Written by / Zienab Ibrahim
That year I wish you peace, my self, it’s what you’re looking for all the time since your feet started to set on life and you’re making fear and anxiety every second a thousand times;
But you know that that life does not last, being steadfast in the face of the despair that you reconcile against with all the strength you have come;
Because it is not for imprisonment or for those dreams that you have not yet had, it is all a solution;
for the great despair that one cannot ask Even his doom you’re going
to be able to eliminate him and for any pain sweeping your life what you have to hold on to;
It is the pressure for God to distract you all that hurts your day, but never be oppressed no matter how you encounter a trin that the heroes in
Gaza do not want to cast the Israeli enemy a lesson they never forget; Because he would like to take a right that is not theirs,
as for your incompetence and your life is also your right; you will ask about it on the day of resurrection,
but rather you should not retract their safety and their narrative accent; Because no one will benefit you when they descend or feel distressed one day,
how much of a woman feels let down and break the risk and heart; but do not show it to anyone; nor can he relieve him or erase what he is exposed to;
for that you do not make anyone or something to affect you or disturb the life you are trying hard to make away from the noise of life and human beings;
Because no one will benefit you when they descend or feel distressed one day, how much of a woman feels let down and break the risk and heart;
but do not show it to anyone; nor can he relieve him or erase what he is exposed to; for that you do not make anyone or something
to affect you or disturb the life you are trying hard to make away from the noise of life and human beings;
They deserve to wrestle; to preserve them, to get out of the test that you are a whistle, and that your hardness has never been said to the contrary to its increase;
because no one will be with you in your preaching or be stressed with your visit but you dear; and that a lustful walk will not lean on anyone in it;
except for its fullness, then my self-bearing a lot and in my new year and every year to come will not remain with me except for me; therefore I have to leave for despair and my life.
المزيد
البعدُ قتال بقلم مروة الصاوي علي عبدالله
لـو كـان بإمكانـي بقلـم الكـاتبـة نُسيـبة البصـري
أنت وأنا، بشر بقلم مريم أشرف فرغلي