There are pretty flowers and wild roses                                                                         Coming from within those pretty cracks of                                                                   That Rock of Suicide with many places of                                                                       Wild and green grass ......................                                                                                   That rock was never for those who like take                                                                   Their lives by their own hands anytime .................                                                          I feel as life is over there and when there is                                                                           Life in a certain life ,then                                                                                                  Committing suicide becomes banned ...........................                                                              Committing suicide never solves any ordeal                                                                   Simply because there are ways to invest life well ...........                                              That Rock of Suicide is only for love ,life ,and even more ................                        ___________________­__

My poems are great and wonderful                                                                              Like all my kids ..............                                                                                               I have only choice to pick                                                                                               The best one of them                                                                                                       To be my favorite ...............                                                                                            It's a hard choice                                                                                                                 Simply because they're all equal to me ..............                                                          My poems are my fragrant flowers and roses                                                                  That I love very much .......................                                                                              Picking just one poem out of my whole poems                                                        To be is as hard as life itself ....................                                                                      My whole poems are loved ones                                                                                 That I feel the same anytime ..........................                                                              They need just one to be in a competition ,but                                                           I would like all of them to be in there anytime ...............                                           It's still hard for me to pick one poem                                                                          Simply because I feel awkward anytime .....................

لكل صوت                                                                                                                           صدى ...                                                                                                                             و لكل كلمة جميلة                                                                                                                      صدى ...                                                                                                                             للحياة كلها                                                                                                                             صدى جميل ...                                                                                                                      Every sound has its echo ...                                                                                           Every pretty word has its echo ...                                                                                     Life itself as a whole has a pretty echo ..........................................                                  ___________________­_

Hope never erases itself                                                           ­                               Simply because we need it even                                                             ­                 If we're desperate anytime ....                                                             ­                     If today is not good or yesterday                                                        ­                    Was not okay ,then                                                            ­                                      We can get that pretty hope from                                                             ­              Tomorrow's brilliance anytime ...                                                              ­             Tomorrow might be better for all of us and                                                           It might carry all that is good                                                             ­                     To all of us ...                  _____________­____________________­_____

لايمكن للثلج ان يكون الا بلون ابيض ناصع                                                             ­                  و كقلب ابيض ناصع ...                                                              ­                                       يسقط الثلج الابيض                                                           ­                                                فيثلج صدورنا بجماله ...                                                              ­                                      احيانا يسقط الثلج الابيض                                                           ­                                         في الصيف                                                            ­                                                         ليزيد دفء                                                              ­                                                        المكان و الزمان ...                                                              ­                                              و لا يتوقف الثلج عن السقوط                                                           ­                                     فوق الجبال العالية ...                                                              ­                                               _____________________­