Human misery is made by humans' hand
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I’ve arrived to the wrong life. Have I had the option to choose the time, place, or form of my creation? Could I change any quality of my ...
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شربت من كؤوس العشق حتى الثمالة فلم أذق مثل عشقي لظبيةٍ نجديةٍ سلبت عقلي جنانه نكمل بعد الاختبار P.S: I am working on my project for g...
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I’ve been awaken this morning at 7 a.m. because of my heart. It’s racing to death; it beats 89/second with altering in the character and s...
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It’s smart to obtain wisdom from crazy people. It’s insane to seek love in Saudis. And let’s say I’m crazy. This entry would sound very od... -
كادت دمائي أن تتحول كأس نبيذٍ أحمر لاذعاً في جرأته معتقاً في أزمنةِ الألم الأحمر كيف فعلهُ، يألمني عصره و تسكرك حين ارتحاله بين الر...
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لم تخشعي لصلاتي، و قلتِ: أن رائحة الإناث قبلكِ لازالت تفوحُ من ثنايا الجلدِ و من قبلاتي. كيف أفرُ من جسدي، و من المصيرِ الكامن في الأصلابِ ... -
The inhibition, we limit ourselves to, is a sad story. So, a free soul can be limitlessly creative. The odd attitude which great people sh... -
today is 2-12-1430.. in Arabic calendar. it means my 24th birthday.. to make it easier for anyone who wishes to buy me a gift.. I provide...
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Today, I am quarter century old. This is a big number, 25 years. I could imagine after another 25 years telling that I’m a half century old... -
Hotel’s beds are very public usage. I think anybody sleeps in a hotel’s bed would deposit a part of his body and soul. Also, exchanges some ...
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