A Thought

The Real Artists put off their religions and nationalities and become only Humans

Capitalism & Poor People

some poor people think that capitalism is good dreaming that its intent is to let them have the chance to have capitals, while its real intent is to keep them without capital ,in order to keep the poor poor and the rich rich

The Fifth Day-Dear Death

Dear Death

Today let us put love

on the love that died

Let us forgive the rose of longing

for its thorns which injured

let us roam the land of our insisters

sink in the earth

to touch the seed of the rose

whose leafs like mine

die outside its garden

Dear Death

Today life lives for our sorrow

our dead tears are its fuel

our beloved people leaving us as well

Dear Death

Today Let us roam the land of my kingdom

Let us go deep inside my sorrow

to touch the seed of the rose

whose leaves like mine

die outside its garden

Dear Death

Today let us glorify sorrow

dress it our tears

and kiss the forehead of the criminal

will such kisses make us alive?

Dear Death

Today let me stab myself

sink in my body

touch the bite of my heart

which is like me

dies in another body

Days of Memory-The Fourth Day

For how many years we are here. When hungry we eat each other we smash each other we humiliate each other while I am you and you are me.
For how many times you stabbed the back of your friend by your beautiful sword then the sword extended and went around the globe till it stabbed your back so than you are not be able to remove it unless to remove it from the back of your friend and cure him in order to have him cure you.
If we do really understand the instructions of the Lord we will not be such fools. we will not be like hedgehogs due to the thorns seeded on our backs by our close people.
Hey you love each other and forgive and understand that we are one body in front of him … Will your hand cut your leg? Will your foot hit the other foot? Will your heart increase the blood pressure in order to explode your brain…? As much as each part of your body is important to you we are important to him.

Days of Memory-The Third Day

When he thanked me he surprised me since how long I did not hear his thanks what bad feeling you have when punishment and no appreciation is your reward whether you did something or even you did not.
Why do I care about how I look like in other people eyes more that I do care about how I really look like. Did I forget that the mirror mirrors and reflects my image? If this is case with mirror which does that perfectly what about people eyes...
Some eyes are not able to see or to understand what they see do I have to describe to them who I am? should I care about them?

Days of Memory-The Second Day

Today while I was running on the Treadmill at the gym I discovered that running on that machine is like our lives these hard days when you keep running and running but you stay in the same place even though you run faster and faster but you won’t move a finger...on the other hand when you stop running you will be thrown out of the Treadmill ...out of Life.

Days of Memory-The First Day

Today my blood boiled again it was that reckless who added fire on fire below my body so that my veins were about to burst and my blood was about to vaporize.

The top in our days is sunk into pain and suffering swamp.
Do I have to chose my lord because I love him or because I couldn’t find a way easier than the way of Life.

I am tied seeking wisdom from you my lord it is the greatest thing a man can have ...so much I miss it.
How can he threaten me to cut the rope tying me to him....does he forget that he is also tied to a rope and the one the top can cut it anytime
Hello fire burring inside me scattering my thoughts why don’t you get outside me to lighten the way of survival? ... is it enough for you to scatter me or you can purify my from inside?
Oh little hope I will pursue you tonight...isn’t it the time when my voice is heard by ears other than mine?
I have some happiness...