When the last parent departs their children mourn. Sorrow dominates the air. However, of all their off springs the is one whose grief is unlike her siblings especially when the father or mother reaches old age and so does this very child. It’s their first baby. This child who is steadily approaching her fifties lived a full life with
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
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
Whoever has the chance to visit libraries and places of books and magazines sellers in squares and main streets now will see a dazzling novel invasion, and perhaps will not find a single poetry collection or a single short story collection amidst this abundance of novel publications.
During a field trip, I asked one of the book sellers at
