Amore

Quando amore ti chiama, segui il segno, anche se sale ripido il sentiero. E quando le sue ali ti avvolgono, abbandonati, anche se tra le piume ti ferisse una lama. E quando amore parla, non indugiare a credergli, anche se la sua voce sconvolgesse i tuoi sogni come il vento del Nord spazza il giardino. [...]

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Marcus Aurelius

 
“Waste no more time talking about great souls and how they should be. Become one yourself!”

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My Shade..

 

You wonder what my shade is,
What it represents.
Call me anything;
An extremist, a fundamentalist,
Anything you desire.
I don’t care.
 
My shade is
My protection
from this evil world,
from roaming eyes,
from diseased hearts.
Call me anything;
Vain or Submissive.
I don’t care.
 
My shade is
My Protection
of my beauty,
reserved for one
special gift
that God has given me;
My Life Partner.
 
This world
is but a fleeting moment
about to end
at Any [...]

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The art of loosing (L’ARTE DI PERDERE)

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you [...]

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Ya rab

يارب محتجلك
محتاج أ فضفضلك
 نورك ملء عينى
قمرك مواسينى
لكن أقولك إيه؛
الحلم ملينى
ساعدنى أوصله
يارب متسبنيش….

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Scopri L’amore

Prendi un sorriso
regalalo a chi non l’ha mai avuto.

Prendi un raggio di sole
fallo volare là dove regna la notte.

Scopri una sorgente
fa bagnare chi vive nel fango.

Prendi una lacrima
posala sul volto di chi non ha mai pianto.

Prendi il coraggio
mettilo nell’animo di chi non sa lottare.

Scopri la vita
raccontala a chi [...]

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Hijab (veil) – A Muslima’s idea

What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see someone limited, or someone free?
All some people can do is just look and stare,
Simply because they can’t see my hair.
Others think I am controlled and uneducated.
They think that I am limited and not liberated,
They are so thankful that they are not me,
Because they [...]

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