Poetic Birds

#fadybouaz  How Can I? I want to remain still,   to allow my tears to flow freely from my eyes.   I can no longer hold this immense sorrow inside me,  it chokes my heart and wounds my soul. I am a poetic bird,   singing of love, peace, humanity, and goodness always,  but very unfortunately,  the sounds of machine guns, cannons, and warplanes   have drowned out my voice and obscured it. My very, very sad words   have turned into heavy tears,   expressing a deep wound   that bleeds the blood of the innocent ones  from wounded humanity's children.  How can I now write about hope in people   who persist in their hatred,   in their racist, sectarian, evil, and arrogant crimes?   How can I, when I am so deeply disappointed in them? How can I forget what I see around me of violence, killing, harm,   and humiliation and degradation of the innocent ones,  and the theft of their belongings,   and burning or destroying their homes? What can I say to the mother   whose children were killed bef...

#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...

#fadybouaz  Have you forgotten?  Woe to you who have turned progress into a mine of wealth that can never satisfy your greed. Perish you who are like one who worships the golden calf in an age when values have been lost. Have you forgotten the boundless grace and generosity of Allah? Every blessing in your hands is a gift from the Most Gracious, Most Merciful. Your greed is nothing but clear ingratitude for countless, innumerable blessings. Have you forgotten to be content with what Allah, the Generous Provider, has bestowed upon you, and to praise Him in secret and in public as evidence of faith, trust, and obedience to Him? Instead, you follow and obey the accursed Satan, playing his malicious games for the sake of selfish, evil, and arrogant gains. Have you forgotten that we are all mortals in this world? We were born to die, and we shall depart taking nothing from it except our deeds to Allah's judgment, which will determine our eternal destiny: the bliss of Paradise or the tor...

#fadybouaz  And All I Wish For If I could host a dinner party, And fate guaranteed that everyone I invited would attend, I would invite no one but my dear beloved who departed long ago. I would invite her to have dinner with me, For I still miss her as if she left just yesterday. I would sit before her and gaze silently into her eyes, And wish with all my heart For this dinner to be My last meal in this life, And for the dessert of this dinner to be My death while I am with her, in her arms, While I see her, touch her, embrace her, To depart from this world With her being the last one I saw. And all I wish for Is that I never have any meal without her In my next life and in every life I shall live, even in paradise. For how can I live if she is not life itself, And how can it be the paradise if happiness is not in her presence? For there is no life or happiness for me without her. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Saturday 12/7/2025  #fadybouaz وكل ما أتمناه إذا بإمكاني استضافة حفل ع...

#fadybouaz  The Great Delusion The most absurd thing written about aging is that a person becomes wiser and more intelligent. What about dementia, which becomes forgetfulness and stupidity, and resembles the death of the mind? They say, "Emotions mature with age." But what's most correct is that a person becomes emotionless. The tree dies within, its roots dry up, and its branches stiffen,  and all that remains is silent weeping in the waiting for departure. A person becomes like a cold barren ruin that lost its beauty and value, and silently awaits its fall to the ground, like a leaf falling from a dead tree. What kind of maturity is this? And where is wisdom in a heart without warmth? And what kind of old age bequeaths us nothing but loneliness, an exhausted body, and eyes that hopelessly await the end? Life gives us nothing but takes everything away, leaving us as echoes of stories that time's history forgets, about the great delusion named life. Fady Bouaz  All ri...

#fadybouaz  As Age Advances As age advances,  nothing stays the same. Nothing gets better. The spring of life passes, and the yellow winds of autumn come, whispering to us of our impending departure. Then the storms of winter blow, burying the remnants of spring's  color in the dust of oblivion. As age advances,  we become like a plant abandoned by the warmth of spring, waiting for the harvest sickle, to finish its journey through the fields of life. As age advances,  we become like withered fruit, falling one by one, returning to the earth from which we emerged, silent like a life whose warmth has departed. As age advances,  we become like an old man boarding a train, on a fleeting and fleeting journey, to the final station, where the dark cold silence announces the end of the journey. But, in the bowels of the earth hide seeds that have not been forgotten,  In every fallen leaf, there is a story yet to be written,  In every train, there is a window overlooking a garden that has n...

#fadybouaz  For Your Coming I pray. In a forgotten corner of this weary world, an old man sat who owned nothing in this life,  except a heart that believed that goodness never dies, and that light, even if delayed, never fails those who wait for it. He slept on a pillow of patience, hunger covering him like a heavy blanket, but his eyes remained fixed on the sky, waiting for an angel, who would come not to give him money, but to say to him: "Rise, for the time has come for light." And when night fell upon him, he would tell himself a story about a hero of light, chosen by heaven, given invincible powers, to fight evil, and sow love in a land thirsty for peace. And every time his soul crumbled, he would whisper:  "He will come, he must come, the angel of love and peace, for he is the destiny of God,  the unfathomable absolute good, and His light erases all darkness." And he believed, that this angel didn't just reside in heaven, but in every heart that didn'...

#fadybouaz  My Face in the Picture In my prayer, A tear falls, It's not just for forgiveness, But for every hungry soul no one noticed, For every person who cried for so long unheard. In my prayer, I lift my gaze far from the earth, Because my heart is suspended in the sky, And my soul searches for its homeland there, Crying with all sorrow and pain: "Isn't it time for this stranger to return home? Isn't it time for this prisoner to be freed From the prison of torment?" This is me in the picture, With my thinning hair, With my white beard, With my pain that has become a shadow that never leaves me.  Everyone who looks at me Sees a man praying, But my Creator knows That I am searching for a home I was not born in, And for a planet that resembles the kindness of my heart, For a life that doesn't betray those who loved so much. Oh Lord, You who placed sadness on my face, Make it a light for others, Or take me to You, For my heart is weary, Yet my faith has not di...

#fadybouaz  Our Only Hope  Very unfortunately,  I live in very, very difficult life circumstances, with poverty, hunger, illness, and pain, always. And I always try to relieve myself by telling a fictional story about a very good person chosen by heaven, so it sends him its angels  to grant him superpowers to fight evildoers in a world drowning in its wickedness, to be a light of hope emerging from behind the black clouds of evil to spread the light of goodness that dispels the darkness of evil. And when I can't sleep due to my extremely miserable life circumstances, I tell it to myself silently, and then I fall asleep. A fictional story, but it's a dream like a beautiful wish that hasn't come true but it is a hope that resists the despair of those like me, who seek salvation to always live happily.  And I know that the salvation of our troubled world from the evil spread within it is in the coming of the angel of Love and Peace leading the angels to end the wicked ones and...

#fadybouaz  What I Most Feel Excited For I feel excited for the day when true peace prevails,   when hearts from every religion,   every color,   every language   embrace in a global and lasting peace. When we break the chains of hatred,   and build bridges of love over rivers of pain, when no one is excluded,   no soul is humiliated,   and no dream is killed in the name of homeland or God. I dream of a time when humanity blooms again,   when the tears of hungry, displaced children are wiped away,   and the cries of grieving mothers dry up,  and the worries of fathers who fear for their families are calmed, and the dignity of every oppressed person is restored,  and the voice of truth is heard without fear. I am a poetic bird   soaring above the ashes of wars,  and crafting wings of light from my pain, and my soul burns for a future   where no one is forced into silence about the truth,   and where humanity is not slaughtered in the name of politics or religion. That day,   what I most...

#fadybouaz  I Shall keep Sowing  I am a man of global peace, not of war,   Yet they do not want me to exist.   Still,   I will go on sowing words   In barren lands like deserts,  Flowers of love, peace, humanity, and goodness,  Slain by the thorns   Of arrogant, wicked, selfish interests. O you arrogant selfish, evildoers,   Look into the tearful eyes of children,  You will see your own reflections there:   Human beasts.   And you will see their great fear of you. It is the time to teach ourselves,   And teach those who come after us,   To stop repeating our mistakes,  To stop killing every chance for peace. And I shall always be   Like one who sows in the storm,  Not waiting for a harvest,   But to grow a path for the lost ones in silence. I shall keep sowing love against their hatred.   I shall keep sowing peace against their deadly victories in war.   I shall keep sowing humanity in the face of their painful bloody savagery.   I shall keep sowing goodness, despite their evil. I shal...

#fadybouaz  My Journey to My Death Blind I walk  through the relentless storms of fate,   along the path of my very miserable life,  carrying my coffin,   laden with pain, tears, and sorrow.   On the thorns of torment,   I complete my journey   toward my dark, cold grave,   where silent solitude awaits me,   and where the black shadow of death waits for me.   Yet I whisper to the void:   "Did I truly live?   Or was I merely dying slowly?"   And I ask, beneath the whip of fate   that delights in torturing me:   Will my torment end   with my death?   Or since you have killed my faith   through your constant injustice,  I will find another torment awaiting me?   And thus, my journey becomes   a path of your endless cruelty,   for you to enjoy   my suffering and pain.   And so I live forever,   with tears of sorrow,   drenched in despair,   having lost all hope   in your mercy.   And thus, blind,   I count the moments of pain, weeping, and grief,   in unending agony,   in a hell ...

#fadybouaz  Music for Me For me, the universe is a musical melody played by Fate,  In perfect harmony for the continuity of existence, By the will of the Great Creator, glory be to Him. We are all just notes in this cosmic symphony, Circling in a single circle,  Starting from the point of destiny and returning to it, In an unending melody. For this reason, I don't just listen to music; Rather, I listen to what lies beyond it, To what whispers to the soul, caresses the heart, And carries me on the wings of yearning  To worlds of light, love, and peace. I love music that resembles a quiet prayer, Or a lover's sigh in a moment of truth. I gravitate towards dreamy, deep melodies, That whisper to the soul before the ear, And write a poem in my heart without words. I am a humble poetic soul, And music for me, Is not a luxury, But the prayer of my heart and soul When my tongue fails to pray. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Sunday 6/7/2025  #fadybouaz الموسيقى بالنسبة لي  الكون، ب...

#fadybouaz  Alas I returned in my memory   To that beautiful day,   The day our eyes met in great love, And our souls drew closer with great longing.  We walked together toward the fields,   Beneath the sun, above the grass, Then we lay upon the earth,   As if the world had vanished,   And only we remained.   The breeze covered us,   Touched our warm skin,   And cooled the fire of longing and desire.   We were alone,   Living a pure moment of love,   Drawing with our hearts   The meaning of deep human passion.   It was a wonderful day,   One of the few happy days,   I lived it with unforgettable joy,   And it left behind   Memories of a joyful past,   With my dear beloved. Then came the sound of war,   And your laughter fell silent forever,   And birds dropped from their nests,   And the warmth of your hands vanished from mine,   As if the earth had swallowed the spring.   Alas,   I remained alone without you,   With my great love and longing for you,   And a deep feeling of sorrow, pa...

#fadybouaz  Write about me  I am a poetic bird,  I am a humble poetic soul,  Soaring in the space of creativity and excellence,  I am the voice of the voiceless,  I am the pen of heaven and earth and everything in between,  I am the prophet of poetry,  I write the whispers of angels about the revelations of heaven to me. One day I will depart, carrying my pen and my coffin, to be, across time, an unforgettable poet's story. My pen will be a torch that illuminates the paths of darkness, a light that defeats shadows that hide the absolute truth. My grave will be a shrine for wounded, lost humanity, victims of the greed of the oppressors, the wicked, the selfish, the arrogant. Write about me, I am the voice of homeless children, the tears of mothers grieving for their young, the cry of fathers fearful for their families, in a time of bloody, barbaric brutality against the innocent people of wounded humanity. Write over my grave, Here, lies a human being, who cried often the tears of t...

#fadybouaz  Come to Me Come to me  I want to be truly with you, I want to embrace you So I can feel your warmth, I want to look into your eyes And tell you I love you, I want to shower with love-kisses Every part of your body, I want every part to know How much I love it because it's from you, I want you to feel jealous Of every part of you As I shower it with love-kisses And tell it I love you, Come to me, From the depths of my being I want all of this While you are truly with me, Come to me O my distant precious dear beloved,  Come to me,  So you may know a love with me That no woman has ever known through time, Come to me, With me you will be In heaven and hell, As I roast you Over the fire of my great loving instincts for you, And devour you with great greed Like a very, very delicious warm dessert. Come to me, I want you to be truly with me, Come, come. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Thursday 3/7/2025  #fadybouaz تَعَالَيْ إلَيَّ   تَعَالَيْ إلَيَّ، أُرِيدُ أَنْ أَكُونَ ح...

#fadybouaz  How do I Express my Gratitude?  How do I express my gratitude? I express it with a sincere, kind word, With a whisper of thanks from my heart, With a loving glance, With a tear of joy on my face, I express it with a silent prayer, With a supplication for those who loved me unconditionally, And with a poem I write for noble hearts, Because for me, gratitude is not just words, It is a living pulse residing in my soul, A voice of love I send to the world, To let it know that good deeds are never forgotten. For with thanks and appreciation, blessings endure, I thank God first and foremost, Who grants me strength despite my weakness, And hope despite my sorrow. I thank life when it smiles, And I thank it even in moments of pain, Because it teaches me and refines my soul. And I thank everyone who granted me a moment of sincerity, Or a warm embrace, Or even a betrayal that brought me closer to myself. Gratitude for me is not words, But a deep feeling I live and write, In my prayer...

#fadybouaz  What am I most worried about in the future? I worry that this world will continue to lose its humanity, that we will become heartless numbers, commodities in a merciless market. I worry that people will forget the meaning of love, that childhood will die under the rubble of wars,  and motherhood will freeze in the cold of displacement, that poverty will become fate, and injustice will become a system, and truth will become a distant dream. I worry that I will leave before I publish my words,  before I cry out for the innocent, before I become a voice for the voiceless. Despite all the anxiety,  I still believe that love is stronger, and that peace is possible, and that humans in their depth, are still human.  #fadybouaz #Love_Peace_NoRacism #Iam _humble_poetic_soul Fady Bouaz All rights reserved ©️  Tuesday 1/7/2025  #fadybouaz ما أكثر شيء أشعر بالقلق تجاهه في المستقبل؟ أقلق من أن يستمر هذا العالم في فقدان إنسانيته, أن نصبح أرقامًا بلا قلوب، وسلعًا في سوق بلا رحمة. أقلق من...

#fadybouaz  I am afraid  I am afraid,   The big problem is that  Our humanity is asleep, dreaming That God's angels Will come and save us On a distant day   At an unknown time,   With many wishes  That good will prevail At the end of the war  After many defeats for good In many battles with evil.  But now, very unfortunately، The great Lord is on an open vacation   That has not ended for a long time In a distant place, The tears of our suffering cannot be seen,   The screams of our pain cannot be heard,   The righteous are alone  Humiliated and disappointed,   Without help to support them  In a long suffering We call it our life,   I am afraid. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Tuesday 1/7/2025  #fadybouaz أنا خائف  أنا خائف، المشكلة الكبيرة أن إنسانيتنا نائمة، تحلم أن ملائكة الله ستأتي لإنقاذنا في يوم بعيد في وقت غير معروف،  مع الكثير من الأمنيات أن يسود الخير في نهاية الحرب بعد العديد من الهزائم من أجل الخير في العديد من المعارك مع الشر.  ولكن الآن، للأسف الشديد،  الرب العظيم ف...