the depths of the sea, reaching the bottom to see what no one else sees. The sea is a painting drawn with the bright blue color, reflecting the beauty of nature, the beauty of souls, and the beauty of anyone who looks at it deeply. The depth of words that cannot be written is concealed within it; it is not just water but a language that no pen can translate into letters.

It remains a stage for life and emotions embodied between its ebb and flow, a nature that can only be described in one word: beauty and what it embodies from the depths.”

Hani Dalqamouni