She speak in shades of sunrise and carries starlight in her bones.

You toyed with my heart like it meant nothing…. I’m done searching for reasons, done breaking inside…. No wish can erase this pain. You’ll never see my softness again…that part of me is no longer yours….

Loyalty is someone who is with you in all circumstances, not just according to the circumstances.

أماكن تمر بها ..فيؤلمك المرور بها ألماً ووجعاً .. فهنا كنت أجمل .. وهنا كنت أصغر .. وهنا كنت أنقى .. وهنا كنت أصدق .. وهنا كنت أطهر .. فتعود محملاً منها بكل الأشياء إلا نفسك..

"لا يبكي الإنسانُ دائمًا بسبب ضعفه، أحيانًا يبكي لِشدّةِ قوّته؛ قوّة قَلْبه، وثبات أقدامه، وطول صبره، واعتداده بنفسه، واعتزازه بقدراته، يبكي لأن قومه يحتمون به ويراهنون عليه في حين أنه لا يجد منهم أحدًا يحتوي قوّته ويستوعب صبره، يبكي لأنّ ثمنَ القوّةِ صعبٌ جدًا."

I walk the streets as if I were a stranger in a city that doesn't know my name. I search for a shade to protect me from the heat of questioning. I search faces for features resembling mine... but I find none. All voices have become a cacophony. All dreams are lost in dark

My letters will not make your dry land grow, nor will my expressions blossom in your cracked chest. I smelled you with love and drew you with life, but your heart remained barren, never knowing rain, nor listening to the dew of longing. No matter how much I engrave my name on

Love, a tacit agreement between two unhappy parties to overestimate each other. ~ Emil Cioran

لا بأس يا أنا، إن صرتِ ضيفةً في حكايةٍ جديدة تبدأينها بضحكةٍ مرتجفة واسمٍ تُعيدين نُطقه على استحياء. لا بأس إن وُلدتِ في عيونٍ لا تعرف وجعكِ بعد، وإن تقاسمتِ سُكّرة البدايات مع من لم يذق ملوحة نهاياتكِ القديمة. فأنتِ لم تُخلقي لتبقي حبيسة دفتركِ، ولا لتُكرّري مأساتكِ كأنها نشيدكِ

اللهم إنّا ضعفاءُ بين يديكَ، أثقلَنا الهمُّ وأرهقَنا البلاء، فارحَمنا برَحمتِكَ الواسعة، وأغِثنا بلُطفِكَ الخفي، اللهم لا تترُكنا لأنفُسِنا طرفةَ عين، واجعل لنا من ضيقِنا فرجًا، ومن بؤسِنا رحمة، ومن خوفِنا أمانًا، فأنتَ أرحمُ بنا منّا، وأقربُ إلينا من حبلِ الوريد.

She said: It's as if we were struck by the night, and as if it chose us as its guards..! I said: Or Perhaps it is He who guards us with His silence and His absolute calm over events..! ; He works within us longing, thought, nostalgia, and memory..! Imru' al-Qais once said: And a

Our laughter..... is a lie... comes from... a worthless suffering... has destroyed the purity of a heart... wanted it broken... And our music..... is the sigh of the soul Between the pain of a broken heart... And a mind that refuses... to submit... Damn. You... O breath... How do

"Despite my belief that the things that go away were not good for us and my absolute certainty that nothing real ends, I cannot stop wondering: Why do the things we want not always want us?"

❤️ I love you "I want to see you, to hug you, to contemplate your face for a long time to be well to get rid of all the impurities that the days have left in me. I want you in front of me because I know that seeing you is my healing, my peace... and my desire... And the only

Hypocrites are like cheap perfume...their smell gives them away no matter how elegant they pretend to be.

Remove the veil of selfishness from my shoulders. This love was heavy. Your palms were not sore because of it. And I always satisfied it with crumbs. You will try to hide your laughter. And that a stutter escaped your tongue. You will not make excuses as usual. The weight of

وشلون انام الليل واغمض عيوني... مشتاق لك مشتاق ليش يلوموني

Bitter as an orange peel, salty as tears, the taste of life in my mouth. I swallow and smile, the smile of a broken sun sneaking between the branches. I walk over crocodiles, I see their tears and cry honey with them. The wolf is my friend, he abandoned the story and the

The color is as sweet as my love for you..

شاغلني وشاغل بالي... عيني عليك يا غالي...