Muslims throughout the world are observing Ramadan. Ramadan is the ninth month of the Islamic lunar calendar that occurs about 11 days earlier each year; after 33 years, this 11-day difference makes Muslims, anywhere in the world, fast equally du...
Lady: I thought when I saw you waiting, wearing your silence, you are tired. Your eyes were talking, and yes, you hid, I swear, you hid something. Would you please tell me: what is occupying you? Be brave, do not be afraid I am for you, you are par...
Since last year I did not write poetry. I won’t, no need. Thank you, God. Huge numbers are here and there. I divorced fake poetry and immigrated away to a quiet bay that knows nothing but the truth. Kids in my village understand my poems. My poem...
Yes, he is four, and yes, he is one of 5000 under five, every single month so far, dying of hunger in a small nation only*. He cries if he can, not for toys, or a candy bar, or a scoop of ice cream. His thoughts are not of these, but for a cup...
For a year, no less, I had no chance to talk to you. You had no chance to talk to me. A wall as thick as the ocean when frozen was between us. But I was watching you through that transparent wall like a shadow. What can I say? Nothing remains in...
It is those waves emitted out of your soul, merging with those of mine, that explains it all. Crest to crest, adding up reinforcing each other, to make a giant wave the moment you came to my mind and I felt you. Thank you, waves! Here we meet! So ple...
Waves of hatred, a product of evil, destruct waves of innocence, emitted from the eyes of beautiful kids, and broken-hearted girls. It makes you sad, Rumi too big for poetry, too big for tears. It’s time to leave Balkh again, after all these years,...
You bind my hands, you throw me in the ocean, and yet foolishly say: Do not get wet! I was born free, with free hands, free brain, so set me free, do not enslave me. Break the chain! Let me dream! in the name of God, let me dream! Am I allowed to...
Yesterday I received your letter, your first and last letter. Its address, words, and letters are illuminating like a crystal. I was afraid to kiss the letter, but I kissed it. I was afraid to smell it, but I smelled it, I hugged it, for life rest...
In 1993 My child was three, attending childcare in Corvallis high**. A Spanish girl in her teen, was a new student, in that school. She took care of him as part of her childcare class. With her accent like mine, she said: "I feel I love your kid,...
معكم هو مشروع تطوعي مستقل ، بحاجة إلى مساعدتكم ودعمكم لاجل استمراره ، فبدعمه سنوياً بمبلغ 10 دولارات أو اكثر حسب الامكانية نضمن استمراره. فالقاعدة الأساسية لادامة عملنا التطوعي ولضمان استقلاليته سياسياً هي استقلاله مادياً. بدعمكم المالي تقدمون مساهمة مهمة بتقوية قاعدتنا واستمرارنا على رفض استلام أي أنواع من الدعم من أي نظام أو مؤسسة. يمكنكم التبرع مباشرة بواسطة الكريدت كارد او عبر الباي بال.
