A Poem for “May Queen”

I got known that I shall you meet;
Last night, I had of you a dream,
I couldn't see you so clear,
But, I kept wondering how you will be seen,
Like a star or a like a moon?
Thank you for appearing,
And, I cannot keep you out of leaving,
So, you got to disappearing;
For moments, you were amazing;
You came in and flighted far,
Like a season butterfly;
With your hazel eyes,
I got to the earth enchanted;
Charming beauty,
Slender with special scent;
And, I feel how lighted-shadow you are carrying,
How alluring you create,
It's Irresistible;
I like to take photos for butterflies,
When for my room they got in,
For luck Sake, I think;
But,this time I raised,
High in the sky,
I felt life and something,
Remain prolonging,
And with echo whispering,
Even if you got far;
And,I got an immortal photo with,
Marvelous astonishing, Season butterfly;
Fly may God bless you;
Rise,
In the happiness,
With all of my hope to,
Meeting you once again,
In a fantastic moments like;
Until then,
"Here I am",
With a thing's missing,Which you've stolen,
Though I wish, too,
With all happiness and joy to remain,
You "May Queen".

26th Aug. 09

أسكن الغسق الأرض

الغسق و الشفق
,
أمضى الغسق للحظات
,
سكينة الأمان
,
أم أمان السكون
,
الهدوء
.
موعد مع الملائكة
,
مع الله
,
تأمل صمت الجاهلية
,
"تأمل "قفا نبك على ذكرى
...
مع الأفق آية
,
ومع أنفسنا لاهية
،
لاهي تنسى ولا تشبع
!
لاهية
!
لاهي تسكت ولا ترحم
!
هي لاتقارن حتى بجمال الغسق و شهرته
,
والسكون تأبى
!
ولكن الغسق سكن
,
وأسكن كل نفس
،
وأسكن الأرض
,
ورسم جمالا في جبين السماء
.

The Sound of Raining

Have we ever thought to give the raining sound a name?
An attribute
An idiosyncrasy
Let me give the sound of raining an adjective, a name, an attribute...
The sound of Raining is the peace, happiness and secret of being happy alone!
Peace, and joy
Calmness, and carelessness without any guiltiness,
The sound of innocence,
The sound of new life,
With every drop you can see the pureness,
With these all drops together drawing the image of new life,
singing together: “This is just the secret of life, please enjoy, for sometimes, just sometimes, because we are not going to be around forever, so this is your chance, take some life for some moments, for just sometimes....”

11PM~12:39 AM, 7th-8th October 09

Me and My Friends

My friends, we know how hard to be in troubles and wishing someone were there.I, most of the times, face such moments. But still sometimes a friend finds me and gives me the shoulder and hands. And for the other times,I am taking the challenge to help myself. As it is the only way,and no one there for me but me. And to help me,I should help my friends, by being always their friend. And in sometimes, the shoulder and the hands. Even if sometimes we are not friends, but definitely we are in deeper.

My friends,I am always here for me and for you.

A friend in Jordan told me after I left: "When you need a help, ask God. He is the only One Who helps." My friend was almost right, but she forgot that God helps us only when we purely want and seriously try to help us. He helps us through us.

The writer
8th October
7:16p.m

A Poem for My Queen "AL ZAHRA'A", My Queen Ever Since

مشتقلك ياوردة دافئة ،
ارتاحت على ورقها الخمري ندى،
برقة غصنها شامخة تهمس،
لمن سمعها يحيى
ولمن جالسها يسعد،
ولمن قطفها يندم،
عطر فاح نال كل مدرك،
أسر الألباب
عاش في معبد،
ازهري كل حديقة
وانشري دفئا كم له افتقد
عيشي ياأمل
أملي بك كل فرح
فأنت البسمة التي ارتسمت
والتي رسمت
على خدي جنة
كل من مر بخدي يسعد
وعلى شفتاي بسمة أخرى
كل ما أريدها
أذكر زهرة.

The Polish-Actress-Style Glasses

Entrance: "Sorry, It's hard to get divorced with me. So, you are stuck"

That pink shirt,
With the Polish-actress-style glasses,
With the smile that talks,
Not only her smile,
But the every single gesture of her,
Adorable face,
And, the hair letting on,
And, the whispers,
That smile with a satisfying amount of,
Dependence, trust, and confidence;
Oh is it a "deja vu"?
This is the time,
The linear or the circular?
"I like the circular",
And, "I like both";
It's not the mystery of time,
Nor the space;
It's about her eyes,
As a piece of ocean,
Deeply enchanting;
....
To be continued

Our Next First Dinner Together

She tried hardly..
To fight against,
To freeze...
Not ....... anymore;
But, by the end it was hard to invite her once again;
But, superior-hands opened the door once again,
And, she's invited to my dinner!... ... Read more
It's my pleasure, indeed,
With that beauty that holds a beast inside;
Let's see how our research will walk,
Will it besides the moon,
Or under the rain?
But, who could imagine,
Last dinner my friends wanted to tell my story once again!
And, she was a memory from the past,
Is it to learn that the past could be the future, too?
Or, we've been collecting some flowers, candles, and the words,
For our next first dinner together?