Missing Boring

Goodbye boring days that made me feel despair. Goodbye school days and those with whom I fought and made cry. Goodbye foreigners with your smelly odor that rots the smell of the fresh sky. Goodbye police chases with us on motorcycles that filled my heart with excitement. Goodbye old hags sitting under the tree in my neighborhood. Goodbye to your talking like chatterboxes and never quieting down about anything in your minds. Goodbye crazy women who don’t know how to drive and cause accidents and irritate me when I’m driving to school.

Farewell My Home

Goodbye home, the place where I was raised and nurtured from during my childhood. Goodbye my lovely wide room, where I spent most of my time in playing video games. And the birds, twittering in the early morning, signaling the rise of a new day. Goodbye sunshine, creeping into my room’s windows while I’m taking a cup of milk tea. Goodbye Friday afternoons that I miss so much as to relax in and the smell of sea breeze perfumes. And laying on the warm sands with the water splashing on my face. The relaxing music I listen to under the shining hot sun. I couldn’t imagine that one day I would miss these many things.

Voice From The Green Mountain

Looking at a butterfly flying between flowers emits happiness in someone ribs. Jumana is a 16 years girl who is trying to spread nature happiness inside people hearts by protecting it. She moved with her parents from the Green Mountain, where the green meadows and the colorful flowers decorating her home land, to the modern city, where the smells of the oil gases and cements projects. However, she had to use to it, but cutting trees and taking off the green zones by the city's government was bothering her. She sent them a massage telling to reduce tearing down the green areas. Even though she tried her best, it was useless; they declined her letter because she is 16 years old and if they accepted her advice, their profits would end up with bankruptcy. Jumana was so sad about that. She kept crying till her parents encourage her to find another solution, so she decided to make a project in her school about the environment. Presenting how valuable is the nature for the people and the life.

Sorrow's Life

Sadness smiles in the frightful sky.

Covered with bullets;

Wishing to stop the wars.

Nouh's Litany

You are the sea and the sand,
the shell and the ocean shore.
You are the sunset on the clear horizon.
and the stars of the dusky sky
You are the sunrise of the morning dawn
and the flashing lightning suddenly in the open night sky.

However, you are not the rose in the garden.
The shining pearl on the clam,
or the rays of the reflection light washing waves.
And you are certainly not the sweetness.
There is just no way you are the breeze.

It is possible that you are the fish in the sea,
maybe even the grass in the open meadow,
but you are not even close
to being the jewel in the eye of the beholder.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the trees in the cool spring
nor the caterpillar awakened in its pure form

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the heavenly sound of the mountain.

I also happen to be the storming thunder,
the heavy rain pouring down the canyons,
and hurricane storming through the seas.

I am also the light in the shadowy darkness
and burning fire in the heart of heroes.
But don't worry, I am not the sea and the sand.
You are still the sea and the sand.
You will always be the sea and the sand,
not to mention shells and—somehow—the sea shore

A Place In US Expresses Me

Barnes & Nobles

Diverge, respectful

Learning, reading, buying

Provide public community service

Knowledge

A Place In UAE Expresses Me

Dubai

Development, success

Growing, discovering, imaging

Beautiful place to live in

A Skyscraper