Quotes

Inform about me the one whose home is in the heart, that homes for their people yearn, and that my body has become like a hospice, and everything in it has lovers.“In the verses of this book, love falls asleep like fire in the liver of an ember, and if it burns between its folds, you only blame your..

When I forcibly removed you from my chest with the hoarseness of my voice, I was so attached to it!..

There was someone, known as crueltyToo cruel, hated by all, tyrannical, and unanswered!He exaggerated his cruelty, until that day came suddenly!The one with whom he heard a response corresponding to his harshness, or more!She answered it, Karma!..

I see you everywhere on the streets and roads in the song "Alqak" and at other times in the movie..In roses and poetry, as if it were written for you, as if you are connected to everything around me, and everything you are, wherever I turn, I see you, because you are in my mind and you are still in ..

Where do I begin my thesis, what to say! And whispered wishes..Forbidden, from the heart of the stranger, between my fingers and your hair, a thousand wanderings..And a perfume whose name I don't know, O sleepy MalikaOn the night's rest, it seems I...love you!..

When music is scattered, between a melody and the melody of the other, mixed with many melodies, between love and hate, joy and sadness, parting and farewell, betrayal and refraction, the feelings of each other are mixed with each other, so are our feelings in a state of scattered, not because, we n..

My life passed, treachery passed, my chest wound, my blood flowed, life goes on, and wounds are wounds, so what if they were from stabbing my boyfriend?My eyes shed tears, I hide myself, I drown and you float, life goes on, and the memory lasts.I am overcome by the passion and longing that has settl..

سبت..أحمد..اثنين..ثلاثاء..أربعاء..خميس..جمعة..وُلِدْتُ أعرفهم، لم أكن يومًا أعلم أن أيام الأسبوع ثمانية!سمعت كثيرًا عن نجوم الظهر لكنّي أيضًا لم أرهم..حتى وجدتك..فبدأتُ أُؤمن بوجود نجوم الظُّهر..كإيماني بثامن أيَام الأسبوع الذِي سَتعُود به...

This small book conveys in its short pages a collection of mostly lyrical lines and pieces that I have written I different circumstance and situations over the past year, Of course every piece written has a story, but the meaning is as anything else in life, arbitrary, Never he intimidated to ta..

إلى من تخونه تعابيره أحيانا ويتوه في الكلمات..إلى من يرتبك بكلمات الحب والمشاعر التي ضلت الطريق، تلك المشاعر كتبتها عنك وقد أكون أصبت، إليك أنت كتبت كلماتي!..