To enter my house
Means... to forget what's outside your heart
To forget all the streets of your sorrow
To enter the room of my soul
To walk until you reach the balcony
On the balcony...
A bird and a horse...
And affectionate
Why is life upset?
Or are we upset with it?
Am I the one not content?
Or has joy been absent for years?
I am the one who lost his way on the road,
And returned after being lost,
Full of moans.
Pain complained about me,
And the
This person is “mean” and this one is such a” coward” .He is “selfish”. She is “arrogant”. No, he is “silly” and she is “heartless.” If he had only done so and so he wouldn’t
Introduction... You do not have to be scared today, nor tomorrow or for any countless years to come, for livelihoods are in Allah’s hands.
Review... Certainly, and there's no doubt about it, the definition of a State, according to Wikipedia,
Life for all of us begins as an empty canvas, gradually painted over with vibrant hues that go beyond mere blacks and whites. A slow process, sometimes painstaking and other times fluid, continuously transforming a vast emptiness into a complex scene
And when they say that it’s very bad that I’m lonely
I say that everything has its reason
People have become very sick today
Minds are intertwined with new lies.
Maid Corbic, a young poet hailing from Tuzla, Bosnia Herzegovina, shares his poem
Maid Corbic from Tuzla, Bosnia Herzegovina, is a well awarded young poet. Many of his works have been published in anthologies and
