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I really like ur topic palestino
inshallah am going to put something really nice soon
sister Alb Garee2

konta b7awel 2aktebha bel7oroof el3rabeyya bs its hard with the '9amma wo elshadda wo kidaa..
u might find some hard to understand as i wrote it belahjeti elsudaneyya
the reason i wrote it...leave that for me to know
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آه يا زماني..

2aah ya zmani ya '3addar...mahma kesebtak fe 6regi..lazem fee yoom yeksbook '3eeri..
ya zmani yalbetaddi 2alebtesama..wo bar'9o beta3ref keaf tashelaa....
howwa el'3ala6 ma mennak enta..kollo min 9on3 el2yadi..

beygolo elbyezra3 bye79od..wo da kan 2awwal malami...9addagta fe gool 2al2ahali wo gomta 2azra3 wo 2a7lm be 6l3o....
lakin fel2a5er ektashafta enno dah ma fe 2ar'9ak 2enta...2enta 2lbeyazra3 fe 2al'9ak..zy albeyazra3 fe torba jaffah...
w 3ndo fel2a5er 5eyar howwa wa7ed mafe '3eroo..
enno zy ma dafan bezoor 7elm..yadfen ma3aho kol 2amal....
w dah ma goly bs..dah gool kol 2albey7eb..w ma belga fel2a5er mlaz '3eer enno yensa kol '3edar..w 2aah ya zmani...

2aah ya zmani..yalmabni min kelmat '3edar...
kol ma 9afa7na 2al2yadi wo golna nabni 2ettefageyyat slam..ween slam w enta min kol 2aljehat mabni min kelmat '3edar...
2aah ya zmani..tani mafi 2ay klam..b3ad ma le3ebta beyya wo maddet leyya 7bl 2alwe2aam...jay tani tgool..'3ele6tta w dah ma kan slam!

2aah ya zmani.. yalmabni min kelmat '3edaar

by me today at 2pm

This post has been edited by Warda: Jun 11, 12:04 AM

me like me like and suprised i did understand it ... da shno da ya 3othman?


bas eh ya 3am el kalam el kbeer da .. 7abeeby ya faylasoof ;)

lol on a more SERIOUS note lol .. I thought it was very meaningful and explained something we all feel at some point .. well done

This post has been edited by living_dead_girl: Jun 11, 12:14 AM

enno zy ma dafan bezoor 7elm..yadfen ma3aho kol 2amal....
w dah ma goly bs..dah gool kol 2albey7eb..w ma belga fel2a5er mlaz '3eer enno yensa kol '3edar..w 2aah ya zmani

true wallah so truee


i luv it its well expressed- but so saaaaaaaad qadaish saaad my friend

me like me like and suprised i did understand it ... da shno da ya 3othman?

hahahahaha 2a7la da shino daa ya 3o9maan...7amashehalik..bemazagi

enno zy ma dafan bezoor 7elm..yadfen ma3aho kol 2amal....
w dah ma goly bs..dah gool kol 2albey7eb..w ma belga fel2a5er mlaz '3eer enno yensa kol '3edar..w 2aah ya zmani

true wallah so truee


i luv it its well expressed- but so saaaaaaaad qadaish saaad my friend

am not good when it comes to expressing my feelings,, suprised u said that lol..glad it made sense to u

PALESTINE
I've never touched your soil, I've never felt your ground
I've never smelt your scent, I've never heard your sound
I've never breathed your air, I've never walked your valleys
I've never seen your face, I've never roamed your alleys
...despite all this, you are the eyes i see with, the air i breath, the tears i cry.
My love for you is planted within my heart- your named carved into my mind, echoing in my head,
despite what they say, you'll never be dead
You are more alive than ever, with every mothers cry
every fathers tear, with every brothers death, every child's fear
You're alive with every memory recalled,
You're alive with every story told
You are the beauty in my life- you fuel my anger, make me stronger
Stronger.
You give me hope- and all hope i have is for you
From your fig trees to the olive vine
I'll make every prayer, every sacrifice- till you are rightfully mine

This post has been edited by Marsy: Jul 31, 10:10 PM

Nice topic havnt seen it ina while...

This post has been edited by alhamas2003: Aug 1, 10:35 AM

PALESTINE
I've never touched your soil, I've never felt your ground
I've never smelt your scent, I've never heard your sound
I've never breathed your air, I've never walked your valleys
I've never seen your face, I've never roamed your alleys
...despite all this, you are the eyes i see with, the air i breath, the tears i cry.
My love for you is planted within my heart- your named carved into my mind, echoing in my head,
despite what they say, you'll never be dead
You are more alive than ever, with every mothers cry
every fathers tear, with every brothers death, every child's fear
You're alive with every memory recalled,
You're alive with every story told
You are the beauty in my life- you fuel my anger, make me stronger
Stronger.
You give me hope- and all hope i have is for you
From your fig trees to the olive vine
I'll make every prayer, every sacrifice- till you are rightfully mine

bro really really nice, I enjoyed it...!!! wow

especially that one!

From your fig trees to the olive vine

Thanks 7amas, i appreciate it

Thanks 7amas, i really appreciate it

This post has been edited by Marsy: Aug 1, 11:40 PM

walla3at.. beautiful poem bro.

thanks ya palestino- really rafa3tuli ma3naweyati! bas theres some really good stuff in here (i dont think mine compares!) i was just looking at the previous poems etc and ma sha2 allah! goes to show one thing..anger and frustration bring out the artist in everybody hehe..no bas seriously some really great artwork! i especially liked this one :

(i think everybody feels the same way) bas only a true artsit has the ability to bring it out ;)

lol tislam 7ajji.. kollak zo2..samme3na kaman shi3ir yalla

A Promise to a Friend

Please don’t be sad, my friend, but I must go.
The days allotted me by God have run,
And he has called me home to give account
Of my poor life.

And sadly I leave this life, yet gladly go
To my reward.

But I have erred, and sinned, displeased the Lord
Through mortal wrongs
And risked a sterner judgment than I’d hoped

But this I trust shall be a saving grace:
That I have loved my fellow-man,
And friendship is another word for love.

And you I number dearest friend of all –
How we have loved each other through the years
Talked away hours, chatted through the night
Put right the wrongs of earth and man
Explored our souls,
And tried to understand the mind of Him
Who rules us.

So now I go

But this I promise you, my dearest friend:
That I shall wait for you:

Before I go in to that wondrous place
I’ll find outside the walls a shady tree
And sparkling pools where for a while I’ll bide.

The waiting shall be little sacrifice
For I must be the one who welcomes you
When, in good time you come to join me there.

I’ll wipe your brow and ease your thirst
Bathe you in crystal waters
Comfort you - my friend.

And then – the final act ordained by fate
For we must gaze upon the face of Him who made us
And I would stand beside you when we do

Then we shall rise with gladness in our hearts,
And side-by-side we’ll go the final mile

And hand-in-hand as friends we’ll walk

Together

Through the gates of Paradise

I wrote this 25th March 2003.

The last lines came to me as I was working, and stayed in my head for days, until I had no option but to write the rest of the poem

A Promise to a Friend

Please don’t be sad, my friend, but I must go.
The days allotted me by God have run,
And he has called me home to give account
Of my poor life.

And sadly I leave this life, yet gladly go
To my reward.

But I have erred, and sinned, displeased the Lord
Through mortal wrongs
And risked a sterner judgment than I’d hoped

But this I trust shall be a saving grace:
That I have loved my fellow-man,
And friendship is another word for love.

And you I number dearest friend of all –
How we have loved each other through the years
Talked away hours, chatted through the night
Put right the wrongs of earth and man
Explored our souls,
And tried to understand the mind of Him
Who rules us.

So now I go

But this I promise you, my dearest friend:
That I shall wait for you:

Before I go in to that wondrous place
I’ll find outside the walls a shady tree
And sparkling pools where for a while I’ll bide.

The waiting shall be little sacrifice
For I must be the one who welcomes you
When, in good time you come to join me there.

I’ll wipe your brow and ease your thirst
Bathe you in crystal waters
Comfort you - my friend.

And then – the final act ordained by fate
For we must gaze upon the face of Him who made us
And I would stand beside you when we do

Then we shall rise with gladness in our hearts,
And side-by-side we’ll go the final mile

And hand-in-hand as friends we’ll walk

Together

Through the gates of Paradise

I wrote this 25th March 2003.

The last lines came to me as I was working, and stayed in my head for days, until I had no option but to write the rest of the poem

that was very nice !

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