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سرتُ معها في حقل ألغامٍ، و كل لغم يتفجر بسؤال. إلى الجمال الذي يكمن وراء الشك.. يا ابنة الصحراء! ما للخزامى يزهر، و إن حل عليه الخريف؟ و ... -
Why do we tend to be complicated? In Starbucks, coffee could be only coffee. We don’t have to add milk, sugar, chocolate, and in some case... -
The galaxy is huge. Inside the galaxy there’re many black holes that could open to another white holes. The white holes lead to other gala... -
This took me outside the place, the time, and the body I linger into..
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I don’t remember how I’ve arrived to here. I opened my eyes, though I’m not sure if they were locked, on a whole new scene. Endless dunes c... -
I can't open my blog in Syria. The access is denied. So, I wanna make sure I can post, even I can't see what I posted.
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Everything is possible, and nothing is possible. It’s an issue of win it all, or lose it all. I’m a gambler and my bet is too high. In ... -
How to survive in 50 degree centigrade hot weather? It’s really melting hot. The Saudi practice of dressing could co up well with the climat... -
My Egyptian tutor sits over that chair, in the smoking room, taking a deep breath of his cigarette. He closes his eyes while he inhales it,... -
AlWaled Bin Talal, the Saudi milliarfiet prince, has a small building in AlTkgsosi road to direct the kingdom company. and with a big sign ...
I am waiting for something, opening websites at random.. Experiencing the torture of the passing time, handling the memory of the mix of smells, and remembering that it is all about lust now.
My brain deleted every memory, and my nose is my only evidence of your existence.. I miss the smell of fresh blood, the smell of your wet lips, the smell of desire, lust, and regret. They all have no color, just a wavy fading smell... I am blind now, what would I want to see? A world with no colors? Or a mind that cannot draw a full picture? It smells like dancing under the rain, it smells like your laugh, I even close my nose to stop the strong scent of tears that popped up. I keep forgetting that I am the devil, who can the devil blame his sins on? I am sure now, this is the question he kept praying to God to answer, and I am praying for you to answer me until you create some Adam and Eve to get rid of me like God did to the devil…. Dear lover, I won’t bow!
First English piece that I kinda like,
Saturday 26th 2009