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islam Dec 2013
Release the lion into the wild.
islam Dec 2013
A sanctimonious expression.
A blank mind harvests life's sins
And the desire becomes the master.

A wicked expression.
An overloaded mind vomits life's lessons
And the grey hair awaits death in silence.
islam Dec 2013
Don't you find it strange? How your world could shift on its axis and everything you trusted could invert itself in what seemed like no time at all?
                      

A girl who grew up in a desert which was located in a forgotten land had discovered a secret lake after walking for more than 21 hours! She never told anyone where she was going. She only spoke of the lake.
The lake was crystal clear and alluring that the girl felt like drowning herself in it, to just let the water cleanse her soul. But she couldn't even dip her finger! Her finger would barely touch the surface. She tried with her hands... Nothing. Her legs... Nothing. It was as if the lake was made of glass!
So she decided to walk on water. Her feet touched the surface and she took slender steps. Her heart was beating really fast. She closed her eyes and kept walking till' she found herself on the other side of the lake. Relief flowed over her as she opened her eyes and saw that she was still alive. It was as if she walked on glass.
But how?
"No one have the ability to walk on water! There must be something wrong with the lake." She thought to herself.
She pounded down the lake again, trying to see if the glassy surface would break... Nothing.
She tried dancing and she spun like a ballerina... But her dancing efforts went in vain.
So she lay on the surface. A dormant girl.
Her black hair was crowning her small angelic face, her dress was as white and transparent as the glassy surface itself, her legs were bare, and her hands were placed above her head.
"Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe this isn't a lake afterall." She said aloud.
She closed her eyes and started imagining how it would feel like to be dead. She felt that it would be similar to lake... No movement or life whatsoever...
Abruptly, the glassy surface cracked. The girl's eyes flashed opened and she jumped, but little did she know that her movement cause the whole surface to crack, to vanish...
The girl no longer felt like standing on something that is fixed... She felt the water pulling her down and down until she drowned.
I was supposed to be sleeping at 4 a.m last night but I thought to myself "How about a short story?"
So yeah, lame me.
islam Dec 2013
Humans tend to destroy everything that is pure and heavenly.
I reside in Lebanon, a paradise.
But since people abhor each other religously,
the city has fallen and it cannot rise.
So I watch them **** each other's lives rapidly,
and I smile to myself because it's like watching mice.
Mice trying to steal a rotten piece of cheese,
but little do they know, that it's a trap,
made by the old ******* cat!
Once the mice reach the cheese,
the cat will devour them.
"Such a sad story." I say aloud.
And god answers,
"A sad story indeed."
I live in Beirut.
islam Dec 2013
Oh, fire!
You restless wall of flame,
Remember how you stole my friend?
Remember how you turned her into ashes?
I do.
I remember the greusome sight,
It was just another April night,
When she told me that she's feeling so bitter.
I asked her why? She didn't answer,
I didn't realize back then,
That my question is that last thing she heard.
Then the very next day,
I saw her face on the **** tv,
They said the firemen found a corpse among the debris,
And it was her body.
They said her daddy set the house on fire,
burning himself along with other five,
a kitten and a beautiful wife.
Do you remember now, fire?
How could you aid such a man?
He was driven by his passion to destroy!
Oh fire, you disappoint me.
They say that I fear you,
But I don't.
I just loathe you.
*So as I behold another blazing fire,
I'm filled with a hazardous desire:
To just wrap the flames around my body.
To my friend, Rima Matar.(22-7-1996_5/5/2013)
(Yes, the lack of editing is obvious.)
islam Dec 2013
The probability of being fully accepted by people is: 0.001/100000000000000.
**Oh honey, don't cry.
islam Dec 2013
Well,
people never ask about what I love,
what I hate,
It seems that "I" have to fade
it seems that "I" is not important
because "I" is Palestinian.

I'm not allowed to work,
I'm not allowed to get proper education,
I'm not allowed to talk,
I'm not allowed to speak of liberation.

They call me a refugee,
but, dear, I am a slave.

I'm not a terrorist
I'm not blinded by religion
I'm not blinded by traditions
I'm only human
I have no liberty
because of my nationality.

You, who call our for human rights,
Am I not human?
Am I not a victim of insignificant fights?

Well,
All I know is that I'm alive,
I exist.

So keep your prejudiced selves away from me,
and let me be,
let me be free.

I am only a human
a human
I have a beating heart
I love art
I have ambitions
and dreams
stop shattering me
because of a nationality.
A rant.
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