مَـشاعر .

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لما بَدى ليّ أنها لا تحبني وأن هواها ليسّ عني بمنجلّي تمنيت أن تهوّى سواي لعلها تذوق صبابّة ألهوى فترَقُّ لي

1:56

4:04

Today, I agree with Abdulrahman Munif when he said: “It doesn’t matter the reason we weep; our hearts are so full of sorrow that anything is enough to become a reason.”

2:22

He says “I” instead of “we,” tells me about his plans, and ends the conversation with the word “I.” He talks to me about his dreams, and I discover… I’m not a part of them.

5:00

Give me your hand. Then what? Pull me inside you. Please hide me. I’m fed up with all of this.

5:00

4:44

. وَخُذنِي أَرِحِني عَلى صَدرُك لا تَلمُني وإن أخطأتُ قَبلني تَحَملني أنتَ ألٓيف القَلبِ ونَفَسهُ ودونكَ النَفسُ يَخنُقني يا مَسكَني ودَوائي أنَ سَكينَتي قُربكَ فَـ قَرِبني ايا كَمال العُمر أويِني وَمَن لي غَيرُكَ يَأويِني ؟.

I see others chasing their dreams every day, while i feel like i’m stuck in place. it’s not just about falling behind, it’s the fear that i may never catch up to the life i’m supposed to be living..🙇🏻‍♀️

12:21

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