Poetic Birds

#fadybouaz  So That We Can  About seven years ago, I wrote a motto for my poetic journey: "Exchanging the good ideas illuminates the darkness of ignorance with the lights of knowledge." Because I believe that our purpose in life is to strive for the knowledge of absolute truth, That which remains hidden behind the shadows of our dark caves: The caves of customs, traditions, beliefs, and unconsciously inherited ideas. And in our journey towards enlightenment, We seek an eternal and happy life in the paradise of the afterlife. But we are now in the life of this world, And we must free ourselves from the darkness of the caves, To stop living with their shadows, And to live freely, With the lights of knowledge illuminating our path. Because the paradise of this worldly life is knowledge, And knowledge only grows when we exchange good ideas, To dispel the darkness of humanity's ignorance with them, And grant light to souls thirsty for truth. So that we can create together a hu...

#fadybouaz  Nothing Equals Your Worth To the one who taught me that true love is priceless. O you who sell your beautiful images in the market of cheapness, For money that fades as beauty fades, Like everything that is transient. But love, if it is love of the soul, remains. It is not an instinct, nor a fleeting desire, nor a temporary lust, It is a light that dwells in the heart, and a warmth that accompanies the soul. I am here because I love you, and I long to see you. And to see you, I follow you across every application,  It is a digital space from which your beauty shines.  But, my love for you is not for sale, And love is not measured by money, Rather, it is more precious than all the treasures of the earth. I will not pay to see you, For I see you always, You reside in my thoughts, and you soar in my dreams, With my great love that embraces you between my heartbeats and my breaths. Even if my eyes do not see you, Your soul dances with my soul To the melodies of love that never ...

#fadybouaz We Are All I am like you, And you are like me. We are like them, And they are like us. We are all humans, We are all like each other. We all have feelings, And our thoughts Echoes for our feelings. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Sunday 1/3/2020 #fadybouaz  نحن جميعًا أنا مثلك، وأنت مثلي. نحن مثلهم، وهم مثلنا. نحن جميعًا بشر، نحن جميعًا مثل بعضنا البعض. لدينا جميعًا مشاعر، وأفكارنا أصداء لمشاعرنا. فادي بوعز جميع الحقوق محفوظة © الأحد 1/3/2020

#fadybouaz  The Best Vacation Perhaps in a remote cabin, in the embrace of nature, where the only noise is the whisper of the wind, or in the embrace of an old book, where I find my escaping self. But in truth, perhaps the only vacation I've ever longed for is a vacation in a cold, dark grave, where there is no noise of thoughts, no bleeding of feelings, no dreams that never come true, no hopes that have turned to despair, no faith that died long ago, due to the cruelty and injustice of a fate whose heart is stone, devoid of compassion and mercy. Only eternal tranquility, resembling the peace I have never found in the series of ongoing suffering in an endless torment called my life. Fady Bouaz All rights reserved ©️ Wednesday 30/4/2025 #fadybouaz  أفضل عطلة ربما في كوخ بعيد، بين أحضان الطبيعة، حيث لا ضجيج سوى همس الريح، أو في حضن كتابٍ قديم، أجد فيه نفسي الهاربة. لكن في الحقيقة، قد تكون العطلة الوحيدة التي أتمناها دائمًا، هي عطلة في القبر البارد المظلم، حيث لا ضجيج لأفكار، ولا نزيف...

#fadybouaz  Our Lives Everything is going As God wills, Always. Our lives Are temporary journeys That have ends, But the souls Will meet again In new life journeys, We call them Our lives. Fady Bouaz All rights reserved ©️  Sunday 1/3/2020 #fadybouaz  حياتنا كل شيء يسير كما يشاء الله، دائمًا. حياتنا رحلات مؤقتة لها نهايات، لكن الأرواح ستلتقي مجددًا في رحلات حياة جديدة، نسميها حياتنا. فادي بوعز جميع الحقوق محفوظة ©️  الأحد 1/3/2020

#fadybouaz  Camping with Eve in Hell  I was asleep, and suddenly I found myself with my beloved Eve in an intensely hot place. She said to me, "My love, I have waited for you for so long." As I'm looking at her with the joy of a lover yearning to see his beloved who had been absent of a very long time, I said to her " I always miss you so much, my love, and I'm so happy that you are with me now." I was sweating heavily from the intense heat of the place. I asked her, "Where are we. This place is very very hot. She smiled and said, "We are in hell, that's why it's so hot. You will have to get used to this, and there's no need for clothes." I found this pleasing. We would be naked as we once were in the Garden of Eden. When I saw her naked before me, I was tempted to eat the forbidden apple with her, and then I was punished for it, as if it is my fault that she was created naked like me. We were punished for a sin that's not ours...

#fadybouaz  Perhaps  In the path of death I proceed, Carrying the coffin of salvation, I advance eagerly, To rest in the silence of thoughts, And the whispers of feelings and dreams, On the cold bed of death, In the comfort of my dark grave. Perhaps my tears will cease, Those that accompany my words, Which are the moans of my heart, And the sighs of my soul, And perhaps, more than perhaps, Death is the only hope, For the weeping to end, In great sorrow, And in boundless disappointment, By the mercy of the heaven.  I feel that I no longer want to live, All I seek now is departure, To find in death a refuge, For my soul to be freed from torment, For silence to prevail, For sorrows to sleep, And for weary breaths to rest, In the darkness of the grave, in its intense cold. Perhaps there is a meeting, Perhaps I will find my beloved Eve in hell, Perhaps I will know happiness in love with her, Perhaps love will be warmth, Amidst the fires of torment, Perhaps pain will carry us together, To sa...

#fadybouaz Therefore Sometimes, Even the funniest things, Inspire us with hidden wisdom. For the whole world, Is just a grand game Played by the Fate, By the will of the Creator Almighty.  But unfortunately, We play the game of life With excessive seriousness, Panting after our desires and instincts, Chasing an illusion called happiness, That mirage that vanishes, Just as our fleeting lives vanish, Always and forever. These are, The games of suffering, That we practice tirelessly, Since the moment we left Paradise, After we ate the forbidden apple, In great disobedience, By satanic inspiration. Therefore, The righteous pray devoutly: "O God, save us from Satan And his evil tricks." Amen. Fady Bouaz All Rights Reserved © Sunday 27/4/2025 #fadybouaz لذلك  أحيانًا، حتى أكثر الأشياء مضحكةً، تُلهمنا بحكمةٍ خفية. فالعالم كله، مجرد لعبةٍ كبرى يلعبها القدر، بإرادة الخالق سبحانه وتعالى.  ولكن للأسف، نحن نلعب لعبة الحياة  بجديةٍ مفرطة، نلهث خلف رغباتنا وغرائزنا، نُطارد وهمًا اسمه السعا...

#fadybouaz  I always use my symbols 😇🙏❤️🌹, An angel guarding my dreams, A prayer weaving wings of light for me, A heart beating with undying love, And a rose whispering to all my wounds: Hope is born from the darkness of despair, Just as light is born from darkness, Just as the sun rises from the womb of a dark night, Just as warm spring comes from the cold of winter, Just as life is born from the cold, dark womb of death. Fady Bouaz All rights reserved ©️ Sunday 27/4/2025 #fadybouaz دائما أستخدم رموزي 😇🙏❤️🌹، ملاك يحرس أحلامي، ودعاء ينسج لي أجنحة نور، وقلبٌ يخفق بحبٍ لا يموت، ووردةٌ تهمس لكل جراحي: الأمل يولد من ظلام اليأس، كما يولد النور من العتمة، كما تشرق الشمس من رحم ليل مظلم، كما يجيء الربيع الدافئ من برد الشتاء، وكما تولد الحياة من رحم الموت البارد المظلم. فادي بوعز جميع الحقوق محفوظة ©️ الأحد 27/4/2025 

#fadybouaz  A Sin We Didn't Commit Long ago, a couple we never knew, never met, ate the forbidden apple. God was deeply angry, and since then, countless worlds, planets, and creatures have existed.  Froml desires of lust and instincts of love, a new life was born, suffering and being punished for a sin we didn't commit. Fady Boaz All rights reserved ©️  Thursday 12/7/2017 #fadybouaz ذنب لم نرتكبه منذ زمن بعيد، زوجان لم نعرفهما قط، ولم نلتقِ بهما قط، أكلا التفاحة المحرمة. غضب الله غضبًا شديدًا، ومنذ ذلك الحين، وُجدت عوالم وكواكب ومخلوقات لا تُحصى.  ومن رغبات الشهوة وغرائز الحب، وُلدت حياة جديدة، تُعاني وتُعاقب على ذنب لم نرتكبه. فادي بوعز جميع الحقوق محفوظة ©️ الخميس 12/7/2017 

#fadybouaz  About Love and Peace, Justice and Equality I write about love and peace, about justice and equality, about the suffering of humanity when it is shattered by war, hunger, and displacement. My words carry the voices of children robbed of their safety, and the moans of mothers trapped between fear and death, where despair blends with the fragile hope. I carry the wounds of this world between the lines, and I dream of a homeland that embraces everyone without conditions or discrimination. The message of my pen is the voice of humanity: words that call for love and spread peace, becoming a bridge connecting souls yearning for light. I write so that the truth does not fall silent, and so that hope is not buried under the rubble of war and the weight of indifference. I write to be a torch in the darkness of suffering, a bridge of words that penetrates the abyss of pain. It is time for us to learn and teach those who come after us not to repeat our mistakes, in killing every chance...

#fadybouaz  My Most Beautiful Dreams I was asleep, then I went to the world of dreams, and then I found myself in a strange place, where people were waiting with great fear, looking at a door from which came the cries of pain in great torment. I looked around, there were many beautiful girls waiting for their turn to enter through that door. I stood waiting for my turn, then a very beautiful and very attractive girl came. I have never seen beauty such as hers in my life. Then she looked at me and told me in a faint voice mixed with fear and sadness, "Our turn together; she and I will enter together through that door to be tormented together." I was amazed by her beauty. I looked at her, smiling absent-mindedly, saying to myself in happiness mixed with fear, "She and I together." And I began to think silently, "Which is more difficult, to be tormented or seeing her tormented?" My heart loves her because of her beauty and kindness, and all I wanted was to hu...

#fadybouaz  I am the shadow of the sky I am the echo of its voice,   I am the mirror reflecting its light,   I am the pages upon which its words are written.   I am a poetic prophet,  A poetic bird,   Singing what it whispers to me,   Songs carrying its inspiration to my soul.   I am its inextinguishable light,   I am its voice that never falls silent,   I am its inexhaustible kindness,   I am its humble poetic shadow.   I am a poetic soul, writing to illuminate,   A heart that carries the message,   A pen flowing with its inspiration,   A voice from its heart,   Singing for love, peace, and humanity,   Always and forever.   Fady Bouaz All rights reserved ©️   Friday, 25/4/2025 #fadybouaz  أنا ظلّ السماء أنا صدى صوت السماء، أنا مرآة تعكس نورها، أنا الصفحات المكتوب عليها كلماتها، أنا نبي شاعري، طائر شاعري، أغني ما تهمسه لي، أغاني تنشر وحيها لي. أنا نورها الذي لا ينطفئ، أنا صوتها الذي لا يصمت، أنا خيرها الذي لا ينضب، أنا ظلّها الشاعري المتواضع. أنا روحٍ شاعرية ، تكتب لتُضيء، قلبٍ يحمل ال...

#fadybouaz    My Wondrous Dream   When I was asleep, I woke up in a strange place with loud voices of pain in great agony.   And I saw masked giants torture whom they call sinners.   Then suddenly a very beautiful and seductive girl came, stood in front of me, looked at me, smiled, and sadness and fear in her beautiful eyes, and she held my hand in her hand, and said to me, "you and I together."   But I was looking amazed at her beauty and femininity, unaware of what she meant in what she had said to me.   Then a masked giant looked at us and said, "you together, I will whip you, grill you and crucify you."   But despite the fear from what he said and a prior feeling of pain, I forgot all of that when I looked at her.   And I wondered if the pain of torment is greater than seeing her in pain.   I am now in great feeling of love for her.   My presence with her makes me forget the pain and makes hell a paradise.   Suddenly, a voice, filled with anger, woke me up from ...

#fadybouaz Evil racist demons Evil racist demons, enemies of God, goodness, and humanity, a threat to peace and love in our world,  They think they can silence me, but they are completely wrong,  I am a poetic prophet in this world,  I am not a coward and I will never bow down,  My faith in God Almighty is very strong,  I have great confidence in Him. My principles: love, peace, no racism. I will continue my poetic message, my poetic words in my poetic works, eternal candles illuminating the darkness of evil, always and forever without ceasing. And if racists think they can kill me as a poet by trying to destroy my poems, I will say that they will never be able to kill me or destroy my poetic works. By the will of God Almighty, I am immortal with my poetic words, the poetic prophets. I will never die, even if I am in my grave. I will never depart. I will remain immortal, my poetic words alive, the poetic prophets, who will never cease to spread, recounting their evil deeds, throughout ...

#fadybouaz  In Paradise or In Hell  When I was asleep, dreaming, I found myself in a strange place. I looked around to know where I am,  Then I saw in the distance, My beloved, bound in chains, Being taken by masked men To a place from which screams of pain emerge  In great torment. I ran quickly to save her From the torment that awaiting her, A voice shouts from the sky stopped me,  "Stop, do not go there!" I said to Him : "This is my beloved, and I want to help her!" The voice replied, saying: "You cannot do that." I said to Him, weeping: "I love her so much, I cannot leave her in torment, I want to save her, please, let me do it." The voice replied angrily: "I told you, you cannot do that, Her place is there, and your place is here"  I said to Him : "Take me there, I want to be with her, even in torment, I love her so much, Hell with her is paradise for me!" The voice said angrily: "That is not possible"  I said t...

#fadybouaz  بين الفردوس والجحيم  كنتُ مع فتاةٍ جميلة، جميلةٍ جدًا، أسرة كالحلم، نأكل التفاحة المحرَّمة معًا، في سعادةٌ شيطانيةٌ تنمو بداخلنا. ثم، صرخ صوتٌ من السماء، غاضبًا، راعدًا، وظهر جنودها وأخذوا الفتاة منّي. حاولت منعهم من أخذها، لكن الصوت صاح بي بغضب: "توقّف عمّا تفعل، هي ذاهبةٌ إلى العذاب، لا داعي أن تذهب معها." لكني حاولت اللحاق بها، لأنقذها من عذابٍ ينتظرها. فصرخ الصوت بغضب أكبر: "أنا أعطيك فرصة، لِتُثبت طاعتك لي، لم أرسلك بعدُ لِتتعذّب معها." لكني تجاهلته،  وذهبت لإنقاذها.  فصرخ الصوت بغضب كبير جدًا،  "أَتُفضّلُ أن تعصاني، لكي تكون معها؟ لقد أغضبتني كثيرًا… سوف أُرسلك إلى العذاب، في حياةٍ من المعاناة المستمرة." ثم وجدتُ نفسي في مكانٍ بين الفردوس والجحيم،  أمامي ظلٌّ أسود يتربّص بي شرًّا، ثم سمعتُ صوتًا من السماء يقول: "لقد عصيتني عندما اتبعتَ غريزتك من أجل حواء، انظر إلى ذلك الظل الشرير، هذا هو الصراع الذي ستكون فيه، هذا امتحانك العسير. يجب أن تفوز بالامتحان، لكي تثبت طاعتك لي، وتستحقّ العودة إلى الفردوس، الذي غادرته من أجل التفاحة المحرّمة...

#fadybouaz  The Bitter Truth The absolute, naked truth, without cover, Just as Adam and Eve were in Paradise, Before Satan tempted them To eat the forbidden apple, Which greatly angered God, Then He expelled them from Paradise, And from God's wrath, Punishment was found for all who came into earthly life, So that we are punished for a sin we did not commit, Very unfortunately.  Knowing that we all do not know them and have never met them, What happened was a very, very long time ago, Before we even existed. Very unfortunately,  This is the bitter truth, The hidden absolute truth, Everyone is punished for a sin that is not theirs, Injustice and lack of mercy, Loom on the horizon, But we walk on an inevitable path, Searching in the darkness, For an answer to the question, Why all this? Our only hope is salvation, From the continuous torment of life, Like an unjust punishment for us all, For a sin that is not ours. Fady Bouaz All rights reserved ©️ Tuesday 22/4/2025 #fadybouaz  الحقيق...

#fadybouaz  My Words' Companion I express my pain in my words. It's not me who writes them, but the sadness of my heart and the groans of my soul that write my words. Do you know who I am? I am whose my luck is very, very bad, since the day I was born until my death, I was always unlucky, even in love, whose happiness I was deprived of, when my love died when I was in my youth, I lived alone without my beloved. I mourn her with great sadness in my words. I write about my lost love, with great sadness. My tears accompany my words. O you who have departed, but the memories of my love for you didn't depart from me, you have departed but your memory has remained, you have made me a sad poet, always weeping for you in my words, to be my sighs, so that they express the sadness of my heart and the groans of my soul, to be a bleeding wound, its bleeding is the ink of my words. My love for you is in my heart, never fading, like poetry that never ceases to touch my soul, you are my ...

#fadybouaz  Alone, I am I write, For the sake of wounded humanity's good, And I bleed silently, Without support, without warmth, Without family or relatives or friends. Alone, I am, With sorrow, and worry, and hunger, and sickness, and gloomy tears, With disappointment, even in the mercy of the sky, Which is deaf, Does not hear the prayers of those like me among the poor, As if to it we are strangers,  Uworthy for it to hears our prayers.  As if it is a decree of annihilation, With all cruelty and injustice from the sky, We die of hunger and cold and sickness, Very, very slowly, With all pain that crushes what remains of pride, And kills what remains of faith, and hope in its mercy, Which even withholds death from me, As if it rejoices in my torment in my suffering, And delights in the sound of my painful sighs. As if its heart is a stone, With no mercy in it, no pity, For my very, very bad state, In a life that is extremely miserable, As if it is a series of endless suffering, Wit...

#fadybouaz  I am  I am a human being, like others,   I am not a prophet, perhaps,   But a humble shadow,   A soul searching for immortality through the ether,   A heart filled with love, and a soul radiating poetry,   I am words whose echoes resonate in the eternity of time,   And poetic works that illuminate the path of life,   They will always speak about me, even after my departure.   I am the earth, I am the water, I am the air, I am the sky,   I am the planets soaring in the space of existence,   I am the sun, I am the moon, I am the stars that never fade,   I am here, I am there, I am everywhere,   I am the moment, I am the horizon, I am the renewing eternity.   I am the present, I am the future, I am the eternity.  I am the light that never disappears,   I am the trace that cannot be erased from the memory of history,   And even after my death,   People will know me everywhere and at all times,   They will remember me through my words.   I am the phoenix that rises always, never...

#fadybouaz  After a Hard Day  After a hard day, I unwind, surrendering to a tranquility that embraces me after the clamor of days. My coffee cup rains its last warmth onto my hands, whispering with an aroma that tells tales of comfort. I close my eyes, and find my soul waiting for me there, in a space of silence resembling the sky between the stars. In the stillness, I hear a voice pulsing within me, like a hidden inspiration calling me to write. I pick up the pen, and the paper becomes a new sky where my tears shimmer like rain reviving a small flower in the desert of the heart. Then, I sip the last drop of my cup, and lift my eyes towards the dark sky, inviting my heart to soar towards God. I find in the night an embrace that does not pain me, but gently carries me to a world of peace, where every ache becomes a poem pulsating with life. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Monday 21/4/2025  #fadybouaz  بعد يوم شاق  بعد يوم شاق، أسترخي، أخلُد إلى هدوءٍ يحتضنني بعد صخب الأيام، حيث يُمط...

#fadybouaz  As God Wants Me to Be As long as I live, As long as my heart beats, And my spirit breathes, As long as the inspiration of the heaven Inspires me to sing, I will continue singing. This is the will of God, This is what God wanted me to be, A bird unbound, A free poetic spirit, A heart that knows no hatred, A voice warbling with love and truth. I will never be silent, And does one inspired by the heaven fall silent? I am as God wants me to be, And as long as there is inspiration in the heaven,  I will not stop singing. I am a poetic bird With wings made by God, A creature of eternal verse, Soaring in the sky of eternity. I am the voice of the heaven,  Its words, its pen, its hymn.  I am the songs of love and goodness, Of peace and humanity. I am a human being, But my destiny is to be a poetic prophet, To continue singing, I am as God wants me to be, And I have accepted with all obedience to Him, And I am full of trust in Him Almighty. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Sunday...

#fadybouaz  One Big United Community In our troubled world, social media is my hope for building bridges of love and peace.   I use these platforms to connect with others from different cultures and to share my poetic messages that carry My principles of love, peace, and equality. My faith in God, love, honesty, respect, loyalty, trust, humility, mercy, forgiveness, sacrifice, cooperation, and peaceful coexistence always.  My belief is that we are all same in the eyes of God, whatever our religion, or origin, or language, or skin color is.  My dream is that we all live together in one big united community of diversity, in peace and love, without racism, sectarianism, or ethnic prejudice, with justice, equality, humanity, prosperity, happiness, and faith in God Almighty, always fearing Him and always content with what He has given us. Let us work together to make a difference. Social media can be the voices of global peace and bridges of love and humanity, but we must stop killing every...

#fadybouaz  Stay Far Away from Me  My dear beloved,  Don't come to me, don't get close to me, stay far away from me. I'm not telling you this because I don't love you or don't want you. You are the best thing that has ever happened in my life. I love you madly and want you to be with me always. But unfortunately, I don't deserve you. And because I want you to be happy always, I advise you with all my love for you, Stay far away from me. And don't be surprised that I'm telling you this. You don't know the whole truth about me. We look at what we see, But we are like locked boxes, We don't know the truth behind the image we see. If you knew the reality of my situation, You would hate me. You would run far away from me. You would blame love for deceiving you, And making you unable to see the truth. And you would curse it for making you love me. I am the poor old man who has no money or anything, And cannot provide you with the happy life you deserve...

#fadybouaz  Is there an end to my torment?  What can someone do who has never known the taste of happiness? who is never visited by dreams, who is never awaited by hope, who is never consoled by anyone, who is never lit by a candle in the darkness... I am the ship wrecked by the storms of fate, and drowned by the waves of sorrow, until it rests on the dark bottom of despair. My lonely thoughts guard me, and sing me songs of farewell.  I carry my coffin every night, and walk with it to my grave, as if I'm searching for warmth in the fires of hell, that I never knew in the harsh cold of life. They say hell is after death, but I tasted it alive, lived among its flames, breathed it in my solitude. I didn't hurt anyone, I was kind, helped those who let me down, and gave my heart to cruel hearts, and yet, heaven abandoned me. But I still write, I still breathe, perhaps because deep inside me, I have a hidden desire for someone to hear me, to extend a hand, to whisper to me: "Yo...

#fadybouaz  Perhaps after my death Did you know who I am? I carry a very heavy burden, I walk in the dark path of despair, The storms of cruel fate rage within me, And my only hope for salvation Is to reach my grave. The first thing that always comes to my mind, Death. So that I can rest from the continuous torment of life. So that the pain of my body, heart, and soul ends. So that I can be free from my unending suffering. So that I stop crying in sorrow, and no one hears my cries, So that I stop groaning in pain, and there is no mercy for me in my torment. I am tired of complaints that are not heard. I am tired of prayers that are not answered. I am tired of the cruelty of fate. I am tired of the absence of heaven's mercy. Come to me, O angel of death. For a very long time, I have been calling you, Come and take me on your cold bed. To the silence of the dark grave. Free my soul from my torment, In the continuous series of suffering, In a life like hell. Perhaps after my death, I ...

#fadybouaz  God is the Greatest Love God is only one, No matter the different names we call Him by, He is the Most High, the Great, who has no partners, He is the light that never fades, He is the greatest love for us all, In every time and place, Therefore, He is the Forgiving, the Merciful. And in His eyes, we are all equal, Whatever our religion, origin, language, or skin color. So let love be our interaction, And let us sow with it safety among hearts. It is the best cure for our tragedies, And the purest path to coexist in peace. When love dwells in your heart, The power of divine goodness dwells within you, And light becomes your path, And paradise your promise, Because love makes you closer to God, And it is the wings of divine goodness, With which we soar to paradise, To live in it like the angels of God, In all purity, always and forever. Fady Bouaz All rights reserved ©️ Friday 18/4/2025 #fadybouaz الله هو أعظم حب  اللهُ واحدٌ فقط،  مهما اختلفتِ الأسماءُ التي نناديهُ بها، هو ...

#fadybouaz  It was a Beginning of Life  Once, a girl from a distant place came to me. I didn't know her, except that she was a Facebook friend who read my words silently. I didn't expect her to write to me, but she did. She said, "Your words are so beautiful, you are truly talented, please don't stop writing." Then she sent me an invitation to a poetry group in English. But I am Arab, and I didn't complete my education due to the Lebanese Civil War, and my English isn't very good. I was hesitant, should I continue? Should I quit? But she messaged me again, and said words I will never forget: "Promise me you will continue, don't be afraid, you are not alone, I am with you." And I discovered that she wasn't just a reader, but a brilliant poet, from a family of poets, and the group she sent me was her own. Even more, she appointed me as an administrator in it, as if she was saying to me, "You are worthy of this place." I started wr...

#fadybouaz  Cease Your Indifference  I still remember, with all my sorrow and a flood of tears, That mother with her child in the street, Seeking refuge under a scrap of nylon from the downpouring rain, Clutching her child to her cold body, covered in tattered clothes. She gazed at the sky, bewildered and weeping bitterly, As if she is saying : There is no mercy for us on Earth, nor in Heaven. I write now, and tears stream profusely from my eyes, I write so that my words may be a scream in the face of heartlessness, Proclaiming: Where is mercy? Where is love? Where is he who calls himself a human being? Where is faith in God? Where is the fear of Him? I ask. you, in the name of wounded humanity, Which weeps the blood of its innocent children in unbearable agony: How do you pray to God when you have forgotten that we are all His creatures? How do you raise your hands in supplication, When you have forgotten that God is Love, Peace, and Goodness?  Have you not heard His exalted words: ...

#fadybouaz  The will of a poet  The will of a poet carrying his coffin.,and the conscience of the world in his heart When I write, I know that I am carrying my coffin with my pen, and that every word I write is another nail in this coffin. With every poem I publish, I nail myself on the cross of sacrifice, not out of a greed for fame, nor seeking praise, but because I have no choice but to write about this world from which humanity has bled. I carry my coffin as I carry the pain of wounded humanity. I do not cry for fear of death, but I cry the tears of the oppressed, the orphans, and the bereaved. I cry the tears of every mother, every child, every heart that has lost a loved one. I cry for happy dreams that turned into nightmares, and hopes for good that were assassinated by the evil of tyrants. I cry for a love killed by people who know no mercy, and for a peace buried by the greed of the covetous, and burned by the hatred of racism, sectarianism, and ethnicity. I cry for God and Hi...

#fadybouaz Weep, O Eye, Weep,  Does he sleep, the one who carries this pain? The one who stays awake because the world weeps, And the one who feels he must write before he departs? And I did not sleep, I wrote this because I could not remain silent, I stayed up all night writing with my tears, I feared that death would take me, Before I cried out these words: I am not only a poet, I am a witness to pain, I am a cry from a heart that knew only love, Yet, It burns every day seeing what befalls the innocent, And it no longer has anything but to say: Weep, O eye, weep, Perhaps from our tears will sprout A flower of mercy In a hardened heart. Weep, O eye, weep, Weep the tears of my heart and soul, For the world has burned, and humanity bleeds, And the innocent fall and no one cares. Weep, O eye, weep, As every mother wept for her children, Those who departed as martyrs beneath the rubble, And those who remain, hungry, naked, alone, Living in the street, their roof the sky, And the sky is si...

#fadybouaz  The Place I Don't Want To Be  The place I do not want to be, Is the hell in which we live, Where with all cruelty and without mercy, in cold blood, Man kills his brothers and sisters in humanity, Or destroys their homes and makes them their graves, Or imprisons and tortures them, Or rapes women and sells them as slaves for pleasure, Where conscience has died, and shame has vanished, And faith is hypocrisy, and prayer is a lie, And worship is following Satan, And playing his evil games Without fear of God Almighty. This is the place I do not want to be, Where I feel like a stranger, And should not be, And that I do not belong to it, And that my existence in it is a mistake, And I must leave it, And never return to it, Unless God and His angels return to it, After they abandoned it a very, very long time ago. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Wednesday 16/4/2025  #fadybouaz  المكان الذي لا أريد أن أكون فيه المكان الذي لا أريد أن أكون فيه، هو الجحيم الذي نعيش فيه، حيث بك...