Written by Zeinab Ibrahim
Here the night has come and a curtains are drawn
And bear the fator in my body and soul
Anagi Rabbi went with the help his secrets
No one else will heal my wounds
Come on, Dejor, the night, Al-Bahim Kefak
In vain with a spirit that was shaken by memories
The past, if it is gone, remains the exhaustion
For the heart whenever nostalgia resolves for glances
The heart and soul are always reassured
As a child in the bud he needs tenderness
A baby’s somber crying doesn’t rest a day
Growing up and becoming a young man needs tenderness
Here I come, Lil, and I’m the little baby
Come back mom to me I’m exhausted with memories
And the night has no mercy, small or big
Helm Elia with your beauty and leave the dejor
And only show me the beauty of Sabah Al-Abeer
And the flower of violet and its fragrance is zohir.
المزيد
فتاة في حضرة العصر الفيكتوري بقلم شــاهينــاز مــحمــد
على حافة الطمأنينة بقلم الكاتب هانى الميهى
في مثل هذه الايام بقلم هاجر أحمد عبد المقتدر