A lone wolf searches for                                                                                           Innocent victims just to replenish                                                                            One's inner world that one lived it                                                                          For a long,long time ...                                                                                             Hatred never builds glories                                                                                      Simply because it means only that                                                                         Huge collapse of one's morality anytime and                                                            It fuels others' anger for those bad things                                                               That come out of that ugly hatred anytime ....

آكالين الضبيع موجودين وينمنكان                                                                                          و في اي زمان ...                                                                                                             كانوا يخفونا بآكالين الضبيع                                                                                                  لما كنا زغار ...                                                                                                               اليوم نحنا شايفين بأم عينا                                                                                                    آكالين الضبيع                                                                                                                  و ما حدا فينو يكذب علينا ...                                                                                                 كلشي واضح                                                                                                                   و ما فينو حدا يضحك على حدا ....

All parties agreed upon                                                                                            That ongoing war till the end                                                                                  Simply because they have reached                                                                         That deal without signing any documents ...                                                         It's that point of no return that                                                                                All parties usually reach                                                                                           When they want to go hopelessly and endlessly                                                   Until the end as a kind of                                                                                       Upon me and upon my whole enemies .

كل من يحفر لنفسه                                                                                                           حفرة على قدر اعماله ...                                                                                                   احذر ان تكون حفرتك عميقة                                                                                               لأنك - يوما ما - ستقع فيها ...                                                                                              الحفر انواع                                                                                                                    و الحياة ملؤها حفر متنوعة ...                                                                                      ___________________­Everyone of us digs himself                                                                                    A pit that is deep as much as one's deeds ...                                                          Be careful not to have your pit deep                                                                                        Simply because you will fall in it one day ...                                                      Pits have many various kinds and                                                                     Life is full of various pits ...

Everything indicates that collapse                                                                                         Is going to happen                                                                                                   Simply because life is turning up-side-down                                                                      On everyone's head ...                                                                                              There is not any point of return                                                                               To zero ...                                                                                                                  That zero hour of that huge collapse is                                                                   Going to happen anytime ...

عندي صور كثيرة                                                                                                            في ذاكرتي فقط ...                                                                                                            فهناك مدرستي القديمة و                                                                                                     كذلك كل المدارس الاخرى ...                                                                                              هناك بستان الباطوس و                                                                                                      قصر سعادة المسكون  و                                                                                                     كل الصبارات في محيط البستان ...                                                                                        هناك صخرة الانتحار حيث تشعر الآن بالبرد مثلنا ...                                                        هناك تينات ابن هانىء ..و مسبح فارس و مسبح العمال                                                                                   و مطعم رشو و كيف كان ماء البحر يطغو عليه                                                                      و مطعم العصافيري                                                                                                و كيف كنا نلعب تحت اعمدته                                                                                           و نصطاد الاسماك الصغيرة بأيدينا ...                                                                          كان هناك مسبح " السان بلاش "                                                                                   حيث كنا نسبح بدون تذاكر ...                                                                                         صور كثيرة                                                                                                                       و عمر الشقي بقي و كما يقولون ...                                                                           كانت حياة بسيطة و فقرية و اليوم                                                                                    ليس هناك اي نوع من انواع الحياة                                                                                  بل حزن و كآبة و تشرد و هجرة و موت زؤام و قهر و طغيان                                                 و كل شيء .................

ضاقت بنا  الشوارع                                                                                                          فزوربنا ...                                                                                                                    ضاقت بنا الطرق كلها                                                                                                       و كذلك الشوارع ...                                                                                                          قدر محتوم لا يمكن الهروب منه ...                                                                                        من ينجو يكون جنيا و ليس بشرا ...                                                                                       قطعت الزواريب و الطرق و الشوارع                                                                                    كما يقطع قالب الكاتو                                                                                                         في اية حفلة من حفلات عيد الميلاد ...                                                                                     فرصة النجاة ضئيلة الا بقدر حبة الرمل ...                                                                                   حواجز هنا و نقاط تفتيش                                                                                                هنا و هناك ...                                                                                                             حياة لا تطاق و قدر لا مهرب منه ...                                                                                  انها صورة مؤلمة لما يجري حولنا                                                                                     من اهوال لا يمكن الهرب منها ...                                                                                      انه قدر الله المحتوم !                                                                                                      خفافيش الظلام لايهمهم                                                                                                   الحياة و لكن يهمهم الموت و القتل ...                                                                                   ليس هناك امل في الافق !                                                                                                لم يعد هناك شباب                                                                                                         بل نساء و اطفال و كبار السن و مرضى و جوعى ...                                                             و لكن الى متى هذا الحصار الابدي ؟!                                                                                 _____________________