Crazy jokes – in reality – ✍️ Yasser Zein Al-Abidin, the lawyer
Man's connection to the earth is purely emotional
It starts when he grows up…
Everlasting Love Is A Natural Love Story That Matters
Heavy rains with abundant generosity…
A seed planted by God in the soul, pure…
Do not supplement it with fertilizers, appetizers or pickles.
Like the breeze, tyrannical, like the sea, Nadia, like the rain
Sprays…
Homeland or Raoum We cling to warm up from winter
We seek refuge from the heat of life in its embrace…
It removes the misery of life, its distress and depression, then
She suffers from deep patience…
We laugh about it, no matter how serious the calamities.
Stress and suffering…
We breathe its air, we walk on its land and we stay up late
In his eyelids the hour of deception…
The man always strays from the path, goes out
On the natural path with commitment…
It raises the dust of eternal conflict each time it overwhelms it…
It repeats the cycle of an old conflict, renewed and exacerbated
On the program and ambitions…
The ego rises, the self grows and continues to grow
Selfishness keeps getting worse…
People will disperse into groups that love you
Plots surface…
They accept disagreement, contradiction becomes reality…
Everyone believes in merit, the most beneficial, then the most deserving
Judging from his understanding…
He perpetuates the idea of the failure of others in order to…
A renewed, ancient and eternal cycle of conflicts begins
His sermons became important, but we did not learn them…
The question arises as to which is the most beneficial and effective
The most appropriate and correct answer is relative…
Everyone adheres to their idea despite the flaws…
Despite what happens to her, she imposes her power to stay
Rule, no matter how unacceptable…
It can be imposed by terror, intimidation or deception.
Lies and flattery…
Both are sins that attack the nature of credibility
This raises the controversy of acceptance…
Most people don't know
The conflict is what it is and does not concern them…
They don't know the names, the places, or the plans
Neither ideas nor realizations…
They know their simple tasks, a life without
Complications and conflicts…
Their fields, their animals, their birds, what they provide
The earth is made of its foam, its onions and its lentils…
And it was said on a pillow thrown next to time…
He knows neither (silk), nor (manqa), nor (barma)…
What does Hamdok want? Why did he come and what?
He did it and what were his thoughts…
His needs are simple, his ideas are small, etc.
His wishes are limited…
He dreams of tomorrow until the sun rises early…
News of light is coming, destroying the darkness and rising
His dreams in broad daylight…
The heat of the fire of exile does not desire asylum and displacement
Suffering, difficulties and displacements…
Neither fear nor sleep day and night…
No amount of pressure can bring him back to his senses during the night of his exile…
He bites the pillow, bringing back good memories
Hit it deep inside you…
Man's evil ambitions come true unjustly…
He lights the spark and turns it into a blazing fire…
He doesn't learn from experiences, he doesn't read history
His book is full of lessons and sermons…
We will no longer be like before, to take advantage of our misfortunes…
We adjust ideas, concepts and balances…
When the war is over, shall we…
We are modifying actions that promote discord and diaspora…
We must learn from our experiences and from the days…
The question is: (Is there a walk-in red reel?)
It's more likely because our love for the earth has been there from the beginning…
If that were the case, the war would not have happened…
(I wish I had loved it a long time ago)…
We sang it without realizing its meaning and the depth of its words…
Let's protect it so it doesn't leak…
Let there be no conspiracy, no greed, no partisanship…
The wise person is the one who learns from his experiences and does not think
Things are only things with certainty…
And the fixed madman is conscious…
We claim conscience, and say that others are crazy…
Is the belief true or is it doubtful?
(I wish I had loved it a long time ago)…
They told us (if) you opened the work of Satan
We knew the bitterness of losing land and the pain…
Because we didn't love each other the way we should…
We didn't love each other enough…
If we did, we wouldn't be in such a miserable situation…
Isn't it (the goal of love is peace) as we said?
Our poet Awad Ahmed Khalifa…
