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"surronded" poems
I am the moth, you are the flame. I am blinded in the darkness, Surronded by the cold. I am fragile, weak and fleeting. I am the moth. You are the flame. You burn bright and true, Chasing away shadows with your light. You draw me closer and closer, Enticing me with the heat you exude. I am the moth intoxicated by the flame. You are forbidden, yet irristable. The fire is seductive, untameable, and wild. My desires are undeniable. But to touch is to be burned. I am the moth, killed by your flame.
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Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 2:08 AM UTC
I Am the Moth, You Are the Flame
There they were Just the two of them Surronded by many Yet in their own world She laid her head on his shoulder And he held her tight Because he wanted her forever She drifted into the happiest sleep of her life He saw her and he just smiled Because he knew She was happy Is it wrong to be happy for others To smile when I see others happy I saw them I was happy for them Maybe because I want to be happy Is it wrong to want to be happy I want to be so happy I feel high Because I'm so low Hell seems like a high Is it wrong to want to be happy Even after everything I've done Something in me wants to be happy But I don't deserve it So I deny myself the experience of happiness Instead I intrude on others happiness Because all I want in life Is to know how happy feels
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Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
Is it Wrong to be Happy
like an island, i sit here surronded by water; you are my global warming, the reason i will be swallowed by the surronding ocean; of my tears.
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Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 3:24 PM UTC
Global warming.
There she was lying still on the couch posing the best she could with her gaze transfixed deep into his eyes basking in the thick silence that surronded them the only sound of his charcoal lead stroking the paper could be heard His every stroke defined her curve a little better His rough hands blending the lines staining her soul a beautiful shade of charcoal She could feel him making sure strokes thus bringing the woman on paper to life she felt her heart slipping ... slipping from her hand and on to the paper the color of her skin fading and reappearing on his masterpiece the fullness of her lips was nothing as the beauty on his canvas now owned it the last thing she felt was the twinkle of her eyes leaving adding the final touch to his creation and it was when he broke the eye contact taking with him the beauty he sketched he left ... not knowing that He left the masterpiece behind on the couch .... !!
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC
Sketch !!
Sometimes I find myself waiting Waiting for the old times The good times, to come back Im stuck here in slow motion Surronded by this constant commotion Sometimes I break and I have no strength left No im flooded by the pain Left to fight this war by myself I don't know who I am I barely know whats real I barely feel
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
Turn Back the Clock
It was a gloomy Saturday night As I walked the staircase to hell All rage and ready to fight Too bad this angel fell A book in the corner full of sins A trail of people left drained A closet full of different skins So I could switch mine if it got stained A path surronded by flames A throne fit for a queen Curtains woven by shame I was in a mood to be mean A smirk firmly in place No regret left inside Not a tear on my face I didn't want to hide I stood before hells jury Fairness was not insight No one could stand before his fury But I was a bomb strapped by might The gavel slams, Im guilty Of course it's true I was on the brink of insanity, where I want to be But no chains No bars No cage Would hold me This was my throne I would make this my home So with a grin on my face I took my place And I started a riot in hell
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Throne of flames
nebious rubber skinned demons haunting my dreams eldritch casters of my fate shape undefined and vaguely human they surronded me and I knew I was asleep And I couldnt wake up and I couldn't fall asleep
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC
Eldritch Insomnia
We've stood togther at the crossroads I've always been ready at the fork in the road With my boots strapped tight and a map in hand Trying to help lessen the weight of the load We are never there alone though So my offered guidance you refuse You hand half the load to stubbornness And one of you two choose My choice is to follow along cautiously Or head down a different road alone Leaving you and your friend stubbornness To venture off with all I own Before I know whats happening I'm following in the rear Lead down the path you've taken On a dark road to despair It's the same story everytime You eventually regret the choice It's always here, in the middle of no where You start to hear my voice Miles back, in the light of day I stood to block the way But it wasn't my decision then So you chose to ignore what I had to say Here in the darkness, surronded by danger Huddled next to me, your friend stubborness becomes a stranger Suddenly you depend on me I'm looked at as the game changer Thats when the tables turn Now I'm handed all the gear The strength you both had earlier Has crumbled into fear I get us to the otherside We are grateful to be alive For a short time I'm the hero I'm the reason we survived But like a circle goes around The cycle starts anew At the beginning of another crossroad I'm left following stubborness and you
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
Running Into Walls
Welling inside Facing mirrors Surronded , no way to hide Cold like the winter I'm laying there The white snow is stained Red By my blood My tears freeze on my face My vision becoming fuzzy No one will miss me... The trees are spinning above my head If only the clouds above me could hold me The blade against my skin Had torn away from me My emotions I had bled I had cried Alone with myself I can't lift my head But I'm aware of the soft fluffy Snowflakes falling new Landing around me Nature calling me to join Nature asking for me to take away the pain To stop my struggles My heart beats in my chest Heaving labored beats I just need a little push To go falling through the black Open sky Plummeting to the ground Breaking through the empty sound It's okay They whisper Nobodies around I'm scared but I use my last bit Of strength To bring the blade To my throat I sob now But I drag the blade across my throat Anyways The pain envolopes me So wholely Pulls me from reality Into the dark And then I'm falling Through the endless sky
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Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 1:03 AM UTC
Cut away the pain
It's in the time when you're surronded By nothing but air And no one to talk to that the Pain becomes too much to bear. It's when you need it most, That no one is near, You bottle everything up, The pain, emotions, and fear. Starting a new life, In a place with no one you know, Can be one of the hardest things, But it's a fear you can't show. You have to protect your brother, He can't know that you're scared, As if moving across the country wasn't enough, Then your mom's health - you weren't prepared. You suit up to take life head on, Act as your baby brother's second mom, Take care of your mom, the house, And family, while trying to remain calm. It's a lot to deal with, A lot of pain to bear, But you're stronger than you know, And by this, I swear. Your support stretches across the country, You've got people who care and love you, Life hands us things that aren't easy or a choice, But we know you're strong enough to push through. May God bless you and your family, With whatever life may bring you to, You are always in my prayers, I put my faith in Him to take care of you.
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Starting a New Life
Dad, I hope you're not in your head, Hating who you are. It was an accident, I would still try to. I hope you have peace, quiet for now. The heartache that surronded your life. Easing up, floating away until you feel none. I don't want you to see yourself right now. I don't want you to think that all you are was a chronic illness, a brokedown body. That flames have now kissed. Know that your intelligence still intimidates me. Your humour quick, smart. Even as I watched your body attack itself. Slowly taking your life away. As your anger and hate for what your body did to you. Became all consuming, I still know who you are. You are the amazing cook, terrible math tutor, lunch at home, you were my picture of strength. You were the one when I was little to cuddle me. You were the very proud man, who in a few calls could get it done Dad,  I can still see your face. I can still see the fright, the knowledge. The forfeit. I want you to know I loved you. I want you to know I respect you more then any other person in this world. I was with till the end, and I know you will be with me. I almost am excited for it to be my time. To feel those arms that were so strong when I was little hug me once more. To hear you say, welcome partner, we are home. Until then, watch me close and yell at me loud enough for me to hear. Help me with my choices, get me through this tough life.
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Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
Untitled
You hide me away surronded by mist And pretend I don't exist Pull me out when needed me Then you'd go off and flee When I needed a shoulder Father, where have you been? When you get older I won't be so keen When you want me to lend a hand You will never understand You gave me rejection Now it's my turn to do the nelection
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Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 10:39 AM UTC
Father, where have you been?
now frozen is a tale about a girl who has some powers but forget to tell from heaven or hell where did they come from? the the boloved cliche of love at first sight cruched by her sister but the delivery was not right instead of being nice and saying "maybe take it slow" she tells her sister it's stupid "if you don't like it then just go" so the gloves she held so tightly conceling never meant to show were stolen by here sister who just wanted to know "why are you waring them?" as if stealing imagination can save the kids from a world of ice so instead of staying explaining to the world who loves her so instead of being royal and not running she lets it go so her sister turns to no other then her love at first sight to take care of elsa's kingdom while she travles through the night while she isn't used to snowy weather all she wants is to see her sister because unlike elsa with her kindom she cannot let it go so she turns to a stranger with what he calls a talking randeer maybe she's a little too trusting with her men? well he thinks so meanwhile at the ice kingdom while elsa is making her ice castle with a lengendary song she has no idea who she is hurting by not telling what is going on but that song though so the quest the test of love is at stake because elsa grew up surronded by her mistake the hate of those glove trying to control her every move no wonder she had to let it go so it took so long for her to realze it was not her mistake she didn't know why this happened but now she had to take it and keep it close your mistakes make you stronger if you let it go then you'll forget so now the beginning of the problem the love at first sight causing the problem for her sister now hair white because nothing can change the heart except love true love it might not be at first sight but it's sister's for a lifetime sometimes a single tear can change what's inside
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
frozen (sorry for those like me who love this movie)
now frozen is a tale about a girl who has some powers but forget to tell from heaven or hell where did they come from? the the boloved cliche of love at first sight cruched by her sister but the delivery was not right instead of being nice and saying "maybe take it slow" she tells her sister it's stupid "if you don't like it then just go" so the gloves she held so tightly conceling never meant to show were stolen by here sister who just wanted to know "why are you waring them?" as if stealing imagination can save the kids from a world of ice so instead of staying explaining to the world who loves her so instead of being royal and not running she lets it go so her sister turns to no other then her love at first sight to take care of elsa's kingdom while she travles through the night while she isn't used to snowy weather all she wants is to see her sister because unlike elsa with her kindom she cannot let it go so she turns to a stranger with what he calls a talking randeer maybe she's a little too trusting with her men? well he thinks so meanwhile at the ice kingdom while elsa is making her ice castle with a lengendary song she has no idea who she is hurting by not telling what is going on but that song though so the quest the test of love is at stake because elsa grew up surronded by her mistake the hate of those glove trying to control her every move no wonder she had to let it go so it took so long for her to realze it was not her mistake she didn't know why this happened but now she had to take it and keep it close your mistakes make you stronger if you let it go then you'll forget so now the beginning of the problem the love at first sight causing the problem for her sister now hair white because nothing can change the heart except love true love it might not be at first sight but it's sister's for a lifetime sometimes a single tear can change what's inside
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wings I take with me I take flight and fight , yes fight Gliding on the wind On its breast I lay On its heart I stay A thump, thump, thump That mirrors the bump, bump, bump A different scene is set as I wash up on the Sky's current The clouds it's swishing wave's The seas of above Destroyed by shame Destroyed by pain I was capsized And drowning As I fall Fall Fall Fall Down Farther Farther No Sound Take Me To The Ground I was surronded all around An alien sent to probe the minds of the earths children I was only flying
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Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 7:13 AM UTC
Untitled
First time I saw you You were sprinting into the wind And I laid back on the grass Under the sun, lost in mind Why was it so hard for me to say the truth? That I chose a girl that lived closer and another because she opened her mouth and legs and heart to me Sorry I rather give you a poem you may not care for Than money to drink and eat though I have no regrets in providing This life has turned my heart into stone Unsure if youre the angel I believe you are or If another man has you in his bed when I left room for you in my own Nervous if your sweet text are sarcastic words you show to your pretty friends and they laugh at the joy of being women Understand Love has broken me and I put myself together into a man my mother cannot even recognize I feel so distant from the seventeen year old athlete you first met and felt attraction for That placed his heart on the track to keep it away from home Who tired his body so he can sleep through the chaos outside his bedroom door Now, rocking from side to side as I eat, trying to find balance in my body and in my desire for your hand in marriage A salty sailor with unpublished dreams and a desire to make average to a little above salary, almost mid twenty without a car Im afraid you want that lost athlete and not the chain smoking sailor though we wear the same face and love you more than anything this world can offer After taps, during watch, out in the rippling sea, surronded by stars from east to west, I think of you and how beautiful we can be but for the rest of the day I try to find peace that what we speak maybe fantasy
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
Underway Blues
First time I saw you You were sprinting into the wind And I laid back on the grass Under the sun, lost in mind Why was it so hard for me to say the truth? That I chose a girl that lived closer and another because she opened her mouth and legs and heart to me Sorry I rather give you a poem you may not care for Than money to drink and eat though I have no regrets in providing This life has turned my heart into stone Unsure if youre the angel I believe you are or If another man has you in his bed when I left room for you in my own Nervous if your sweet text are sarcastic words you show to your pretty friends and they laugh at the joy of being women Understand Love has broken me and I put myself together into a man my mother cannot even recognize I feel so distant from the seventeen year old athlete you first met and felt attraction for That placed his heart on the track to keep it away from home Who tired his body so he can sleep through the chaos outside his bedroom door Now, rocking from side to side as I eat, trying to find balance in my body and in my desire for your hand in marriage A salty sailor with unpublished dreams and a desire to make average to a little above salary, almost mid twenty without a car Im afraid you want that lost athlete and not the chain smoking sailor though we wear the same face and love you more than anything this world can offer After taps, during watch, out in the rippling sea, surronded by stars from east to west, I think of you and how beautiful we can be but for the rest of the day I try to find peace that what we speak maybe fantasy
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Lying on this earth bed The cold sky looking down Thin air filing my head No sound to be found Broken smiles, broken hearts Filing my thoughts I was simply torn apart And this was all for naught My place of peace Surronded by the quiet Surronded by trees To clear my head for tomorrow's riot The skies spinning around But I the tears still fall I stay planted on the ground As the sadness calls Tomorrow a smile will be back in place But for now I can soar through space
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Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
A place for myself
Left and right I was surronded, I couldn't breath, The air that managed to fill my longs, Was opaque with dust and clouded, I felt like I was falling, And there was no wings to catch the wind, And pull me up to soar, I thought this fatal fall was something made up, A myth to scare the kids, But right now though I was planted to the ground, I was falling, With no control
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Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
Falling
I stand here in the sand, my toes hidden, kisses of white and yellow foam brought to me by the ocean. The sky is just as dark and just as deep as the water; I cannot tell where the sky ends and where the ocean begins. I look at the sky and my eyes search for starts, but all I see is darkness. Not long ago there had been light and there had been hope. The horizon was promising, the exciting feeling of coming home, the familiar smell of salt and sand. I still didn't know why, still was not aware of what had put in my heart the will to come. But something had, and now that I was here, all I wanted was to run. After the events of last summer I had been hesitant of coming back, but after all those years, all those summers, there was no way I was going to run again. However, at the very first moment I set foot on this town I knew. I knew that something had changed and it didn't took me long to realize what it was. Deeply I breathed, lungs feeling with the familiar sensation, mind swirling with memories. Memories of this town, of past lives, of forgotten shadows and people. People, that is what the town is missing. It's a deserted island. I break my trance and I walk away from the ocean, never looking back; that is what I had lived by; but now... As I walk away, towards the quiet streets, the sky gets darker. I take the black leather gloves in my back pocket and I put them on, cover my weapons. The town is not big, just a piece of land surronded by ocean. Buildings of metal and concrete; glass and lifeless structures. It used to be alive, over-flooded with cars, people and magic. Everyone walked the streets freely, nothing bad ever happened. It was the safest place on earth. Now, however, everything was different. What had been alive was now dead, there was a draught, an empty hole. And all of that, because of me. I walked these streets, over and over again. I knew the path as the back of my hand, I could do it in my sleep. Left turn, ten blocks down, two left and you arrived. A white house, or that was what it used to be not so long ago. No the ivyq my father had fought for so long had won. All around the house, ivy climbing up and down, turning corners, entering windows and blocking doors. And that ivy was now dead. And between that darkness, and between that death, there was something else. At first it was just a hum, that became a rustle and then was just a tap. There, near the dead ivy, on top of a statue stood a starling. Small but powerful, eyes piercing mine. The ivy is dead now, it seemed to sing. What are you doing now? It seemed to ask. The ivy is dead now, what are you doing now? "I don't know, I don't," I told the starling. But the ivy is dead, you know that, it mocked me. "No, maybe it's not. It's asleep!" Because that it was I saw, what I wished. But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now? And so I ran again, but I could not escape this deathly staring. But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now? And I kept running, towards the sea. But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now? And I hit the sand. But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now? And I searched the sky. But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now? And there were no stars.
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Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
dying ivy ;
I stand here in the sand, my toes hidden, kisses of white and yellow foam brought to me by the ocean. The sky is just as dark and just as deep as the water; I cannot tell where the sky ends and where the ocean begins. I look at the sky and my eyes search for starts, but all I see is darkness. Not long ago there had been light and there had been hope. The horizon was promising, the exciting feeling of coming home, the familiar smell of salt and sand. I still didn't know why, still was not aware of what had put in my heart the will to come. But something had, and now that I was here, all I wanted was to run. After the events of last summer I had been hesitant of coming back, but after all those years, all those summers, there was no way I was going to run again. However, at the very first moment I set foot on this town I knew. I knew that something had changed and it didn't took me long to realize what it was. Deeply I breathed, lungs feeling with the familiar sensation, mind swirling with memories. Memories of this town, of past lives, of forgotten shadows and people. People, that is what the town is missing. It's a deserted island. I break my trance and I walk away from the ocean, never looking back; that is what I had lived by; but now... As I walk away, towards the quiet streets, the sky gets darker. I take the black leather gloves in my back pocket and I put them on, cover my weapons. The town is not big, just a piece of land surronded by ocean. Buildings of metal and concrete; glass and lifeless structures. It used to be alive, over-flooded with cars, people and magic. Everyone walked the streets freely, nothing bad ever happened. It was the safest place on earth. Now, however, everything was different. What had been alive was now dead, there was a draught, an empty hole. And all of that, because of me. I walked these streets, over and over again. I knew the path as the back of my hand, I could do it in my sleep. Left turn, ten blocks down, two left and you arrived. A white house, or that was what it used to be not so long ago. No the ivyq my father had fought for so long had won. All around the house, ivy climbing up and down, turning corners, entering windows and blocking doors. And that ivy was now dead. And between that darkness, and between that death, there was something else. At first it was just a hum, that became a rustle and then was just a tap. There, near the dead ivy, on top of a statue stood a starling. Small but powerful, eyes piercing mine. The ivy is dead now, it seemed to sing. What are you doing now? It seemed to ask. The ivy is dead now, what are you doing now? "I don't know, I don't," I told the starling. But the ivy is dead, you know that, it mocked me. "No, maybe it's not. It's asleep!" Because that it was I saw, what I wished. But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now? And so I ran again, but I could not escape this deathly staring. But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now? And I kept running, towards the sea. But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now? And I hit the sand. But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now? And I searched the sky. But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now? And there were no stars.
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Am feeling as if Time & Detachment of sensibility to my enviroment people and thoughts are retained and analyzed to comform to my pattern of thinking...as if I am slightly comforted by a sense of relaxation/laziness that makes time pass in a form of carelessness and desensitization. My body is enormously relaxed and has a natural sense of calmness. Entuned and warped with light ease of mixed emotinal stress & the pressures of life are reduced by this slowed calm and relaxed feelings of peace & it's release of mental frustrations and stress. Time and space seem to be flowing more at ease with a touch of carelessness and relaxed sense of being comfortable in my own skin, enviroment and the people am surronded with. Perhaps I am slightly detached from feelings of anxiety, triggers to use and emotional stress have been diminished. I have finally let go of my obsession to use destructive substances...just for today I am clean & maintaining sober posture.
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Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
~Transgressions Of A Lazy Trance~
Here I am. With the ocean out in front of me. Watching the waves crash into the rocks. Sun shining on my back. Sand inbetween my toes. A place most dream of going. A place people vacation too. Run towards to escape their everyday lives. I live in a place of beauty. As I watch this amazing scene most only see in movies. My thoughts lay hundreds of miles away. In the life I had this time last year. If going back was possible, I'd seize the opportunity without a second thought. I don't know why this is all so hard. All I do is write. All I write about is him. The boy I love doesn't even exist anymore. Yet I spend all my time wishing to leave this island. Wishing to go back to the time he did exist. To this time last year when he was my bestfriend. But I cant... I'm just stuck with my thoughts in the past. My dreams in a future I will never get. Surronded by beauty I struggle to see.
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
Stuck in The Past
Alaa, wake up my dear. Please wake up, look your mother has got milk for you. Sitting on the ****** floor, covered in dust and tears he said “ he was my little brother” Where is my son muhammad? Where? “ what is his full name?” Where are you muhammad? Muhammad? Yes this is our son. God be willing. The mother cried quietly and said, my Muhammad Father said: “Give him to me , please, illl carry him” The mother said “Noo, ill carry him, he is my dear son. Dnt come near to me, if you will come near, ill never forgive you Look everyone, this is my dear muhammad, God be with you my dear child.” And she held him in her lap, carrying him on the dusty streets, surronded by death , fear and destruction. She did not care, for her whole world she was carrying in her arms. We will come back my Aleppo, we are leaving you with teary heart, but wait for us my beautiful Aleppo, we will come back She stood infront of the rumbles of her beloved home and for the last time absorbed it in herself and bid a goodbye She went to her broken home, but the plants in her backyard were still green inspite of shelling and bombs, she plucked one stem and tearfully left the last step from her home, kissing the wall and the door. She was 9 months pregnant , the shell hit her, they did c section and took out the child. He was motionless and did not cry, they did cpr , pat his back by keeping him upside down, rubbed him hard and atlast he cried hard, and the room beemed with ALLAH  O AKBAR. A kind hearted Dr. Hamza, who revived my faith in kindness and humanity.
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC
Excerpts from” For Samaa”!!
Alaa, wake up my dear. Please wake up, look your mother has got milk for you. Sitting on the ****** floor, covered in dust and tears he said “ he was my little brother” Where is my son muhammad? Where? “ what is his full name?” Where are you muhammad? Muhammad? Yes this is our son. God be willing. The mother cried quietly and said, my Muhammad Father said: “Give him to me , please, illl carry him” The mother said “Noo, ill carry him, he is my dear son. Dnt come near to me, if you will come near, ill never forgive you Look everyone, this is my dear muhammad, God be with you my dear child.” And she held him in her lap, carrying him on the dusty streets, surronded by death , fear and destruction. She did not care, for her whole world she was carrying in her arms. We will come back my Aleppo, we are leaving you with teary heart, but wait for us my beautiful Aleppo, we will come back She stood infront of the rumbles of her beloved home and for the last time absorbed it in herself and bid a goodbye She went to her broken home, but the plants in her backyard were still green inspite of shelling and bombs, she plucked one stem and tearfully left the last step from her home, kissing the wall and the door. She was 9 months pregnant , the shell hit her, they did c section and took out the child. He was motionless and did not cry, they did cpr , pat his back by keeping him upside down, rubbed him hard and atlast he cried hard, and the room beemed with ALLAH  O AKBAR. A kind hearted Dr. Hamza, who revived my faith in kindness and humanity.
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