Do not despair if your feet stumble and you fall into a wide pit... you will emerge from it more cohesive and stronger... and God is with those who are patient.
Isolation is not bad, it is a home for weary souls.
Give your entire life for a sincere feeling and a heart that contains you... and do not give a moment of it for the sake of a lover who ran away... or a heart that abandoned you without any reason.
Do you know what makes me sad? They argued with me repeatedly, so I told them that you were different.
I can no longer bear the idea of meeting someone new. It terrifies me to imagine a long moment of frankness in which I say all the things I said before.
If yesterday was lost... then you have today in your hands, and if today will gather its papers and leave, you have tomorrow... Do not be sad about yesterday, for it will not return, and do not be sorry for today... for it is gone.
How can you be tough... How can you be tough and leave? How can you forget our love? How can you grow old?! You go away, you go away from my life... carrying the disappointment of a traveler!! Do not blame me, my tormentor, for my nostalgia...writes the memory on the line of thoughts.
Sometimes we may become accustomed to sadness until it becomes a part of us and we become a part of it...And sometimes the human eye gets used to some colors and loses the ability to see others...And if he tried to see what was around him, he would discover that the color black is beautiful...but the white is more beautiful than it and that the color of the sky is grey. It stirs feelings and imagination, but the color of the sky is clearer in its blue... So search for serenity, even if it is just a moment... And search for fulfillment, even if it is tiring and difficult... And hold on to the threads of the sun, even if it is far away... And do not leave your heart, your feelings, and your days for things whose time is wasted.
Loss is: losing yourself in a past that has passed a lot while you are still living in it.
If you do not find someone who makes you happy, try to make yourself happy... and if you do not find someone who lights a lamp for you, do not look for someone else who extinguishes it... and if you do not find someone who plants a flower in your days... do not seek someone who planted an arrow in your heart and went away.
Tears welled up in the eyes at the farewell, and they sent out tears of longing and nostalgia... He said goodbye to what is meant by abstinence... The wretched person is divided, may God help... O Hasayef, our time and life is wasted. We meet for two days and the difference is years.
Do not be sad if a deadly arrow comes to you from the people closest to your heart...you will find someone who will remove the arrow and restore your life and smile.
Things seem like they will never get better.
Don't put all your dreams in one person...and don't make the journey of your life the destination of someone you love, whatever his qualities...and don't think that the end of things is the end of the world...the universe is not what your eyes see.
Do not wait for a lover who sold you...and wait for a new light that can creep into your sad heart and bring back joy to your days and return to your heart its beautiful beating.
Sad songs are enough to make you commit suicide in hell.
Do not try to search for a dream that has let you down...and try to make the state of brokenness the beginning of a new dream and do not stand long on the ruins, especially if bats have inhabited them and ghosts have known their way...and search for the sound of a bird creeping beyond the horizon with the light of a new morning.
It is nice to see something that used to hurt you and now it doesn't move you at all.
O eye, do not weep, live the blessing of oblivion... The loss of your tears falls on those who do not consider it.
Do not look at the papers that have changed color... and whose letters have faded... and whose lines are lost between pain and loneliness... you will discover that these lines are not the most beautiful things you wrote... and that these papers are not the last things you wrote... and you must differentiate between the one who put your lines in his eyes... and the one who threw them to the winds ...These lines were not just beautiful, fleeting words... but they were the feelings of a heart that was lived, letter by letter... and the pulse of a human being that carried them as a dream... and was filled with pain in their fire.
Lately...I like being on the edge of things...so that the pain of falling doesn't scare me.
Don't be like the heron...that wondrous bird that sings the most beautiful bar while bleeding...nothing in the world is worth a single drop of your blood.
Do not consider a broken heart like a broken hand... The hand is forced and thoughts remain ill... Do anything, but do not let down someone who has put all his trust in you.
Sadness is that slow death... It is that silent pain that is implanted in the human body while he tries to hide it and appears publicly in the form of vibrations in the body like an earthquake that works to shake all feelings of pain.
Change will be very painful when hearts that you thought were the other part of you change.
My tears forced me to write... My worries forced me to cry... My heart forced me to think... Thinking forced me to suffer... Pain forced me to bleed... Bleeding forced me to die... Death forced me to grieve.
And whoever brings us back a dream stolen by circumstances!!.
In the north of the earth, and you in the south, there is night, distance, and conflict between us... I came to you while the waves played in every direction, and because of bad luck I broke the sail... You taught me your smile and how to melt, and your absence taught me how to get lost.
I felt my pain...I know nothing but a sad smile...and the height of my joy...I see the smile on the face of childhood...there is no truer than the innocence of children...there is no truer than the tears of childhood...I wish I was a child when I cry I find my mother's tenderness...I find her chest and I find the sincerity that consoles me...I get lost in A world in which there are many lies...in which there is little truth and many betrayals.
Do not trust someone who loves you quickly, because he either wants you for fun, or tries to make someone forget you.
Do not travel to the desert in search of beautiful trees, for you will not find in the desert nothing but loneliness, and look at the hundreds of trees that contain you in their shade and make you happy with their fruits... and encourage you with their songs.
Who do you miss? Search your heart...the hearts that yearn for people groan...and the hearts that yearn for God are at ease.
Don't try to recalculate yesterday and what you lost in it; So the age when its leaves fall will not return again, but with every new spring other leaves will sprout, so look at those leaves that cover the face of the sky and let go of what fell on the earth for it has become a part of it.
I make oblivion every night because I am fully aware that returning after absence is completely tasteless.
I swear to God, I did not wish... The difference will be at the time... It is not abandonment... No desertion, O you who think that I am in my beloved, excuse me to leave... And I am forced to leave.
The moment I try to be good...I discover that I am worse.
Do not regret the love you lived, even if it became a memory that hurts you. If the flowers have dried up and lost their fragrance, and nothing remains of them but thorns, do not forget that they gave you a beautiful fragrance that made you happy.
My tears are running down my cheeks from my heat...as long as you refuse to listen to me despite my love...how many times I have stayed up crying because the night has bored me...and you Egypt are the cause of my loss.
My heart has restricted cries that I want to get rid of...I need a hug to lay my head on...I swear I will not complain or talk, I will cry quietly.
I will convince myself that you are dead... and I will hold a funeral for you in my memory and live in mourning for your soul... and if I see you one day... I will say that it creates a resemblance of forty.
No, the world has become narrow for me. I said, “Where are you? Oh, who entertains me. I miss everything that is tight. Even if I tie the rope in your right hand... Whoever gives water to the weary while his saliva is dry... Your excuse is with you, even if you commit evil, it will not disgrace you... And if you commit adultery, then you are beautiful without comment.
How I wish I could get away from everything...until I couldn't stand it anymore.
One of them does not remember me except when I ask about him, does not miss until I talk to him, and does not care except when I admonish him...does he deserve attention!
Don't worry about me, time...things are fine...and don't worry about what happens to me...I'm still being deceived and hurt by the people closest to me...so don't worry because things are really fine...do you know why? Because my life is like this!!
In the middle of the night, I love my solitude, even though it is dark and cold. It awakens my memories and pages have been destroyed.
They think that when we are silent we are fine. I wish they could hear the noise of our hearts and realize that we are screaming silently.
Able to go away if you are not able...as long as it comes from you, I mean, what will happen...your beauty that is in the mirrors is only fleeting...like the scent of a rose, its life is short...these are my letters, and I am not a poet, but from your repentance, I have learned a lot by leaving you and your conscience while you are a messenger...the cruelest thing is ((torture of conscience) )).
Damn those hearts that hurt without realizing it.
I don't need people who care about me temporarily...and who simply don't care about me.
I still think a thousand times, “Did you love me?” Or did the world throw me at you instead of someone else?
You broke my image with your eyes, and what is broken will be difficult to come back again...and if there is anything left in your hands, throw it at me and break me with your eyes of ice.
I no longer care about anything but my heart. I am tired of the people and friends I have on my fingers who cut off my hand.
What happened is enough for me... Oh my heart, do not be shocked... Everything is possible in existence... He who dies cannot return.
I adore silence and I think it is one of my most wonderful qualities...even the language of silence is one of my languages...silence is the title of my lines in my verses...and silence is a rule that I follow in my life...it is not necessary for me to speak until you understand my contents...you can look into my eyes and find all my answers...so whoever does not understand my silence How will he understand my words?
The story of my torment did not happen to lovers... I once complained about the situation that happened to me... O people, I have no titles for happiness... Happiness has no scope in my life... I carry my wounds and hold back tears in my eyes... and I complain of separation from what is dear to the soul.
I wish I hadn't told anyone about you...so that the disappointment would remain between you and me only.
I have exceeded my patience by miles and it is not possible for him to race with me... I left him the day you left me and I left until my eyes hurt... Okay, I declare it, I am dead and all people leave me, and if you pass by my memory, please forget me.
They talk to me about loneliness, so I smile. There is no one who has been broken and broken by loneliness like me! They talk to me about silence, so I smile. No one loves silence and is addicted to it like me! They talk to me about the cold, so I smile. No one has been muted by the cold and whose ribs have shivered like me! And they tell me about you and I cry! No one... loves you... like me.
Do you look sad or are the eyes of the night worried? Is my complaint big or is my concern too much? Dead and joy, but I am anxious tricks? Or that the wound in my heart is huge...and it has caused me pain.
Sadness is always elegant, it only chooses good hearts, just like us!
You have deceived me in my world, and the effect of emotions has deceived me. I think that you are my love in my life, but your truth has become clear to me (salvation) From today I am looking for someone to comfort me and keep your cruelty away from me.
We cry to forget... and we forget to live... and we live to love... and we love to cry... this is life... so shame on everyone who tortures, betrays, and underestimates the feelings of a human being... as if he does not know that in this universe, as you condemn, you will be condemned.
I see that you have abandoned me for a long time... and you have not returned to me since that day... you used to be impatient with me... and you have disobeyed my love since you forbade me... so how have those characteristics changed?! And who is this about me? My peace be upon you... still blows with the breeze to your arms.
God, at the end of our love, you are the one who started... Oh God, what a shock and what a mistake my life is... you were my dream, you were my joy, you were my people... you were my home, you were my soul, and more precious than my precious things.
Oh, I have given you so much, and you have taken so much more... I was silent and did not speak or express my silence... and the calamity is that the more I gave to your eyes, the more you forgot... I would like to know only one thing, where my sacrifices went.
No matter how far apart we are, your love is planted in my heart... and separation does not happen and I cannot prevent it... and love is not a passing word... love is in the conscience and in the hidden soul of all of it... I gave you all my love and all my emotions and anything about you that I cannot prevent... let my tears hurt the cheek and change it and Job was patient in the face of blindness and then saw the light for whom The one who loses him is present, and I am patiently patient. May God make me forget the sadness and lift it up.
From my eyes, I only asked for a little... I am present and grateful to stay away from you... I withdraw silently, leaving no evidence and I promise to forget you and forget you forever... Do not think that staying away from you is impossible!! No, by the Lord of the universe, I challenge you yet.
After my death, I wet the soil of the graves with tears... and embrace me with the specters of departure without return... “Forgive me, forgive me” and remind me of the love that dwells in my ribs... after my death... come on the night of my departure... join them in my washing... do not leave... teach them who you are... say: you live in my eyes after my death.
How difficult it is to live deceived... that delusion is the one that draws the path to tears... Please do not be sad or cry for a person... who takes love as the path to tears.
You deceived me, killed me, played with my feelings, and hurt me, but I will forget my pain and forget my wounds... and I will emerge from the miserable experience of your love stronger than before entering the prison of your deceptive love.
