hayat84
I'm not what you believe
:salam2: my dear TTI brothers and sisters,this is maybe my last poem for this moment.this saturday in sh Allah I'll leave Italy and take the ship to Morocco.whoever wishes to meet me by person(better if maroccan sisters or someones who live there)I live in Masyra/Rabat...Hay el Fath/rabat(there is a big mosque)
BISMILLAHI AR-RAHMANI AR-RAHIM
BISMILLAHI AR-RAHMANI AR-RAHIM
I still remember when I played with my dolls,
so many winters,springs,summers and falls
passed from those sweet years,
hidden in my parental refuge,
I thought that my home was too huge
for us all,my dears.
A love song stopped the time for an instant,
when I made a jump in the past and felt my heart beating fastly
at each sight I gave to my beloved man,it was pleasant.
My memories still run in my head,and they hardly
leave me,because I can't forget who I was;
praise be to Allah,He blessed me with great blessings,
and He gave me you,my beloved dears...
How tender He was,when my life was failing
and when it was leaving a bitter taste in my existence.
But He has let me start from zero
and I must only thank Him for all I have.I feel like a hero
who overcame to the struggles of the life,
but it was Allah Who cleansed the path towards Him
and now I'm here,line after line,
in this poem my memories I leave.
I must turn the page and believe
to Allah only,because my life is not mine
and I must be pure when He will call me back.
so many winters,springs,summers and falls
passed from those sweet years,
hidden in my parental refuge,
I thought that my home was too huge
for us all,my dears.
A love song stopped the time for an instant,
when I made a jump in the past and felt my heart beating fastly
at each sight I gave to my beloved man,it was pleasant.
My memories still run in my head,and they hardly
leave me,because I can't forget who I was;
praise be to Allah,He blessed me with great blessings,
and He gave me you,my beloved dears...
How tender He was,when my life was failing
and when it was leaving a bitter taste in my existence.
But He has let me start from zero
and I must only thank Him for all I have.I feel like a hero
who overcame to the struggles of the life,
but it was Allah Who cleansed the path towards Him
and now I'm here,line after line,
in this poem my memories I leave.
I must turn the page and believe
to Allah only,because my life is not mine
and I must be pure when He will call me back.