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الأربعاء، 27 نوفمبر 2024

I will meet myself

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 Give me the price of my alienation Give me the price of my eagerness

Give me the price of this sigh of pain

If you don't give, let me look at the horizon

I want to reach the farthest place with oblivion

I don't want to be awake

I want to polish my misery to be a sharp dagger

Perhaps open a paved road from my wound

The journey will be easy and smooth

The departure will be worthy of this gloom


I will reach the evening and the endles calm


I will get the sunrise in all its glory


I fear that another day will come from the signs of our awakening


I began to fear meeting my beloved because she will be sad


I began to imagine that my hands have hawk feathers


I began to imagine that I am a mirage and water


Yes, I feared that my beloved would see me


So I denied this desire for fear of her sadness or her denial of my appearance


And I saw that escaping Worse


And I saw that reality is worse


My cup of alienation was filled before my dream settled


Thus life passed as the clouds passed


I began to fear coincidence


All the trees remind me of my country


All the beautiful women remind me of my beloved


And thus our dreams were scattered


I regretted that life was not satisfied with her coffee


My lungs were not satisfied with her perfume


The sound of the waves is hurtful


Between the high and low tides my body and heart were consumed


And I knew that my beloved would not come and that silence would devour me and tear me apart


Alienation was an obstacle and union was forbidden


But I knew how to hear myself and I knew when to cry


But speaking in a loud voice is suspicious


I have come now to play hymns to the wind


I have come now to be a musical choir with the wheat ears


We will triumph over the sickles and let them depart in peace


We will leave the price due to us and calm down


We will weave Perfumed by spring and wearing a rain shroud


I will meet myself when I find my beloved

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  1. Here I have a message from the sweetest girl🙏
    1-🙏
    🙏 The turmoil of the soul, its fluctuations and its endless demands are the source of danger if we follow it to be satisfied with us, it is not convinced by anything at all, it may make us feel afraid while we are safe and make us feel happy and delude us with happiness, sometimes it talks to us about its anger, so we get angry for its sake and get upset while we are on our pillows, and no one knows about us that the soul is like a wild horse that may lead us to destruction or sterile endings.
    Obedience to the soul is an epidemic.
    As for intuition, this is a confusing matter, thousands of miles may separate us, but I sometimes feel you, then I say that she is tired or she is in a state of joy or something else. Perhaps intuition tells me that you will receive a message soon, and then it does not take long until her message has arrived.
    Did I tell you before that my intuition told me that behind the ribs of that angry girl is a soft, pure and kind heart?
    Yes, my intuition precedes me, and we usually say (my heart told me)
    2-
    🙏Only the pure heart, the virtuous soul, and the fragrant spirit carry the wounds of brothers. As for wounds and fractures, the heart full of light often wipes them away, even if they leave scars that it often tries to hide from its eyes. Here lies the strength of victory, the breadth of the chest, and the pleasure of forgiveness.

    3.
    🙏I do not swear by the One who created you, created me, and created the universes falsely and slanderously.
    You always come to mind and in my mind despite the suffering.
    This is how I do not know the reason.
    But your presence in us was the most beautiful thing.

    4.
    🙏Souls intertwine, and their threads do not slip from each other, even if the bodies are far apart.

    5.
    🙏Loyalty is that we still remember you in every beautiful thing that resembles you and in every melody poem.

    6.
    🙏And from the heights of the sky, it flashes to the inhabitants of the banks of the night, shining in the darkness as the beginning of the message.
    It communicates with colors.
    In the pomegranate blossom.
    And the rainbow stood in amazement.
    Lilac blossoms are drenched in the rain of wishes.
    In the clouds, I am still Astonished by its horizons
    For poems to run to the depths of hearts
    The lines of separation are filled with neighing
    We forget our faces between the breaks of her book like mirrors
    She puts perfume in Adar's pocket
    The seagull butterflies offer perfumes to the horizons
    She is the one we did not know
    7.
    🙏Given by Rayhana to wean her from the temptation of the alphabet
    Hanging from the braid of her maids and the chandelier
    And rains rose water on our bodies
    A hand of thanks is not enough to thank someone who has the luxury of feeling

    8.
    🙏A prophecy of heavy rain on the plateaus

    Ample giving for the seasons of narcissus and chrysanthemums

    9.
    🙏And in the warmth of the place the laurel grows

    Wreaths of light and brilliance

    Ears of wheat and the gentle hissing of the air
    Coolness on the dreamy chests

    10.
    🙏
    I only have my imaginations in which I see you happy with what you have. I am here, sunburned and tattooed on my skin from its hot flames. Like the high mountains, I am patient with hunger. I am a king without a kingdom, and I am a prince without a tribe. I am happy with your presence here.🙏🙏🙏 🙏🙏🙏🙏

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  2. Words that hang around my heart as precious jewels never forgot, thank you.

    I have fallen in love with the in-between

    Many, few, and too far it seems

    Yet here I stand, golden crown of sorrow, bloody sword sheathed

    My gown growing over my dazzling pain pressed into diamond rings

    I've gone forward and back

    Backwards to front

    Now I stand upright and pardon this being blunt...

    I AM

    We Are

    But the twist I learned, ready was I not

    Yet, I did not hesitate to accept...

    I AM not the Mother

    I AM not the Bride

    He crowned me King to return in steady stride

    So should it be a road We can not trod,

    I go alone, with my scales and thy rod

    Love eternal no matter Your choice

    But I Am Here and damn, this blessed voice

    All Praise to Most High

    M

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    1. When the moonlight emerged from its twilight I was waiting for you

      When the wave came running towards me I rushed to it and asked it about you but it faded from shyness because it did not bring news

      You wrapped my soul like a letter and told it to bring a seed of perfume from it but it cried

      I am here with you writing letters of longing

      I feel the holes in my heart bleeding with the words

      I hide your smile in my eyes

      Have I told you about the joy that sometimes overwhelms me

      Yes I will tell you only when I find my immortal melody with the tune of the lively pulse flowing with the songs of the four seasons

      Have you seen that old man leaning on his crutch while mumbling incomprehensible words

      He sings my melody like the tune of wheat ears dancing with the breezes

      He sings a tune to extinguish the fire of diaspora and declares his bullying of the times of homelessness and loss

      I heard him say how many meem my lips contain and how many poems I need in order to mend the wounds of my heart

      Your presence Which I covered myself with, blooming above the dream of my soul
      And flowing in my veins. Now it is my melody, a light I walk towards, so my soul will not get lost while it is on the path of loyalty and pure souls

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