Where poetry is water, a cloud of perfume and rain, circling around the playing fields and the hum of things, only the poem is, when the poet’s soul is present, and his eternal, shortened yearning is present at the dock of wishes and the nooks of words. The moment of poetry is the poet’s feeling and pulse, his dream, and his vast, generous imaginations, a moment. The growing love, spreading the light within us, as if quenching a thirst.
Poetry is imagination, and perhaps a supplication creeps from behind words to make a supplication and weave a story. True poetry is us with all the beauty we carry and the feelings we harbor. It is something that flows like magic, making the moon rise.
The poem is some words that express us, and they may not express us, they leave us with pain and fatigue, as if the alphabet in its hidden secret refuses to be us/us, to become strangers to us. Here is an attempt to translate the self, and another attempt to express the other in some way, which may make him one of those whom the words here draw. .
In this literary work, I, you, and them, let us read with love, color the sky with joy, and follow the words.
Reverse the current
A brief overview of my book Against the Tide, in which I talked about seven important things for every human being.
This book talks about the self-dialogue that most people experience on a daily basis and the attempt to develop solutions to every possible problem they encounter, while providing examples from real people who have gone through these experiences.
He talked at the beginning about self-control and its importance in overcoming all obstacles in life, and how our religion, Islam, has urged us to discipline ourselves..
A book that addresses everything
From life, through love, longing, and separation, all the way to death
He addresses the human heart to reconsider monitoring his actions towards God, getting closer to Him and himself, charging his soul with positive energy, and drawing a smile in every step.
The country that only asks for its children to die is a dead country. The children who knew nothing but it, and would not think of leaving it, are hunting them down individually, so that devastation will be a clear future, and so that the thought of surviving the people’s experience of major battles for the sake of freedom, justice and change, is thinking. Very simple.
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Time involves a new time emerging from its womb, and lessons are shed on its path
The ancient stories and the stories that were an example for an entire generation, and we who witnessed the violent moment of crossing were the bulwark of the old time and the living scepter in the hand of the new time, and for this reason we had to be divided and filled with deep cracks. Before we triumph over a part of us, and what died within us settles at the bottom of the painful times whose madness we witnessed.
