We are all sinners                                                                                                     Simply we're human beings ...                                                                                Repentance's door is greatly open to                                                                      All of us anytime,anywhere,and everywhere ...                                                     Those who insist on going on ,then                                                                         Hell will be their suitable place ...                                                                           Heaven was created by God                                                                                    For those who do good deeds anytime ...                                                               Repentance's door is widely open to all sinner                                                       Simply Because God is Great and Merciful ...

كانت و ما زالت و ستظل مديتنا                                                                                            جميلة                                                                                                                           رغم الاوجاع و رغم الآلام التي                                                                                            ترزح تحتها ...                                                                                                               لقد تحولت - بين ليلة و ضحاها -                                                                                          الى مدينة للأشباح و كذلك للموت ...                                                                                      ماذا حصل لمدينتنا الجميلة ؟!                                                                                                مدينتنا قوية و صامدة                                                                                                         و لن تركع الا لله ...                                                                                                           ستظل شمس مدينتنا مشرقة                                                                                                      و مهما حصل                                                                                                              و ستظل في قلوبنا و في عقولنا                                                                                         الى الابد ...........................

My heart feels and                                                                                                    My mind feels you too                                                                                             Simply because I know                                                                                            You are suffering from                                                                                             Everything around you ...                                                                                       All that is merely a summertime's cloud                                                                Crossing ,but slowly ...                                                                                             Everything will be okay                                                                                           You just be patient .

Everything got burnt and                                                                                      Everyone got perished                                                                                            Simply because some of us                                                                                     Lacked that pretty wisdom  ...                                                                                Stubbornness and stupidity                                                                                    Prevailed of that pretty wisdom ...                                                                         When owning wisdom,then                                                                                    We own everything that is good ...                                                                         Wisdom still works as a pretty alternative ...

Death tolls increase and                                                                                           Gravediggers are wanted                                                                                         Simply because those ugly wars                                                                             Sweep and reap more innocent souls                                                                      Here and there ...                                                                                                      Life is getting worse and worse                                                                               Simply because man kills man                                                                               Anywhere and everywhere ...                                                                                  More graves are needed everyday                                                                           For those new dead people ...                                                                              Wars or infighting never stop                                                                            Here and there                                                                                                      For many reasons ...                                                                                            All corpses are still in the streets and                                                                  Inside those destroyed buildings                                                                         Here and there ..............                                                                                       Life is unbearable and ugly                                                                                 For many reasons ....                                                                                            There are no more gravediggers                                                                         Simply because everyone died ...                                                                        That's our world now ...                                                                                       Where are we ?!                                                                                                   _____________________

A poem is everything                                                                                              That conveys                                                                                                             What I feel or what I sense anytime ...                                                                    It depicts or it can tell about                                                                                    One thing or a lot of things in life ...                                                                       It might talk about a flower ,a hero,a war or                                                         Anything anywhere and everywhere ...                                                                 It might contain                                                                                                        Lovely things or bad things                                                                                     Simply because it depends ...                                                                                                            It might be in the shape of a flower or                                                               A person ...                                                                                                           It might contain pretty messages                                                                        About people or about things ...                                                                          I love to write poems all the time                                                                        Simply because I feel myself                                                                               Amid my poems anytime ...                                                                               _____________________

Undoubtedly all great players know                                                                      Their roles accurately ...                                                                                           No one goes beyond                                                                                                 One's role anytime ...                                                                                               All roles are planned greatly                                                                                    To suit themselves ...                                                                                                 Any violation of one's role ,then                                                                              It will inevitably lead to one's end ...                                                                       Crossing red lines is not allowed anytime ...

Eyes watch carefully ,                                                                                                Ears hear fearfully ,                                                                                                  Hands tremble greatly ,                                                                                             Noses smell that gunpowder that fills                                                                      All places up ,and                                                                                                       Scared mouths talk about that war ...                                                                       At war and at anything like wars ,                                                                           No laws or regulations go on ,but                                                                             The volleys of bullets and the loud shelling are heard over there ...

If you are able to authorize or                                                                                 To entitle to do what you like ,then                                                                         Remember that God is over there ...                                                                        Man is a weak creature ,but                                                                                     Sometimes he goes beyond his abilities                                                                  To authorize himself to do what he likes ...                                                            It's better for everyone                                                                                              To control oneself anytime ...                                                                                      Everyone and everything have limits ...

There are many faces of                                                                                          That is called poverty ...                                                                                           All poverty's faces are ugly                                                                                      Simply because that's the way with it ...                                                                No one likes poverty ,but                                                                                         It's over there ...                                                                                                        As long as poverty prevails,then                                                                             There are poor people                                                                                               Anywhere and everywhere ...                                                                               _____________________

I am not scared ,but                                                                                                 I have scattered fears                                                                                               Here and there ...                                                                                                      I am in-between this                                                                                                 Or that ....                                                                                                                  I smile ,but                                                                                                                I don't laugh ...                                                                                                         I walk only                                                                                                                In my dreams ...

We have turned into                                                                                                 Hard rocks and even                                                                                                Harder pieces of rocks ...                                                                                         We are no more pretty                                                                                             As we used to be before ...                                                                                        We are merely foes in                                                                                               This world ...                                                                                                             We are greatly unaware of                                                                                      Of our inevitable end ...

That pretty face of that pretty moon                                                                      Looks pretty like that pretty face                                                                            On our planet anytime ,but                                                                                     When that pretty face of that moon                                                                       Disappears up in the sky                                                                                         In the daytime ,then                                                                                                 That pretty face ,                                                                                                      On our earth , appears permanently ...                                                                  Both of them are pretty and wonderful                                                                  Simply because both of them                                                                             Were created by a Great Creator ...                                                                    It's difficult to compare pretty faces                                                                   Like that one that is located up in the sky and                                                  That one that resides somewhere on our earth ....