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Blessed be the eyes which see your face Blessed be that heart whose beloved is you
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Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
- Khalil Gibran, The Prophet . . . . . . . . . [ tags : poem poems poetry quote quotes love life alive feelings for you fyp foryoupage hit viral books book lover aesthetic reels art muse museum poet writer writer thoughts #poem#fyp
He stood on a box in a cell in Abu Ghraib, wires clipped to his trembling hands, a black hood suffocating the air from his lungs. American soldiers told him if he slipped, the electricity would rip through his veins — but the wires were dead; the terror was not. His left shoulder was already shattered from rifle butts, his body torn by beatings and dog bites, but what truly broke him was the shame: naked, humiliated, mocked by grinning guards who posed for photos like tourists beside his suffering. His name was Ali Shallal al-Qaisi — a soccer coach once loved by his community, now paralyzed, half his body refusing to obey him because of the shocks they forced through his skin. He did not die in that cell, but something in him did: a quiet faith in humanity. He spent the years after his release telling the world about the freedom they promised and the dignity they stole, so that when we see that hooded figure, we remember: his body carried the cost of someone else’s democracy. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Ali Shallal has said in interviews:
“They tortured us not to get information, but to break us. To show they could do anything to an Arab, to a Muslim, to a human — and no one would stop them.”
Today, eight more names turned to ash .... eight Iranian nuclear scientists killed in another strike. The same empire that wired a man's body at Abu Ghraib and called it 'liberation' now calls this murder 'protection.' They feed you freedom with blood on their teeth. They drape your silence in stars and stripes. Somewhere a mother wipes brain matter off a wall and they call it collateral damage. This is not war. This is empire. This is how they keep you free by killing every voice that could stand alone. Look harder. Freedom wears a hood too.
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إعطني إبنة لها قلبك العنيد أو حتى طبعك إعط طفلنا عيناك السمراوين اللامعين أو إبتسماتك المسحورة لكي حتى و بعد رحيلنا، سيجد العالم فيهم كل الأسباب التي "أحببتك لها . "Give me a daughter with your stubborn heart, or your even temper. Give our children your dark-bright eyes, or your enchanted smile. the world will find within them all of the reasons why I loved you" So that even when we are gone, . .