by Sara Bedri and Mohammed Abdelwahab
..أرقص على قبري
..أضحك على موتي
..إني لمت سدا
..قد خانني صوتي
..خوفا من الدنيا، قد عشت دون حياة
..أشباح أحلام، زيف وبعض رياء
..هل لي بمعروف ، أشركني معك القبر
..أضحيت في أرض، عفى عليها الدهر
..في بقعة عتماء، فقدت معاني الفجر
..أتسول الآمال، يا أهل هذى الدار
..هلا لنا بمفر
..يا صاحبي قل لي
..قل لي ولو كذبا
..ألهمني بعض الصبر
They say love hurts,
It doesn’t actually, it just hangs from your last nerve
and pulls as hard as possible.
Basically love is annoying.
Love is dark circles under your eyes because
you just can’t seem to fall asleep before 3 am
Because they’re awake and you won’t sleep
Because they’re asleep and you can’t sleep
Love teaches you how to swim only to
tie anchors to your feet and gets mad at you for drowning.
Love is like redbull,
It gives you wings, and as you reach the edge of cloud nine
Love tears them away just to watch you fall.
Love clips your wings to give you new ones
and with every sprout pain you learn to grow again.
You learn that everything that glows in life is bound to burn beyond repair
but sometimes a phoenix rises from the ashes.
You learn that life is a hoe-le new level of bad practical jokes
Made by your dearest friend that you just learn to put up with in time.
And time doesn’t heal wounds it simply conceals them
until the next time you’re forced to clean them again
Time is nine months in your mother’s womb wasted
so you can compare every passing woman to an hour glass
Someone should’ve told you that time is only one hour of sand
before you’re buried 6 feet underneath it
Until someone turns the hands of time to resurrect you again.
And death is more than serving tea at a contest of who can fake cry the loudest
death isn’t necessarily a loss but more like a scrapbook of unrepeatable memories
that sits on the darkest corner of your heart collecting new beginnings
and little by little the faces fade and the words are replaced
and you realise that every marker is temporary
Still, a beautiful memory is not written in ink but engraved.
And in graves,
You hope that their tainted pieces rest in peace
and their sins…
But is god just or is he merciful?
I think that you should seek justice for others
mercy is a self quest.
so I guess the answer depends on how selfish you are.
After all we know that the hands of god won’t be as cruel as society’s.
Society was made to reflect goodness in every individual,
And in time we mistook kindness for weakness,
Because we have a habit of hiding our vulnerabilities
Asking for help is not weak
Letting people in is not weak
Needing someone is not weak
We are all too afraid of our inadequacy that
we carefully hide it underneath layers and layers of arrogance and solitude
So now, society is just fear spreading in a massive region.
So basically the chaos above is called,
The theory of fear of everything.
He was a safe room that locked all her fears and demons out but she was claustrophobic.. she had no idea that..
He was aware that all of her demons were just misunderstood angels
Fear makes you see love as a mirage
the closer you get to someone the further you feel from yourself
and commitment becomes a synonym for confinement
Out of fear intimacy and rejection
Writer’s block is only fear of repeating the same lines and sounding cliché
but some things need to be repeated,
and lately words are 140 characters pretending to support a cause
when we are all just too afraid of change
And how are you to change if you keep dwelling on the past
Life is way too short for guilt and self pity so when life throws rocks at you
KEEP THEM. Build something.
before you label yourself a damsel in distress
Change is terrifying.
Sometimes you lack the courage to grow out of bad habits
and watch as people outgrow you.
Sometimes fear is imagining a danger that doesn’t exist : paranoia.
But most times loneliness is Much stronger than fear: marriage.
and fear of not getting married : البورة البورة.
We raise little girls and teach them to play hard to get
in all the wrong leagues and warn them
that if they enjoy the process they won’t get their first place prize: a ring
So a crush quickly escalates to project potential husband
and girls measure their worth by the use of a proposal-o-meter
But I don’t blame them.
We live in a world where people only instagram their highlight moments
and simple human courtesy is hashtagged “relationshipgoals“
We fall into ? (for the lack of a better word)
and call it love just as long as it satisfies our checklist of society’s standards
out of fear of being alone and that we would miss the fit tailored by them.
Did you walk a mile in my shoes? We’re obviously misfits.
but that doesn’t mean that we can’t walk these miles side by side
Imagine what we could accomplish if we put our differences aside
Maybe if you lay off her high heels, she’d step off your Jordans
Don’t you get it? We were made to be different
Our beauty has always lied in our diversity
Like some sort of ingredients to this social recipe
but seems like we’re all afraid to learn how to mix or cook
and the only mixing we ever learned is “خلط”
Cause we’re a nation built on literal translation and copy pasted traditions.
fear was not created to be escaped rather embraced .
..ما دام في عندك زول عزيز بتخاف عليهو
..والعترة في الزمن الغلط
..ما دام نفوس الناس بخير
..شان إنتا همك همهم
..لا هما كايسين ليك ضر
..لا إنتا خايف منهم
:وسمعتا في بيت من قصيد
“..إنو الحزن زاد الفرح والفرحة نفسها مؤلمة”
..وروني خايفين من شنو ما دام
..يعني شنو تقسى الدنيا ما دام كلما
..إتكسرت معظم خطاك
..يلقاك زول يجبر كسورك يلملما