Poetic Birds

#fadybouaz  Simply, I am Human I am a humble poetic soul, Not measured by appearance, but by the love I plant in hearts, A wounded bird, yet still singing above the ruins, Features don't matter to me, nor the shape of voice, What I offer you is my heart, as it is, without masks.  You cannot see me? Perhaps, But you can See my sincerity in my words, Feel the warmth of my spirit in the tone of my hope,  Hear my silence when letters fail, And accompany me in my exile, even from afar. Simply: I am human seeking humanity, A voice of peace in a time of screaming, A brother to all who believed in love, And a friend to all who fell and found no hand to hold them. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Thursday 31/7/2025  #fadybouaz ببساطة، أنا إنسان أنا روحٌ شعرية متواضعة، لا تُقاس بالمظهر، بل بما أزرعه من حبٍّ في القلوب، طائرٌ جريح، لكنه ما زال يُغنّي فوق الخراب، لا تهمّني الملامح، ولا شكل الصوت، فما أقدّمه لك هو قلبي، كما هو، بلا أقنعة. لا تستطيع رؤيتي؟ ربما، لكن يمكنك أن ترى صدقي في كلماتي...

#fadybouaz ببساطة، أنا إنسان أنا روحٌ شعرية متواضعة، لا تُقاس بالمظهر، بل بما أزرعه من حبٍّ في القلوب، طائرٌ جريح، لكنه ما زال يُغنّي فوق الخراب، لا تهمّني الملامح، ولا شكل الصوت، فما أقدّمه لك هو قلبي، كما هو، بلا أقنعة. لا تستطيع رؤيتي؟ ربما، لكن يمكنك أن ترى صدقي في كلماتي، أن تشعر بحرارة روحي في نبرة رجائي، أن تسمع صمتي حين تعجز الحروف، وأن ترافقني في غربتي ولو من بعيد. ببساطة: أنا إنسان يبحث عن الإنسان، صوت سلام في زمن الصراخ، أخٌ لكل من آمن بالحب، وصديق لكل من سقط ولم يجد يداً تُمسكه. فادي بوعز جميع الحقوق محفوظة ©️ الخميس 31/7/2025

#fadybouaz  The Only Hope Life is a blessing from God, But it is nothing more than a brief passage. It carries us through cycles of perishing and renewal, Death, then resurrection, Then another death, then resurrection anew, Until existence ends, And we are asked about what we put forth and what we delayed. The question remains at the end of the journey: Who is the victor? And who is the loser? In the game of life, there is no true victor, For everyone is departing, And everyone leaves behind what they gathered. No wealth remains, No status endures, No body is immortalized. But, One thing remains that we take with us: Our deeds. They alone determine the ending, Either eternal bliss in Paradise, Or torment in Hell. *"And those who believed and did righteous deeds - those are the companions of Paradise; they will abide therein eternally."* That is our only hope, To be among the winners in the Hereafter, Not among the losers who disbelieved and disobeyed God For the sake of what...

#fadybouaz    I Want   My poetic words come as an answer to my confused thoughts   About the truth that remains hidden,   About the truth of my feelings toward everything we know and believe.   We believe what we don't know is true or false,   We have faith in what we don't know,   And we live in a world like a dark cave.   People live within it, with shadows of truth,   As if it is a big prison, from which exiting is forbidden.   And those who try to exit are called: rebels, infidels.   I am a poet, a rebel against ignorance,   An infidel in its darkness.   I am a poetic bird, soaring in the sky of freedom,   Between the sun and the stars.   I want to see the truth as it is.   I want to know what I don't know,   Searching for the hidden truth.   I am a humble poetic soul,   Imprisoned in the caves of our societies,   By customs, traditions, ideas, and beliefs.   I want freedom,   I want the sun of knowledge,   I want the truth.   I want to be a message of love and peace,  ...

#fadybouaz  The Pen of The Sky  They called me: The pen of the sky,  Writing with light, accompanied by hope,   Recording with patience the fate of oppression,   And planting in the heart the seeds of patience with affliction.  *"Indeed, the patient will be given their reward without measure"*   For every story is a path of testing,   And the patience of hearts is the greatest examination. *"And We did not wrong them, but they were wronging themselves"*   The oppressors, though their tyranny may last long,   Are sinful in the book of Allah. *"For the wrongdoers there will be no devoted friend and no intercessor [who is] obeyed"*   They have no beloved or relative to benefit or intercede,   They have angered Allah, and their destiny is Hell.  *"So whoever does an atom's weight of good will see it, and whoever does an atom's weight of evil will see it"*   Thus is justice, a noble promise,   That comes even after a long while. *"Indeed,...

#fadybouaz  Be Patient O you who carry in your heart the candle of faith,   Always remember that this world is a shadow that does not last,   And injustice is darkness that will fade away,   With the sunrise of truth,   And the light of justice will spread. Allah, your Lord, does not leave you for a moment,   Nor does His eye neglect a tear of the oppressed,   Every delay is wisdom, and every trial is mercy,   Be patient, for patience is the key to all relief. Evil may raise its banner high,   Declaring that it has triumphed,   But the plots of the oppressors are a mirage,   And their mirage will vanish in the wind of goodness. So when you see injustice blackened like the night,   And the mind is confused asking "Why?",   Remember the saying of Allah Almighty:   And never think that Allah is unaware of what the wrongdoers do. He only delays them for a Day when eyes will stare [in horror].  And remember that victory comes with patience,   And that relief comes with distress,  ...

#fadybouaz  This is Who I Am I am a non-racist, universal, Arab poet from Lebanon. I am a free poetic bird, I am a humble poetic soul soaring in the space of creativity, searching for the hidden absolute truth, under the light of the sun of knowledge. My principles are: Love, Peace, Anti-Racism, Justice, Equality, Humanity, Prosperity, and Happiness for all of us together, all around the world. I believe in God, Love, Honesty, Respect, Loyalty, Trust, Humility, Mercy, Forgiveness, Sacrifice, and Cooperation. My conviction is that we are all equal in God's eyes, whatever our religion, origin, language, or skin color.  My dream is for us all to live together in one unified society of diversity, In peace and love, without racism, sectarianism, or discrimination, With justice, equality, humanity, prosperity, and happiness, And faith in Almighty God, fearing Him, and always being content with what He has given us. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Monday 28/7/2025  #fadybouaz  هذا من ...

#fadybouaz  I Rode the Winged Archaeopteryx In an eternal dream of stars and clouds, I rode a flying dinosaur, the winged Archaeopteryx, its wings splitting time, its voice roaring like the last thunder. I soared with it in the sky, above the world of humans, above war, death, harm, and destruction. I laughed at the shackles of gravity, I mocked the laws of the earth, I, the new wingless bird, and the human who tamed the extinct beast. But, when hunger bit me, I looked at the nest there, beneath its wings, eggs radiating the warmth of life. I said to myself, "As long as the dream is mine, there's no harm in a delicious meal."  So I ate the eggs, and when one of them suddenly hatched, I caught the little one, and roasted it over the fire of a meteor that had fallen from a passing star. Then I completed the journey, with wings of freedom, and a heart that could never be satisfied with imagination. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Sunday 27/7/2025  #fadybouaz امتطيتُ أركي...

#fadybouaz  Remember, And Never Forget Yes, Evil is a summer cloud that casts shadow for a moment, then dissipates, But Allah Almighty is the light of goodness that never fades.  Everything is transient, except His noble face, Every power falls, except His just rule, Every darkness is unveiled at the first glimpse of His light. Remember this always, and never forget it: "All that is on earth will perish, but will abide the face of your Lord, full of majesty and honor." A reminder for your pure heart, When you see injustice recurring, remember that Allah gives respite but never neglects, And when it seems to you that evil has triumphed, Know that the story has not yet reached its end.  For no matter how many battles evil wins,  Good will win the war, Because Allah Almighty is the absolute goodness, And His promise is never broken, and your patience is never wasted And remember His words, the Almighty : "And be patient, indeed Allah is with the patient."  "Indeed...

#fadybouaz  Justice is the Fate of the Oppressed O you new oppressors, You who wear the masks of the age, And tap on luminous screens, As if mercy were an app to be downloaded, Then you close it during peak hours. Your Nimrod today is not one man, But a system that spawns from the womb of darkness, Every time a face is toppled, Other faces sprout, Like cancer, if one branch is cut, two grow. But do not think that evil is eternal, For justice is the fate of the oppressed, And this is God's will, The light of good will dispel the darkness, No matter how tyrannical its gloom, For even the deepest shadows, Weaken before a flicker of good light. In every dark fortress, Dawn cleaves the wall of darkness, And in every tear shed, A seed of revolution that does not die. Evil is not fate, But rather a test that shows who we are: Shall we be lost in the darkness, Or like the light that penetrates it? Justice is not assassinated, Because it is not a person, But it is the dawn that cannot be pr...

#fadybouaz  Justice Cannot Be Assassinated Oh, you who have defiled the face of days with the cry of tragedy, You, the butcher disguised in the cloak of salvation, You carry an olive branch in one hand, And in the other, a sword awaiting the necks of purity. You preach in the name of peace, Yet your shadow stretches from fire, And you speak imitating the prophets, But you are a wicked devil,  And your evil is very, very great,  And your echo is the shriek of a chasm warning of destruction. Do you think God is unaware,  And that the pure souls who lifted their eyes to the sky, Their groans will not be answered? Have you not read God's promise to the oppressed, When He said: "We shall record what they have put forth and their traces and all things We have enumerated in a clear register." Oh, you who are deluded by fleeting power, come to show you The graveyard where Nimrod's name was carved, And that desert where Pharaoh's corpse was buried, They too thought immorta...

#fadybouaz  We don't want revenge, but justice. We don't want revenge, for we are not knives wielding grudges, nor shadows imitating hell. We are the wounds of the honest ones,  carrying a pain unlike hatred, lighting from our tears lanterns of longing for a world where innocence is not shackled, and where murderers are not rewarded with pulpits. We are the ones who ate dust in the refugee camps, wept at the closed doors of hospitals, slept on the sidewalks of exile, and still have good faith in the sky. We don't want a fire to swallow them, but rather a light to reveal their true nature, and a voice to say: This one is unjust, and this one is innocent. We don't pray that they will fall into their pits, but that people will be saved from them, that God will extinguish strife before it is born, that children will return to their homes, not to their graves. We do not seek revenge, for revenge does not restore a mother to her son, nor revive a dead conscience. But we seek ...

#fadybouaz  Never Think that Allah is Unaware  O Butcher, shadow of blood on the walls of memory, You inscribe your history with the color of wounds, Pages unerasable by regret, unwashed by water. O Beast, thirsting for devastation, Do you think God is unmindful of the innocent's bleeding? Have you not read the verse that answers your injustice with majestic silence? "And never think that Allah is unaware of what the wrongdoers do. He only delays them for a Day when eyes will stare [in horror]  And hearts will tremble before bodies." You race Satan to hell, And bear arrogance as a cup filled with fire. Have you forgotten that arrogance is the root of all evils? And that whoever competes with Allah in omnipotence is doomed to perish? From Nimrod to Pharaoh, to today's tyrant, The same story, the same fate. A screaming violent wind, birds of Ababil, And a Lord who never forgets the prayers of the weak ones.  O Assassin, O Arrogant one, Beware! For the sky does not stay ...

#fadybouaz  A Disguised Devil  He came to us from afar, a devil disguised as an angel. They said: He carries an olive branch in his hand, but he is hiding a drawn sword, and in his eyes there is a stillness  like the calm before the storms,  and behind his gaze lay a suspicious cunning foretelling of imminent evil, bringing with it death, harm, humiliation, and destruction. They said: He speaks the language of peace as if he were a new prophet, saying: "I am one of you and I love you," but his words drip with lies, and his hands is stained with the blood of the Innocents,  that he shed without shame or fear of God. His smile is cunning, showing the fangs of a wolf thirsting for bloodshed.  He disguised himself in shepherd robe,  with a sword in his hand, and in his heart there is a fire of destruction, wanting to repaint life with the color of ash. But he forgot that souls know their killer, and from beneath the soil will condemn him, even if he hides in the innocence robe.  ...

#fadybouaz  Without Feelings Perhaps some of us, and they are, unfortunately, many, are like robots without a pulse or thought. They see the blood of innocents bleeding from the body of humanity, and they remain silent, as if they are without feelings.  They pass among the corpses without being affected, as if death is an ordinary sight that stirs nothing within them.  Mercy has died within them, and their eyes have gone blind, as if they are dead while they are still alive. The innocents cry out of hunger, they die with agonizing slowness,  they moan in corners without food or even a piece of bread, they collapse onto the rubble, and the roof of their shelter is the sky, but the hearts of those who are like robots don't beat with love and tenderness.  Have their souls died? Have their consciences departed? Has their voice of truth vanished?  So they remain silent,  as if silence is an act of honor for those who claim to be human, but they are not. I am not a prophet, nor do I poss...

#fadybouaz  Death of Hope Smoke of Battles Black clouds, obscuring the light of the sky, carrying the smell of death that is spreading everywhere. Genocidal crimes against the innocent ones, men, women, children, the elderly. Committed against them, savage, barbaric, wild, bloody crimes, against God, against humanity, against goodness. Oh, the horror of the tragedy. Bodies piled up in the streets, in homes, in hospitals that have ceased to function and became mass graves, testifying to the massacres that were committed without shame or fear of God. Oh, the great shame. The world sees, but unfortunately, it is silent, as if it is empty of feelings. A thousand mercies upon conscience, upon faith, upon humanity, upon goodness, and upon peace. In a world ruled by evil politicians, executioners, monsters with human heads, their consciences justify massacres for the sake of achieving their selfish, arrogant gains,  And those who die,  Just numbers in their selfish, satanic game. Where is God...

#fadybouaz  The Inability of Tears I desire nothing but to weep, Yet I am incapable even of this! For tears emerge like a child born without a cry, Seeking refuge in a sorrowful mother's embrace, Then vanishing as if a fleeting journey To the world of silence. Oh, my sorrow, How many times have I closed the door behind me, And screamed within myself: "Leave me alone" But you come as an unwelcome guest, Sitting beside me, Breathing my air, And dwelling within me as if you own me. Oh, my weeping, You are the only freedom left to me, So why do you leave me to write words Like the sorrowful one who tries to draw roses With the ink of pain? Oh, my helplessness, You are the chain, But my chains have become a part of me, So how can I complain to you? Oh, silence, If only you knew how much I need you, You would come and carry some of this burden, But you come as a blind witness, Nodding your head, Then departing, As if you don't want me to remain a mute witness. To be a voice...

#fadybouaz  Corpses of the Innocents in the Streets I have no desire for anything,   not even food or drink,   I have no desire except to cry,   that I cannot stop. The sounds of machine guns and cannons   warn of an approaching death,   spreading everywhere,   nowhere to hide,   death sees everyone. The streets are crowded with ruin,   which has become graves   for bodies of innocents   who were once alive. Nameless corpses,   wounds bleeding silently,   so tragically,   blood has become a familiar sight,   and death a number   in a news report   no one reads. Politicians count the dead,   as if tallying points   in a bloody game,   victims are zeros   in the equation of tyranny,   and their bodies are pawns sacrificed   in endless barbaric games. Where is history?   History is being written now,   but it is written with shame,   stitched by executioners   into the skin of victims.   And the earth remembers,   even if stone shatters and breaks. Why all this evil?   Because this land i...

#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...