Inspired by Baha's Video Clip

White vs Black
Life vs Death
Naïve eyes vs mindful eyes
Stillness stays vs passion moves
Personal courage, take a moment of silence
Evolving from motionless to faithfulness
Eyes locking; instinctively reasoning
Glowing with conviction and ferocity
Breathing life like a game of chess
Stop talking, stop turning,
Don’t budge now
Ah, the ecstasy of self-recognition
Don’t make the openings too early
For now the ways are emancipated
Know this, psyche liberation
Swallow the sun and confess your pain
One can never run from the fence line
Don’t lower your eyes, your faith isn’t impotent
Because in grim darkness….we see the sublime light
Because in silence…. We see the knowledge
In all, salvation stands tall.
For your hand will naturally extend to God’s hand
Oh but that is the natural conclusion: God is in every plan.

beloved...

The love who resides in my heart, mind and at the core of my soul. Your presence in my life is magical. I feel complete, happy, content, ready to give it my all and more. I want to love you like you've never been loved before, like I've never loved before. You're different, you are new to my life, you are the beginning of it all. I'm sure I want to be with you.I cant wait to see you in person, hold you, look into your eyes and tell you 'I love you' and move your soul.

I'm so sure, so sure about you just as sure as I am about my name. I madly love you.

Sense of Love

My love for you isn’t common; you appeared in my life like a feminine storm with floods sweeping away all my anxiety. You are the face of life with water between your hands. You need not explain because your expressions sketch new routes in the atlas of life creating a new civilization and revolutionizing the system of space and time.

The lover I am for you is a new lover. You mutilated my every cell, collected the debris and remodeled me as per your wish. You are my new faith and language. I desire you like no other being would. You are ultimately my destiny because all my desires call out your name.

You’re not an opportunity for me to bear; this is fate, which wants to seize me.
I can’t predict directions and this is no coincidence.
Love is as natural as birth and death and true love means neither will re-occur.
That’s how I feel about you. You make me wonder if anyone in my past life was ever worth loving. You’ve occupied my deprived heart, braced your sovereignty in the temple of my soul and exploited my being with your existence.
You are the greatest extent, you are the maximum, and you are the ceiling of my wants and desires.
You have the capacity to be my miracle as well as my tragedy.
You’re the standard of an acme standing tall and all other beings sit short in the pits.
Interacting with your spiritual being has left an undreamed mark in the history of my life.

Let me soften your heart my friend

For Dija...

I'm no millionaire, I can't write like Nizar Qabbani but I'm rich with faith. I need not seek materialism because I got spiritualism. My seeds grow everywhere and today, I sow it in your heart. I care about those tears you shed for the brave unarmed women who put their bodies in the front marching as the human shields fearless of the most brutal murderous military that has gone against military ethics for decades.

I wish you happiness, health, home and last but not least Heart. I'm no millionaire, just one of the millions scattered here on earth...but always will be fair. Please feel better, my dearest friend.

Terrified? Terrorfied?

I no longer watch the news. I have a TV in my room that I did not switch on for the past 11 months. I listen to the headlines in the morning, in my car when I drive to work. I read the headlines on the newspaper that is left on my desk. I don’t read. I take pictures of the bold headlines, the colored ones in blue, the highlighted ones in red, from big to small. I absorb the pictures. Today, a picture of an old woman veiled and dressed in white holding two beautiful young women, veiled in black, each in one arm, their faces burried on her shoulder and neck, their hands on their mouth, their face creased in agony; mourning over the death of two brothers.

I’m not sure if this interests me anymore. Middle East is going through a gory drama show, evolving at the speed of light. I’m not anxious about the indolent Middle Eastern world or whether it’s being occupied or terrorized or our people hypocritcally glorifying our presidents or western imperialism spreading in the Middle East region. You know why? Because at the end of the road, we, the people decide everything, not our presidents. Knowledge will reach it’s balance, it will be available to all of us. Oh, the fall of civilization, we know what they witness. Call me an islamofascist, joke around that I can tresspass private property if I just strap on ten dynamites around my chest, I don’t care.

I’m the terrorist but history’s terrorist is today’s hero invading other countries in the name of demoncrazy and freekill. Another version of a French revolution, lock the churches and slaughter the priests and monarchs…Sadly, you think you can create a kingdom under whoever the hell you are gravely undermining the resistance you will wage.