If only I could catch the moon, And go to the world of dreams. If only I could draw a sky full of stars, With a smile that warms your heart.
If only my heart could speak The language that knows no grief. I would ease the ache That makes my heart only see the rain.
If only there were a person to heal the heart, Remove the clouds that have imprisoned the star of my heart. If only fate had been kind, Left me to not hunt monsters (human).
If only I could find my way, I would hunt memories that hurt me each day. If only there were a person to hold my heart, Please don't break it, not knowing that it hurts.
My heart is always ailing, and your beauty is a relentless fight. They've etched on my broken heart the contours of forty mountains. Every glance you cast shatters my heart, His enchanting eyes weave a hundred spells.
With beauty that enslaves in her tender lips, Drop by drop, the love in my eyes seeks wine. The view is bitter without sighting my beloved. No one comprehends the love in my heart or convinces my sweetheart.
The boat moves, the wind talks Hearing death sounds in the wind Voices of people beneath my grave As if everyone above is dead
Memories come, but our hearts are dead Palestinian children scream between the ground and a grave Dead people tell stories, and what about the dead?
When I woke up with a strange headache, confusion took over. I found myself in a small, unfamiliar house. Outside, there was a lot of noise. Gathering strength, I ventured out, trying to make sense of the situation. Everything seemed different, like tales from old stories and movies, yet uniquely distinct.
Despite their apparent poverty, the people greeted me with sincere smiles, as if I were a cherished friend. Overwhelmed, I stood up and found myself surrounded by several people. They asked me sad questions, like, "Brother, are you okay? You've been standing here motionless." Another said, "Brother, if you're sick, go and get treatment. If your sickness cannot be cured, let us ask Allah to make you better. Allah is very merciful." Another offered, "Brother, if you don't have a place to stay, come to me and be my guest until you treat yourself." Still impressed by their behavior, I told a little lie to get rid of them, not wanting to hurt them with my behavior.
After some exploration, I realized I was in the Okaaz Bazaar in Mecca, a bustling place where I noticed something unusual – no one begged for money in the streets.
Later, I joined a gathering where someone spoke about exceptional individuals whose hearts resembled birds. He said, "This means that they put their trust in Allah and work and strive and leave the rest with Allah. Just like birds, they leave their nests hungry in the morning and return full in the evening! They know that they don't eat anyone's money and no one eats their money! It means that their hearts are like birds' hearts, full of kindness, compassionate towards people, concerned about others, and people's happiness is their happiness. These people are careful with their language and do not hurt anyone's heart. Even if they say something inappropriate, they do not mean it. They are like rain. When it rains, they are full of goodness. They are like flowers. When people leave, their place is still visible in the heart. Someone who needs help will not be comfortable unless he helps them. They are the ones whom God does not give that kind of heart to everyone."
I was drowned in those words when the sky was dark, clouds gathered, and it rained. With the first lightning in front of my eyes, it was black, and I woke up in the next world with thousands of questions still in my mind.
In the depths of the night, the secrets of hearts grow, On a starry night, it is not known what is hidden in tearful eyes. Stars travel like rivers in the dark sky, Like a lost soul, they don’t know where they are.
A brightness that both tears and heals your heart, A darkness that will drown you, The light of the moon deceives you, The sound of darkness that frightens.
Yet in that darkness, there is a heart to calm you, There are eyes that forget sorrows, There is a fairy world where your dreams come true.
In the midnight moon cries silently, Its tears turn into cold air, a mystery untold. A distant light, seemingly lost and hopeless, Like a broken heart yearning for love.
Love, akin to the moon, tells a tale bittersweet, Shining brightly, yet tinged with melancholy, it endures. Its radiance, a reminder of what was once, Now hidden behind clouds, lost in the cause.
Though tears may fall, it won't be denied. Even in sorrow, its beauty remains.
"The story begins when I lost myself and eventually found my way back. I was walking in darkness, consumed by my own selfishness. The demons whispered, 'You can't deceive us.' I was on the verge of driving myself crazy with unjust actions, believing that everyone was against me and plotting behind my back. I had indulged in the wine of ignorance, thinking that others were foolish, but in reality, I was the foolish one. I believed I had outsmarted my demons, but I was the one being hunted. I also misunderstood the goodness in others. 'I planned to sleep that night and destroy the world tomorrow,' I thought. But when the awaited day arrived, my heart and mind underwent a complete transformation. I didn't know it was Ramadan. It was then that I realized I wanted to find peace within myself, not destroy the world."
When you came, the night was quiet, You were the only star in the dark sky. My heart got lost in your light, I tried to chase away my sorrows.
Now I see things differently, Like a star in the cold, heart-killing sky. It feels like my dreams are fading up there, Or maybe it's just my mind playing tricks.
I wanted to find myself, but I got lost, The sky, once full of stars, now hurts to look at. It used to be magical, now it's painful, Am I crazy, or are those stars wishing for my end?
Every single year I drowned in my pains I’m drowned in my thoughts I’m drowned in my faults Again I can’t seem to forget the tears I seem to give….. The pain I seem to give my heart
And every single year I drowned in my tears I’m drowned in my losses I’m drowned in my illness Again I can’t seem to forget the pain l seem to give…. The pain I seem to give my heart
And every single year I drowned in my smile I’m drowned in my love I’m drowned in my fight Again I can’t seem to forget the tears I seem to give…. The madness I seem to give my heart
