Poetic Birds

#fadybouaz  What activities make me lose track of time? A simple question, but the answer is far from simple for me. I don't lose track of time; instead, I feel every second passing as if I'm walking on burning coals. I live as a poor man who owns nothing in this world but constant suffering, in a hell whose torment never ends, called: My utterly miserable life. My suffering begins the moment I wake up. I walk to work because I can't afford transportation, I work ten hours, then I walk back home again, I buy what little I can from the grocery store, and because I am an old man, single, and alone, I cook, wash dishes, spoons, and cooking utensils, clean, tidy up, and wash my clothes by hand, then I snatch a moment for tea or coffee as a quick break, I browse my phone, follow the news of a world that doesn't care about people like me, I write, publish, and sometimes talk to those who remain of my acquaintances, then I go back to following world news, both good and bad, an...

#fadybouaz  Enough It bothers me that wounds open daily in the body of humanity, and no one shouts... Enough! It bothers me that children die of hunger and cold in a world overflowing with food thrown into waste. It bothers me that dreams are buried under the rubble of war, and voices are stifled under the debris of fear. It bothers me that I write with my tears, sharing my heartbeat with you, and no one feels it. It bothers me that kindness becomes an accusation, and cruelty is awarded a medal and position.  It bothers me that the poet is suffocated in an era that celebrates noise and forgets the voice of the heart. Because I am human… And I feel. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Tuesday 15/7/2025  #fadybouaz كفى يضايقني أن تُفتح الجراح كل يوم في جسد الإنسانية، ولا أحد يصرخ... كفى! يضايقني أن يموت الأطفال جوعًا وبردًا في عالمٍ يفيضُ غذاء  يرمى في النفايات.! يضايقني أن يُدفن الحلم تحت ركام الحرب، وأن يُكتم الصوت تحت أنقاض الخوف. يضايقني أن أكتب بدمعي، أشارككم نبضي، فلا أحد يشعر. يض...

#fadybouaz  Very Unfortunately  Very unfortunately, No one knows what the hidden absolute truth is. Eyes deceive, for not all that you see is true. And emotions too deceive, for not all that we think is true. We are all in a fleeting life, in which we learn, And the more we learn, the more we realize that we must learn more and more, We continue learning until our last breath in life, And many, many truths remain unknown to us. Very unfortunately, People do not learn from their mistakes in killing every opportunity for comprehensive global peace, They continue to repeat them always, For humans are always very, very busy killing each other over and over again. Very unfortunately, Humans continue to expel themselves from paradise, They continue to play evil, devilish games In order to achieve their evil, arrogant, selfish desires. Very unfortunately, A question remains unanswered: Will this bitter and very, very painful truth change, So that humans change, And violence ceases, And love, ...

#fadybouaz  Super Cat Super cat,  When she appears and lets out a meow, Injustice and strife vanish, And the treacherous mouse and its gang flee Panicked racing the wind.  She doesn't care for walls, Nor does she fear the hordes of darkness, Her eyes, a gleam of vengeance, Her steps, determination and boldness. She leaps over rooftops like the breeze, With claws are sharp like swords, She tears apart her foes fiercely,  And the mice scream: "Woe to us! This power is unbearable!" But she shows no mercy to the guilty, For she is pride and heroism. She eliminates the evil mouse,  And its wicked gang Of treacherous mice, Then returns to her little ones, Drinks milk, And sleeps, victorious. This story is for the brave, For those who stand against tyrants. When the world calls out to you: "Defeat them!" Say: "Super Cat! Evil aggressors flee!" (Woven with threads of pride and tenderness, This poem embodies the noble strength inherent in simplicity. 🐱⚡) Fady ...

#fadybouaz  I am Human I am human, I yearn for safety when winds rage, And my wings break from soaring in the storm, When my body starves, And time betrays me, I seek refuge in a warm corner, In a chest that embraces my brokenness, In a loaf unmixed with the blood of the poor. Yet I do not flee from adventure, For I am a poetic bird, Carrying in my wings a glow of yearning, I fly towards the meaning hidden behind shadows, Towards the dream yet incomplete, Towards the fleeting specter, Towards the poem that shivers Upon the waves of my sea of emotions. I do not choose one state over the other, Rather, I live between two states, I seek shelter at times, and soar at others.  I am human, I am a humble poetic soul,  I am the poem that has not yet been fully read. Fady Bouaz All rights reserved ©️   Sunday 13/7/2025 #fadybouaz أنا إنسان أنا إنسان أرنو إلى الأمان حين تعصف الرياح،   وينكسر جَناحَيَّ من التحليق في العاصفة،   حين يجوع جسدي،   ويغدرني الزمان،   ألوذ بزاوية دافئة،   بصدرٍ يحتوي ان...

#fadybouaz  A Humanitarian Dinner Invitation If God destines me to host a dinner banquet, I will invite all the hungry in this world, My brothers and sisters in humanity, For I am a human just like them, And they are human just like me, I hunger as they hunger, And since I know the taste of hunger, I know what they feel. How can I ask God for mercy and provision for me, If I don't show mercy to others? How can I hope for His generosity, If I am not generous to the needy? No, by God, I will never be stingy, And if I can give to every deprived person, I will give without hesitation, With all love and humanity. God Almighty is Forgiving, Merciful, Generous, So why shouldn't I be the same? God loves all His creations, So why shouldn't I love them too? If I can,  Build a home for every homeless person, And feed every hungry one, And grant the poor what they need Of food, medicine, and clothing, By the One in whose hand is my soul, I will surely do so, God willing, Without hesita...