"faisal" poems
I'll never forget
That cozy coffee shop
Where u & I had first met....
I remember I had run
Behind ur car
Under that beautiful sun....
Heart was overjoyed
U had lowered the window glass
I saw ur lips smiled...
I had gotten late
Ran to reach the cafe
Meeting u was our fate...
When i saw ur face
I was taken aback
Time had stopped,
U had dazzled in black...
Those eyelashes killed
Once u looked at me
The place, warmth with filled
I remember v had coffee ordered
For a long time none of us talked
As none of us had even bothered ...
The silence turned musical
When u had asked,
"How are u Faisal???"
I remember i had laughed so much
Listening to ur small jokes
"That faujis do such & such...."
It seemed time moved slow
While we talked & talked
Amidst slowly falling snow.....
I had seen u off & cast a final gaze
Ur car had moved
Cant forget ur beautiful face....
Wish life was a smooth ride
Wish v had never parted
& u were by my side.....
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
Dar Al-Hekma University hosted its second fashion show on Sunday that featured the work of its second batch of fashion design undergraduates.
The event, titled “Luminosity” was held under the auspices of Princess Reem **** Muhammad Al-Faisal. President of the university Dr. Suhair Hassan Al-Qurashi said: “Providing such events to our students before graduation exposes them to industry leaders of their prospective industries and gives them a head start in their careers.
“Dar Al-Hekma University’s students stand out because of the combination of their high caliber and the opportunities the university provides for them.”
Along with industry leaders, families of participating students attended. The event started with an opening speech by the department chair for the fashion design program Dina Kattan, who then introduced the sophomore and junior students’ work.
Afterward, models wearing three-piece collection garments designed by senior students scheduled to graduate this year took the stage and were graded by four judges.
Kattan said: “I am so proud of the work my students presented today; they worked really hard and they deserve a big hand. “Everyone was impressed with the level of creativity and attention to detail they demonstrated.”
The judges were Batool Jamjoom, businesswoman in the fashion industry and manager and owner of Jamjoom Fashion House; Amra Alabdalilsharif, director of the innovation and visual merchandising department at Rubaiyyat; Dalal Al-Hasan, a fashion designer; and Aram Kabbani, Dar Al-Hekma alumna and fashion stylist.
The grades students received during the fashion show will form part of their final grade. One of the students whose designs were featured at the show, Zahar Algain, said her collection was inspired by Mexican artist Frida Kahlo.
“Studying fashion has altered my perspective. I view fashion, in the same way that I view life; it’s a matter of balance and proportions.
“My interest in avant-garde fashion has led me to believe in using creativity to solve difficult situations. Algain’s collection was meant to blur the line between art and fashion.
“It is inspired by Frida Kahlo but with a fictional twist. “The story behind my collection is a daydream, a magical love story, an artwork; it is splattered with Frida’s colorful soul and spirit.”
Following this women only event, Dar Al-Hekma is organizing a one-day fashion design exhibition on Tuesday, which is open to all. The event starts from 7 p.m.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-adelaide | www.marieaustralia.com/long-formal-dresses
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
there are times
when the thoughts
float through my head,
of you,
and I picture your face as it glows
but from a place of distance
---like it wasn't
less
than
a
week
ago
that we ended almost 4 years of love in close proximity
--- instead,
it's been 6 months,
and with some distance on the pain,
rationality has processed all aspects of the break
and twisted the Rubix cube of my life back into its
solid reds, blues, greens, and yellows.
however,
as my concentration slips in the early evening,
this distance is replaced with what feels like a soft,
slow-motion punch
---not just to the gut,
but through the gut,
twisting my intestines into knots of withdrawal,
my eyes drooping from
AlErT
to
"why does it feel like I've had a death in the family?"
it's like clockwork;
I have a window to work with
each and every morning,
but by 4 PM if I'm caught mid......
-sentence..... in my....
textbook.....
"A History of the Modern Middle East",
my stomach dropping
like
global oil prices
in the 1960's
under the tutelage
of the
Saudi King
Faysal,
every word I read bounces off my irises
like they were tennis *****
and I'm playing squash with the pages.
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
My beloved
And beautiful Faisal
You tell me the story
Of your horrific childhood
And ask
“Love me for me”
My beloved
Gift from Allah
I tell you
In bits about what happened
To me
And I say
“Love me for me”
We are two
Lonely
And broken souls
The product of the same
Source.....
Terrorism
محبوبي
وجميل فيصل
أخبرني القصة
من طفولتك المرعبة
و إسأل
"أحبني لشخصي"
محبوبي
هبة من الله
أقول لكم
في أجزاء حول ما حدث
إلي
وأنا أقول
"أحبني لشخصي"
نحن اثنان
وحيد
ونفوس محطمة
منتج نفس الشيء
مصدر.....
الإرهاب
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 5:01 AM UTC
a nice muslim girl
Was the victim of her
Lovers ghost
The ghost of a Saudi
Prince
Whom loved her
And her the same
He committed suicide after
His beloved accused
Him of unspeakable acts
When ever
The girl slept
Her late lover
Would come from the
Darkest recesses of her mind
And appear in her nightmares
****** from the neck down
As he slit his own throat
Asking her why
She betrayed him
After the shared something special
He would haunt her in her nightmares as
****** Faisal
Or the arabian ghost
If you say ****** faisal
3 times
He will show up
In your nightmares
A tormented soul in the earth
And the hearafter
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 5:41 PM UTC
No hope found in the heartless boat,
Thinks it can't handle a little load
Waiting for a sign to make realise,
That it can slaughter that little goat
Some witness the potential in this toad,
Which couldn't see the big weapon float
Get thyself a little kickstart smoke,
Inversely which gets to heal the throat
Hath been long since been used,
Time to get that gun a reload
Just switched itself in that lazy mode,
Gotta get hasty on this $hitty road
© Faisal Amin
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
The night was chilled and cold,
and the people were fully warm,
and I, like a strange vogabond,
wandered near the Faisal's farm.
a fallen leaf, tweany and pallid,
crept to my slowly paced feet,
as, to her mother, a crying kid,
and I put it on my palm, then into pocket.
Oh! Yes, it was shivering much
like a baby contracted with fever,
I felt its fast heartbeats and such
a critical condition I saw never.
I heard it say as I continued my errand
" life needs care on this beautiful earth
and a single and balm-smeared hand
be praised and God had better fire his hearth."
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 6:33 AM UTC
My devotion
Is to you my loving
Faisal
My devotion
Is to Allah
My devotion is for our
Love and your country
My devotion is to Islam
تفاني
هو لك حبي
فيصل
تفاني
هو لله
إخلاصي لنا
الحب وبلدك
إخلاصي للإسلام
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
I'd wish that
Faisal would
wake up
From his deep
Slumber
And come back
To me
But he only visits
Me in the dreams
Will he come back
From the land of the dead
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC
As we have intelligent discussion
Of the Quran
Religion
And politics
I just hope that you kiss me
Every second world
My sweeet Faisal
كما لدينا مناقشة ذكية
من القرآن
دين
والسياسة
أنا فقط أتمنى أن تقبّلني
كل ثاني عالم
حبيبي فيصل
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
When I cry my self
To sleep because of grief
Over Faisal
My beloved
I hear it raining
Hard
Allah is crying along with me
Over a life cute short
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 8:23 PM UTC