February 6, 2011
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare
The Ballad Of Ahmad and Mona.
Married yesterday in Tahrir Square.
15,000+++ in attendance.
File under “People in Love Do the Strangest, and Bravest, Things”
