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ياغير زاد
I love how
Arabic
Looks
Aseel Sep 10
كانت مُخيفة، خفيّة إلى الحدّ الذي يجعلها تُلقي النُكت في وسط موجات اكتئابها.
I understand Arabic.
I hear the girls who wear their hijab proudly in the halls of my high school.
I hear them talk to each other in confidence.
I know what that boy said to the one girl about her missing arm.
But I also hear them compliment one another on the rich pinks and purples that dance across their long skirts.
I know the names of the kids who called them terrorists.
But I know more about their music taste than their insecurities.
They are more focused on what their mothers have decided to pack in their lunches than the fake bomb threats to our school.
I hear those girls in my hallways.
I hear their bright orange flats racing to chemistry.
I hear their jewelry clink against the aluminum railing next to the stairs.
I understand Arabic beyond just the language.
Tara Mar 18
50
50,
50 bodies,
50 dead bodies,
50 dead bodies lay still,
50 dead bodies lay still on Jumu’ah,
50 dead bodies lay still on Jumu’ah because who they pray to,
50 dead bodies lay still on Jumu’ah because who they pray to was not the same as the white man,
50 dead bodies lay still on Jumu’ah because who they pray to was not the same as the white man, but Allah has given them the highest place in Jannah.

Neither we or Allah will forget these 50 martyrs,
who's blood was shed by a white man with no love in his chest,
the white man who thought he could,
but will never win.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un.
I think all our hearts our torn over this event. The reason this tears me so much is the people who were victims, had been victims before, they had ran from their struggles in the 'Middle East', North Africa, South Asia, and other place in the world. They had come to NZ for a better life, more opportunities, and most of all peace. And on their holy day, they were taken away from the world, from their families. Muslims are targeted everywhere, in their own countries, look at Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, Lebanon, Somali and in the West where they are seeking peace too. My heart is in pieces at everything happening in our cruel world.
Aseel Dec 2018
And I’m just afraid that anger will get stuck in my throat
so I don’t scream
Or cry
Or sing
But lyingly smile
.
Arabic :
لكنّني أخشى فقط أن أغضب.
أن يتراكم الغضب إلى أن يصل إلى حلقي فلا أصرخ، ولا أبكي، ولا أشكي، و لكن أبتسم ككاذبة.
Aseel Dec 2018
من عادتي أن أمشي بطيئًا جدًّا في الحب.
يستيقظ قلبي عندما يرقصُ قلب غيري، و يرقصُ قلبي عندما يبدأُ قلبه بالاحتراق، و يحترق قلبي بعدما يكون قلبه قد أنار العتمة كلها بمفرده.
أمشي بطيئًا بالحب، ولا أعرفُ مشيًا غيره، و لذلك كان على من يُمسك بيدي أن يمشي بسرعة عشرين كيلومتر في الساعة رغم أنّ قلبه يركب طائرة نفّاثة.
طعمُ الطيران يُصبحُ باهتًا عندما تكونُ خائفًا.
و هكذا، أصلُ مُتأخرة لكلّ مرحلة، بعد جُهدٍ لا يراه من كان أمامي يُدحرجُ قلبه ككرة القدم بينما أجرُّ خاصتي خلفي جرًّا.
أصلُ بعد أيّام و أسابيع، بعد أن يكونوا قد أكلوا مشاعرهم ليتسلّوا بها خلال الانتظار.
أصلُ إليهم فارغين إلّا من أُغنية ميّتة و وردة حمراء ذابلة، و الكثير من الضجر.
يضحكُ قلبي، يهمسُ لي أن في حالاتٍ كهذه، ألّا تصلَ أبدًا خيرٌ من أن تصل مُتأخرًا.
ثمّ يجرّني خلفه
و أعود.

...

I’m used to walk very slowly towards love.
My heart yawns when someone’s beats, beats when someone’s is on fire, fires up when someone’s turns into ash.
I walk very slowly towards love and it’s the only way I know.
That’s why whoever trys to hold my hand have to walk 20 kilometers an hour while his heart is on an airplane.
Flying is dull when you’re afraid.
I always arrive late, after putting all my efforts into draging my heart while the one beside me is kicking his like a football.
they wait for me, but when I arraive I find that they ate their feelings because of bordem.
So I have to turn back. And go.
Rex Verum Regem Jul 2018
English
I wake up
I bath
I work
I finish
I go home
I sleep
I repeat

French
je me réveille
je prends un bain
je travaille
je termine
je rentre à la maison
je dors
je répète

Yoruba
Mo ji
Mo wẹ
Mo sise
Mo pari
Mo lọ si ile
Mo sun
Mo tun ṣe

Arabic
استيقظت
أنا حمام
أعمل
أنهيت
أنا أذهب للمنزل
انام
أكرر

Japanese
Watashi wa
mewosamasu
watashi no basu
watashi wa hataraku
watashi wa oeru
watashi wa ienikaeru neru
watashi wa kurikaesu

Latin
Ego surgere
et bath
laboro
ego consummare
i Vade in domum tuam
ego dormio
ego iterare

Lithuanian
aš atsikeliu
Aš maudytis
Aš dirbu
aš baigiu
aš einu namo
aš miegu
aš kartoju

Rex Verum Regem
TFK
Some pains and sadness trancend race, colour and language.
We all follow the same painfull process to survive slaving away and receiving minimal Reward.
Sam Bowden Dec 2017
My heart does not race;
my palms do not sweat.
The knots in my stomach are gone.
My mouth forms an easy smile.
My arms fold gently around her.
Her curls float in the wind
while I count clouds
and my blessings.
I am steady,
like tranquil waters.
Let comes what comes.
Let go what goes.
Allahu alam al qadr.
This isn’t a manic, impossible love.
It doesn’t burn with a fury;
it doesn’t have to defy all the odds.
This love is serendipitous and sweet.
It is simple, and soft,
like a summer breeze
gently rocking lovers
in a hammock to sleep.
For once,
Alhamdulilah,
I don’t have it bad.
I have it good.
Lynn Al-Abiad Nov 2017
لم أجد لكِ، يا عاشقة الأشعار، أيّ كلامٍ يُواسيكِ
و أصبحت أنا، كاتبة الأشعار، بَكماء


لين اا -
ِاشتقت لك
أحبّكِ

27/10/2017
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