Muhammad Aqib

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Love of Few.

The library is a place of suffered souls, yet it feels calm and peaceful.
Tattered souls might appear and whisper to you different perspectives of life.

Dostoyevsky comes like a lost man, not knowing what to do with his life. In a painful voice, with watery eyes, he says: “Pain and suffering are inevitable.”

Camus appears with his restless thoughts, reminding us: “What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.”

Sartre, who even a Nobel Prize could not inspire, carries the weight of his own pain. He whispers: “Hell is other people.”

Kafka’s appearance as a vermin might shock you. He tells the story of being useless to his family, his sister’s voice echoing: “You’re not my brother, you’re a monster.”

Nietzsche cannot be absent. He stands firm, as if bound by the beliefs he once inherited, yet breaking free. His voice declares: “God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.”

And then Tolstoy comes with a gentle smile, his voice peaceful, almost fatherly: “Because there is a God, that God without whom not one hair of a man’s head falls.”