Thoughts of good evening

Thoughts of good evening

Thought in Arabic is derived from the word khatir, which means the soul, obsession, heart. Literarily, thought is literary prose that is eloquently organized and its writer uses images, similes, and metaphors through which a person expresses what is on his mind, such as describing his state if he is happy, sad, or admiring something, and sometimes he means The writer of a thought is to convey a specific message, whether literary, religious, or otherwise. The thought is not required to have a specific rhyme or musical meter, but rather what flows into his mind at that moment. This is why it is called a thought because it suddenly comes to the writer’s mind and he records it without prior preparation. It may be short or medium. , long, and the thought in Arabic literature is classified between short stories and free literature.

The most beautiful thoughts of the evening

• The best evening with your company, full of longing and warmth for your gathering.
• Good evening and may the night be bright with our company.
• O moon, the dearest men do not appear or appear from us. Their presence is a moon that illuminates us, and with their departure, the darkness of a night descends upon us.
• The beauty of the night is in the look of your eyes, the light of the full moon is drawn in your eyelids, and the whole universe is nothing without you.
• Good and beautiful evening, an evening full of longing and tenderness. I love you, you most precious people. I love you, you piece of diamond, and you shining moon for people.
• Good evening to my loved ones, to those who attended and to those who were absent. The best evening to a friend of mine that I will never forget.
• Your evening is the Paradise of the Most Merciful, fraught with the remembrance of the Qur’an. May God not deprive us of this evening, and gather us with the company of the Chosen One in the highest paradise. May God not deprive us of meeting him and drinking water from his hands. Pray for the Messenger of God.
• Our evening is sweetened by the remembrance of Mustafa Al-Adnan, to whom the Qur’an was revealed from the One, Benevolent God who created the heavens and the earth as well, and because of his greatness, every created being prostrated before him, whether they were humans, jinn, inanimate objects, or animals.
• May God not deprive us of your gathering in the evening, the sweetness of your company. May God not deprive us of your gathering in the evening. God is the world with your love. You are in the heart your abode, and the eyelashes of the eye are your protection. An evening that is only sweet with your gathering.
• Our evening is an evening of lovers in the company of good people. No matter how long the night is with you, we will never find anything better than staying with you. Our evening is bright with the presence of good people, people of glory, generosity and wise remembrance. May God bring us together with the prophets, martyrs and the truthful.
• I love reaching out to your eyes, I am your crazy longing, I am pulling away from you, my dear. May you be well and how are you.
• An evening that suits your dear ones, an evening that diminishes the breath of your passion, and those who contribute today with you will notice.
• My love, in your absence, all this world is absence, in your absence, all this world is a mirage.
• An evening of joy and happiness, and if it is not possible to find it, create it. How beautiful it is to make ourselves happy.
• You are beauty and its crown, you are the moon and its lamp, and you are the one I need, my need for your eyes.
• Your ghost passed through my dream. I rose and said hello. How would it be that if I saw you in front of me, do you think I would be able to sleep?
• Evening oud, and its perfumes, for good people, and its loved ones, for whom we always remember in his presence and absence.
• You can sleep and leave the world behind you, but when I sleep, my dream begins with you.
• A special evening is not the right of any people, people who are more precious than diamonds, sensitive in heart and feeling.
• An evening of splendor and feeling, an evening dedicated to the dearest people, an evening written in diamond water.
• Good evening, may God bless you. May your evening be sweet to the heart. May God protect you in every way. This is my prayer from the heart.
• A special evening for the dear ones, scented with pepper and jasmine. Our messages are only for the beautiful ones, and we tell them we miss them.
• Golden evening for the one whose heart is golden, and when I see him, I forget the fatigue and goodness comes to his path wherever he goes.
• With the calm of the night and the silence of people, I wanted to say hello and say good night, moon.
• If the sun sets, the moon takes its place, but if my beloved sets, no human being will take his place.
• You have two roses in the evening, a rose that tells you good evening, and a rose that says it is impossible to forget you.
• I keep asking for your company, remembering the sweetness of seeing you, and my eyes will forever remain an eye that longs to see you.
• Happy evening with a good soul and a balm for wounds. Happy evening with beautiful feelings and the sweetest people.
• The paradise of love I named you, and I gave you my soul and my heart, and I placed you on my head, and the best evening I met you.
• I felt that I was not well, and I thought and said, “Maybe it will be fine,” and I remembered that I had not said good evening to you.

Evening poems

From the poems that were said in the evening, we have selected some for you:

That evening

Salah Abdel Sabour

You told me about winged snakes

Sparks spark in the crescents of minarets

About a band of swords that do not let go

It has been encased in the rock and cannot be removed

Unless you read your names without it

Oh, the League of the Majestic

The brave ones

Al-Ahmed

Feelings

And you said:

O singer, sing

He closed his eyes in our presence

A melody that excites us

He remembers our victory

If the promised hour comes

We sing in her stripes

It has not lifted its clouds except for us

The hour in which you become the helmet of Satan

A cup of wine for the lord of knights.

It was already evening

Khalil Gibran

It was already evening

We walk slowly in the open air

Drunk on the wine of passion

Two songs of melody in the air

Complaining about our worries

Many of them are just complaints

Even if we come back on

The voice of the muezzin calling for dinner

We walked past a house

Compact and flimsy in construction

She stopped me and shouted

Leaping as an antelope leaps

Until it disappeared from there

I waited in dissatisfaction

I was confused about the matter

She went to him in secret

So I followed her in awe

I walk and am embarrassed

I saw Umm Badi

There was a trace of crying on her face

And I saw seven children

Patient, lean and miserable

Clothes black like darkness

The quarries are red like blood

It was as if Laila was among them

A king took care of the condolences

It blew, and it blew abundantly

And from her hands is hope

So I was ashamed of what happened to me

From there I went back

And I smiled when she came back, so say

Such is kindness in giving

So she disavowed a lie and did not

It is preceded by a slanderous statement

Perhaps the atmosphere lied

He was more sincere in generosity

I replied to her that I had an opinion

And let no eye lie

Do not deny the virtue that has appeared

Like the morning, sleep in the light

The cream hides its place

The birds of the sky will see it

Then we folded and reviewed

And fill our hearts with purity

Deciphering the meanings

We will punish with whatever we wish

Then, behold, a sparrow fell

From a balcony in the hands of the judiciary

A small, dry shame

Nothing remained of him except slander

A thirst that seeks to be quenched

Hungry looking for food

And she was very pleased with it

That guest was Laila when he came

She was happy to meet him

The joy of those who separate from each other

She was exhausted for his survival

The tricks of those who are keen to survive

She is kind to him like his mother

It includes brotherhood

So I praised her for her righteousness

With the miserable wretches

She said: Is there any disobedience?

Four is praiseworthy

I replied: It is a verse

God is in you without a doubt

The cream hides its place

The birds of the sky will see it

Tonight

Lukman Dirky

Who will come now

It smells of perfume

And in his hand a rose

Who will come

in his slow steps

When he knocked on the door, he shuddered

Who will come

Who will open the door and hug him?

Who will watch the scene?

It breaks from neglect

Are you alone tonight?

as you told me

But in your eyes a strange sparkle

And on your lips a craving kills me

Are you alone tonight?

Then why is your window lit?

And why on the balcony roses

I wish you were alone

As I really said...this evening

I am not enough for you alone

My ten fingers are not enough for your hair

My arms are not enough to hold you

And my mouth

He can't sip all the blood from your lips

lonliness

Evening

Ibrahim Nagy

Oh, the fruit of the eager and sincere one

Oh my great verse and poem

What provisions did I have left?

Except to recover this memory

What a brilliant evening and what

I keep the days in my mind

Your lips are full of thirst and thirst

Your mighty beauty is in my hand

We walk and the road is long for us

We would like to walk forever

We wish life were ours

Like our path and it became without anyone

We build on the ruins of our past

A giant palace of illusions

We keep weaving our hopes

And some bright dreams

I keep watering it and it fills me up

From a hidden resource behind suspicions

Even if I get drunk with hope

She staggered and leaned on my shoulder

I swore that I would be seduced by her

Where she was fed up with love in her blood

So I wiped her tears with kisses

And I imprinted my charter on her mouth

Just a quiet evening

Riyad Saleh Al-Hussein

This evening is too quiet

This evening is not quiet

I am a man or a pack of dynamite

Under my armpits are red goose or black rhinos

The woman with grassy breasts and calloused hands

She slept with her husband on the roof

So, this evening is not quiet

The bearded peasant did not sleep this evening

He stole a fat chicken yesterday

The criminal squad seized her bones in a waste barrel

So, this evening is not quiet

The wounded Frita died in the forest

It was covered by dense branches and swamps

Radio Monte Carlo did not mention anything about Rita

ladies and gentlemen:

Lucy the cat was killed under the wheels of the train

The master could not

To perform his duties

Marriage carefully

The evening is very quiet

On the banks of the Mississippi, a whore

She spins wool and knits socks for those killed in wars of justice

Poets talk about poetry...

Workers talk about work

Lovers talk about love

Peasants talk about cows

But tell me, dirty reader

The dead talk

On this quiet evening?

Of course they're not talking about hockey

Or the glories attained by the Princess of Monaco

Because she showed her underwear to a crowd of thieves

They are talking about death

Is death a cake or a Danish monkey?

Is it an apple or a playa with an apple-like nose?

Is death a dream or reality?

And if it is true

Why didn't Hitler still think about corralling the weak?

In gas pipes?

Why did Hulagu still assassinate peasant women?

In the cotton fields?

On this quiet evening

There is someone who pities everyone:

To bandits and flocks of migratory seagulls

For dark clouds and polite killers

And nationality restriction decrees

For failed lovers and stray city dogs

On this quiet evening

I will close the door of my room behind me and head towards the river

I should expect a kiss on the cheek

Or a dagger in the neck

Maybe a moon or a bomb is waiting for me

Violet or grave flower

I have to anticipate everything

The evening is quiet

The evening is not quiet!