What was said about the morning

the morning

the morning It is the beginning of every new day written for us in this life. The morning truly begins when the sun of optimism first rises from within us. The morning is a symbol of new beginnings. No matter how long the night is, the sun must rise announcing a new morning, bringing with it a new hope. We have brought you a bouquet of the most beautiful things. Words were said about the morning.

What was said about the morning

• Morning is always associated with the birth of a new day, full of hope, activity and vitality.
• I do not believe in circumstances. The people who advance in this life are those who wake up in the morning to search for the circumstances they want.
• When you wake up in the morning, think about how precious the gift of life is, to breathe, think, enjoy, and love.
• Do not leave this morning, do not let it pass without taking a look at your heart, for those who forgot their hearts in the mornings, forgot their sun that does not set.
• Not sleeping at night means realizing every moment that you are not normal, and therefore I am impatiently waiting for the morning and the day to come when I have the right not to sleep.
• Let us part now, as long as there is a sparkle in our eyeballs, and as long as there is some nectar at the bottom of my cup and your cup, for soon the morning will come and the moon will fade, and we will glimpse in the light what the palms of boredom have drawn, on our foreheads and on our lips, and we will realize that the tender feeling has passed away mockingly and has been swept away by fate.
• The bright morning light washes every corner of the world without interruption.
• Before the age of technology, I did not start my day by browsing my phone. I forgot what I was doing in the morning. Maybe I was not doing anything, but I have no doubt that this nothingness was beautiful. I remember that I was happy in the morning.

Poetic verses about the morning

Night Shepherds Poem What the Morning Did

The poem “The Shepherds of the Night What the Morning Did” by the poet Qais bin Al-Malouh. His name is Qais bin Al-Malouh bin Muzahim Al-Amiri, and his origin is attributed to the people of Najd. He was nicknamed Majnun Laila due to his passion for Laila bint Saad, with whom he grew up until she grew up and her father withheld her. He is a poet who wrote poetry from Poets of the pre-Islamic era.

The shepherds of the night did what the morning did

And the beginnings of it did not do the sailor

What is the matter with those who took my heart captive?

Do they stay or find souls in them?

What is the matter with the stars that are suspended?

With the heart of the soul, it has no comfort

It is as if the heart was told to have lunch one night

Laila Al-Amiriyah or Yarah

A cat was struck by a snare, so it fell asleep

You are pulling him while the wing is stuck

It has two chicks that were left in a desert

And their nest is buffeted by the wind

If they hear the wind blowing, they will blow

And they said, “Mother, spirits come.”

She did not get what she hoped for at night

Nor was she comfortable in the morning

Night shepherds, be whoever you want

The best love has taken me away

A poem that justifies my loneliness this morning

A poem for me that justifies my loneliness this morning by the poet Yahya Al-Samawi, an Iraqi poet born in the town of Samawah in Iraq in 1949 AD. He graduated from Al-Mustansiriya University in Iraq with a BA in Arabic Literature. He worked in Iraq and the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and then immigrated to Australia. Among his poetry collections are: Poems in a Time of Captivity and Weeping. And Your Eyes for Me are a Homeland and an Exile, A Wound as Wide as a Homeland, and many other collections of poetry.

“Reading letters from inside the country”

I have nothing to explain my loneliness this morning

As if I turned a blind eye to the roses in the garden

And my son's delight in the pigeons

I have nothing to explain my loneliness this morning

My mother suffers from deafness, and she has lived for a long time

Why don't I stop calling her?

Can a blind person see more than darkness from a lamp?

I have no excuse for my loneliness this morning

Our neighbor Hasiba

She sold the emaciated bull

She traded two clothes for the plow

Her daughter - whose engagement was broken off - bought a loom

But sheep are scarce.

She was almost married to a wealthy man over seventy

Had he not had diabetes

He did not write the book

She inherited nothing but the abaya and the bracelet

They are a marble house

I have no excuse for my loneliness this morning

As if I was listening

For the past that has not yet come

And to rephrase the text that

I neglected it for two years

I don't know why I don't stop

About turning back

I never tire of contemplating my ruins

And send me more

I have nothing to explain my loneliness this morning

Nahla had a baby with two heads.

“Nahla” was the lamp during childhood nights

She made me laugh once... and I grew up!

I remember that - in the same breath -

I wrote a poem about it...

And when I read it in class

The teacher applauded me

However, the rest of the students

My humour made them laugh

From modern photography

I have no excuse for my loneliness this morning

Rifaat says in his last letter:

“Mahmoud bin Kadhim” became - after the pardon - free

However, his talk leads to reasonable doubt

He is exaggerated in conversation

About moving backwards

Or

Step back

I have no excuse for my loneliness this morning

And what will be slaughtered in the garden of my mouth

Azahira Ibtisami

Hamada the porter, his donkey died

I think it is likely to be “Hamada al-Hammal.”

He killed the donkey

As a measure of the “ration card”

And the market that was depressed

And for the field that no longer knows the green of the grass

Hamada the porter was specialized in transporting vegetables

He was most famous in Heaven.

From the Minister of Foreign Affairs...

However, the government of the “mujahid hero” punished him

Because he

He let the donkey urinate under a platform

A picture of the “Majestic Corner” was raised on it.

Hamada the porter is ignorant of politics.

He did not participate in the parliamentary elections.

When he is asked, he does not answer

And it is said:

The senior government official in “Samawa”

He was speaking at a rally

On the birthday of “Ibn Subha”

Then Hamada the porter happened to pass by.

The donkey celebrated

(Maybe the donkey got confused)

So it was

That drowned out the braying of the preacher

And so

I think it is “Hamada al-Hammal”

He killed the donkey

Or the government forced him

By order of its intelligent leader

“Hamada the porter” is accused

By pitting the donkey against the government

And “the majestic”

I have nothing to justify my loneliness...

Baghdad talks a lot about spring

The newscast foretells autumn

He may last a thousand years in the land of the Tigris!

And behind me is a walking corpse.

And a cemetery in front of me!

Thoughts about the morning

The true victory for any person is not to invest his gains and profits, but rather the most important victory is to transform his defeats, stumbles and personal losses into successes and victories, which is to always believe that will, struggle and patience in the face of adversity are the weapons of the morning to achieve wishes and dreams and conquer the bats of darkness that bring together those fleeing from... life.

When a person wakes up in the morning, heartbroken and has fifteen hours to kill before he can go back to sleep, what good is it to him to be free? Freedom does not help a person in life sometimes.

O son of Adam, I am a new age and a new day... so do not concern me with anything but goodness, for I am a watcher and a martyr over your deeds... a morning when the glow of my years creeps into the basements of the soul, igniting them with vitality and energy... a morning that breathes perfume... and breathes remembrance... a morning that sways the branches of hearts to the joyful nightshade of brotherhood. .. The morning of work is filled with hope.. Good morning, and the Mole Committee urges us to proceed..

I now feel that I am a stranger in this existence, and that as I grow more and more in this world every day, I become more and more estranged among the people of life and feel the painful meanings of estrangement, the estrangement of one who roams the unknown parts of the earth and roams the farthest reaches of the unknown, and then comes to talk to his people about his distant journeys and does not find a single one of them who understands who he is. The language of his soul, the alienation of the poet whose heart woke up in the twilight of life when human hearts lay down on the soft beds of sleep, and when the morning came and he spoke to them about the fears of the night and the horrors of darkness, and he spoke to them in his songs about the twinkling of the stars and the fluttering of dreams dancing among the hills, he did not find anyone who understood the language of his heart, nor Whoever understands the songs of his soul, now I realize that I am a stranger among the people of my country.

Messages about the morning

First message:

An early morning heart asking for forgiveness..

And for the law of his Lord and to support his religion, he muster..

Morning, the letters of brotherhood are printed on the forehead of life, a kiss of loyalty..

Morning lavender and souls transcend..

A pearly morning of purity..

Golden serenity for those who have siblings in the soul... and companions on the path... brotherhood and what brotherhood

Second message:

There is nothing more beautiful than moments of purity and calm.

The sound of birds emerging over the horizon little by little.

And the sounds of life that began to appear..

Nothing is more beautiful than the morning..

Gradual ascension to a new day.