“I remember, one sleepless night I heard the moth say to the candle
‘I am in love, so I deserve to burn. Why weep and shed these tears?’
Said the candle, ‘O my poor one, I have lost my sweet beloved.’
Tears dropped perfidiously down his face as he said this.
O false one, loving is not for you, who possesses neither patience nor forbearance;
While you flee a feeble flame, I have stood straight in the fire.
While the fire of love singes your wings, I burn from head to toe.”
– Dr. Youness Afroukhteh, Memories of Nine Year in ‘Akkà