Nothing is as it was... My cup of coffee is no longer the source of happiness that I would wait for from night to morning to revel in the meaning of peace and tranquility. Its aroma no longer has the joy that once tickled my senses with love and passion...
It no longer has that magical effect, capable of always awakening me, despite that
I love you today as the wave loves its shore,
And as the river loves its estuary.
I love you now, and I hear your voice coming,
It takes me in its hands,
And it elevates me,
Towards a space where Fairuzian songs are written,
And it takes me,
Towards a time written in musical notes.
I tune in to the sound's
Suddenly I wondered...
"What's the difference between journalism and electronic committees?!"
I don't know why this question suddenly occurred to me!!
In recent years, the confusion has been disturbing and chaotic amid the events of the revolution, the Brotherhood era, and the period after its fall.
After I moved
For expatriation from the homeland, there are endless hopes and aspirations that do not stop at its geographical borders, and these hopes do not recognize the long distances that the expatriate travels away from his homeland, imagining deep within himself that what he reaps in material and perhaps social gains can make him forget his pains or
Coffee has one face; every time you sip from it, a pleasant mood visits you. Nevertheless, you find that some people have several faces, and they make little effort to make any of those faces beautiful.
We know very well that we may not be able to discern the boundaries of the universe, nor human stupidity. Proverbs say that repetition
