To my wife Alaa, the most precious girl in the world.
Thank you for everything!
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What can I do?
If words cannot speak,
what I wish to say,
your love is like,
the summer's breeze,
or maybe like,
an autumn's day.
Or maybe like,
a child's dream,
which will not stop,
and will not sway...
الى آلاء، اغلى ما في الكون
لا تحزني لعتابي...
فالحب لا لا ينتهي،
بعبارة، بسحابة،
لا ينتهي كسراب...
I'm a person who doesn't watch news, don't care much about politics, but this time it's gone too far, enough is enough.
So long since I have written an article. But I was talking to a friend of mine about something that's been troubling me a lot these days, within our talk, he asked me, do you know what the word Fitna in the Quran means?
I miss you,
and I wonder,
where you are.
You're my rising sun,
my morning star.
My every dream,
and hope for tomorrow.
Where I can live,
without a trace,
of sorrow...
I look up high,
upon the star.
And then I wonder,
where you are.
Who is Mai? Mai Ziadah, anyone acquainted with Khalil Gebran may know her. She really means nothing to me, but I came to know of her through someone else. She's simply a symbol I use.
Never wanted to publicly put these poems online, but perhaps it is the only way to simply let go, by making them so less sacred than I had once held them to be.
Strange title? Well, read on. It is generally accepted that the universe came to be due to a sudden explosion that was called the big bang. Signs of the big bang are two many to ignore, for example, in 1964, the accidental detection of the Cosmic microwave background radiation was evidence for such a phenomena.
