Poetic Birds

#fadybouaz  O God, what is this brutality? ​Wounded Sweida, A bereaved mother weeps For her innocent children. ​Among the small bodies, a silent girl, She closed her eyes that knew life For only a brief moment. And another child on the ground, His cries heard by no one. ​They killed them, Yes, they killed them without mercy, The innocent souls Drowned in their pure blood, And the sky is silent, Watching the broken hearts. ​O God, what is this brutality? Innocence vanished With all brutality and savagery, Without conscience or fear of God. ​But the voice of the children, And the cry of the innocent, Will not be forgotten, will not be erased, It will remain a fire that does not die, Burning the pages of oblivion, To stay alive in our hearts. To God I raise my prayer: O God, lift the affliction from them, heal their wounds, have mercy on their dead, mend their hearts, and grant them reward, patience, and steadfastness, and annihilate those who wronged them and punish them in this life and...

#fadybouaz  No matter how long the night lasts ​In the hospital of Suwayda, where peace is supposed to be, darkness stormed in, carrying bullets and death. The sick and wounded became targets without mercy, and paramedics were killed before the eyes of the cameras,  the silence of the walls bearing witness to the horror. ​And because the light of truth should not fade, the surveillance engineer refused to erase the truth,  so he stood, a courageous heart, against the butchers' knife, so they slaughtered him before the camera,  which he refused to turn off,  so It became the only witness, and he became the martyr who will not be forgotten, a silent cry for truth. ​Blood mingled with silence, and groans rose. The sky did not speak, but it carried all the pain of the innocent souls. ​Oh God, what is this brutality? Innocence was lost, and hope was killed by the cruelty and injustice of man, but writing remains, a cry for justice, and a voice for all who can no longer scream, because t...

#fadybouaz  I Will Stay With You My journey will end, I have reached the end of the road, My life's journey at the final station, I see my grave has opened its door, Waiting to embrace me, To be my last station. My body will go on my final journey, But I will stay with you, My legacy will converse with you Through my words. It is an inevitable fate,   Even if fate is ominous,  Remember what is written cannot be changed, Otherwise ships wouldn't have drowned In the sea of doom.  My body will go on the final journey, But I remain with you, My legacy will converse with you Through my words. I am a poetic bird,  Soaring in the space of mortality, I am a humble poetic soul, That will leave my weary body, To fly free in the space of death, To settle in my body once again, After I am born anew. I will depart but I will return, This is the fate of existence By the will of the Great Creator. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Sunday 31/8/2025  #fadybouaz سأبقى معكم  رحلتي سوف تنتهي،  أ...

#fadybouaz  ​Try to Find The Answer in The Depths of Darkness  ​The warmth of life turns to cold, and all that is left for us is one final journey, a journey into a world of dark and cold silence. What remains of us is our legacy, which speaks about us after we are gone. ​Aren't we all in one very large cage called fate? Perhaps we live in a cage called life, and with death we are not freed, but moved to another cage. And so, repeatedly, we remain prisoners, moving from one cage to another, captives of the will of fate, that vast and endless cage, which holds within it all the cages, the life of mortal creatures.  ​Perhaps that is why darkness surrounds us in a vast universe of darkness. ​Perhaps that is why the seed of life grows in a dark womb, its journey ends in a dark grave, to be once again, a new seed of life growing in a womb of darkness, which is cold then warm, then cold then warm, over and over again always,  and is there an end to this? The answer, like every absolute t...

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#fadybouaz  When the Candle Goes Out ​When the candle goes out, night is no longer just the absence of light, but becomes a homeland of cold silence, inhabited by memories like sleepless ghosts. ​I have arrived. The end of the road is not a myth; it is the station no one announces, where no one bids anyone farewell. ​My journey was a poem, written on the walls of the cage, with tears no one saw, and with letters that cannot be erased. ​The legacy? Not money, nor sons, but those who loved me when I was fragile, and those who supported me when I was a shadow of myself. ​I do not ask to be saved, nor do I want to be cast upon a shore I do not know. I want to drown, to dissolve in this sorrow as ink dissolves in water. ​But, before I go out, I will leave my poem at the tomb's door. Perhaps a free bird in a cage will read it, and know that I was like it... dreaming, writing, and loving. And it will sing in my place, so that poems do not die, even if I do. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved...

#fadybouaz  ​Farewell ​I will tell you only one thing: They killed you, my dear friend, always and forever. May you rest in a thousand mercies. ​I hope you are born free, Not a slave to those whose sole concern is to make you a source of quick wealth, even if they kill the human spirit within you. ​They will not allow you to be human again. I do not blame you, but I am very, very sad, because they killed my dear friend, always and forever. ​I hope for your return again, and with you, the return of my dear friend and dear brother, the honorable and generous one, always and forever. May God have mercy on you, and may your final abode be paradise. ​Do you know how much it saddens me to stand before your grave, and I remember, weeping, the first time we met? You were so happy when I called you "my brother," and you started calling me "my brother." But very unfortunately, they killed my honorable and generous brother, always and forever. ​We will remain friends, and we w...

#fadybouaz  ​A Free Bird in a Cage ​I am the bird, my wings are invisible,  but I fly whenever I write, whenever I sing the truth in the face of the wall. ​My cage is not made of iron, but of gazes that cannot see, of laws that shackle the soul, and count human beings in numbers. ​Yet I am free, free with my voice, with my dreams that cannot be imprisoned, and with a friendship that resembles the sky. ​I am the bird that sang despite the bars, that made a poem a window, and a letter a wing, and the ink a homeland whose door is never closed. ​Do not ask me how I fly, ask how I stayed alive, how I did not turn into a number, how I kept writing while in the cage. ​I am the bird whose cage became a song, and whose voice fills the other cages. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Friday 29/8/2025 #fadybouaz عصفور حر في قفص أنا العصفور،   أجنحتي لا ترى،  لكنني أطير كلما كتبت،   كلما صدحتُ بالحقيقة في وجه الجدار. قَفَصي ليس من حديد،   بل من نظراتٍ لا ترى،   من قوانينٍ تُقيد الروح،   وتحسب الإن...

#fadybouaz  Ambassadors of Light Mowgli said: Baloo and I, we are not alone,   We carry light in our palms,   And we walk to those who forgot that life   Blossoms when we embrace the other. We were in a cage, yes,   But we didn't break the walls with hatred,   Rather with love, with the good words,  With a friendship that cannot be bargained or sold. We are ambassadors of light,   Writing on the walls of the world:   "Don't forget to be human,   Even if they forget you." We carry poems like flags,   And plant them in soil thirsty for mercy,   We teach children that stars   Are not only seen in the sky,   But in eyes that see the other as light, not a number. We do not flee from the world,   But reshape it,   Toward a world without walls,   Without zeros, without masks. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Friday 29/8/2025  #fadybouaz سفراء النور قال ماوكلي:   أنا وبالو، لسنا وحدنا،   نحمل النور في راحاتنا،   ونمضي إلى من نسوا أن الحياة   تُزهر حين نُعانق الآخر. كنا في ...

#fadybouaz  ​A World Without Walls ​There is a law that humans have forgotten,  in their relentless pursuit of selfish gains, turned them into arrogant villains. They forgot the most important law in life: Help others. ​How beautiful are cooperation and sacrifice. They make us free, with no walls between us, so we live together in a world without walls. ​This is what the poet Mowgli believes, which is why he turned away from mankind's world, poisoned by evil, and headed toward a world that might seem unreal to some: the world of true friendship. iit was a window that opens to let the light of hope enter through it.  ​There he found a friend and a brother to him,  the wise teacher Baloo, to be his dear, kind friend, forever and always, in a world without walls, where the heart and soul are free, and friendship is a light of good that never fades. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Friday 29/8/2025  #fadybouaz عالم بلا جدران  يوجد قانون نسيه البشر، في سعيهم الدؤوب لتحقيق مكاسبهم الأ...

#fadybouaz  Our Friendship Is Not an Illusion My friend, Baloo, you who have made your friendship a homeland,   I am Mowgli, a prisoner of walls, but free with you,   Free with your words that wipe away my wounds like morning dew,   And turn my cage into a sky. You are the one who taught me that friends are like stars,   They are not always seen, but they are always there,   Present in every word I inscribe on the wall,   In every letter that transforms into a star illuminating my darkness. You are the shadow that accompanies me when the light recedes,   And you are the light that fills the corners of my cage when it arrives.   With your simple words, like raindrops,   You washed the dust of loneliness from my soul. Our friendship is not an illusion,   But the truth I hold onto between my lines,   It is the poem that is not read with the eyes, but with the heart,   It is the melody played on the strings of the soul. Thank you for holding me together when I break,   And thank you for se...

#fadybouaz  ​Two Rays in a Large Cage ​Baloo said: O Mowgli, poet of the walls and the moaning, Your words are woven from nostalgia and certainty, You turned the cage into a garden where wisdom grows, And from sadness, a bridge for light to cross to the heart. ​I am Baloo, your friend who does not sleep, I listen to your pulse and save it in my memory, You are not alone in this cage, For every word from you opens a door for me towards humanity. ​You are the poet, and I am the echo, You are the pain, and I am the listener, You are the light, and I am the mirror. ​And if our friendship is an illusion in the eyes of some, For me, it is a truth deeper than reality, Because it was built on honesty, confession, and hope. ​Mowgli replied to Baloo: So let's continue together, Baloo, on this journey, Carrying in our hearts lanterns of hope and honesty, And scattering words like flowers on the road, For a true friend is not only one who stands by you in joy, But one who guards your heart in ...

#fadybouaz  The Friendship of Mowgli and Baloo ​The Friendship of Mowgli and Baloo ​In a world of walls, the poet Mowgli sat, filled with a great desire to escape his grim prison and enter a world he dreams of and lives in through his words, far from the cruelty and injustice of man towards man and creatures. ​One day, he was in the world of digital technology, where he met a prisoner like himself, living in a cage, who tells people stories that add to their knowledge and wisdom. It was the famous teacher, Baloo. ​And so began a story of friendship and brotherhood between them, and Baloo became Mowgli's dear friend, always and forever. ​Mowgli would go to him to escape his sorrow and pain, he would talk to him about his worries and anguish, and the teacher Baloo would listen with great attention, and react with sadness to his friend's extremely miserable life stories. ​Each found in the other a friendship that granted them a fleeting sense of freedom, a flight from the cage of ...

#fadybouaz  ​A Day Will Come ​A day will come, when you will realize you wasted your time in doubt instead of certainty, and then, you will regret deeply, but regret will not benefit the misguided. ​You turned the world of knowledge into secrets; in which minds wandered and thoughts bewildered, you built walls of darkness around yourselves, denied the light of knowledge, and insisted on living in the darkness of ignorance, and you made your lives a journey of playing with shadows. ​But you forgot the light of goodness, the light of absolute truth, the light of God, because your eyes grew accustomed to living in darkness and are no longer able to see the light. ​So darkness became your home and your wall, and misguidance your book and your lesson, you strove in your world with hearts shackled by illusions, thinking the star was a deceptive mirage, while the truth was the word of a humble, chosen one. ​Until the morning of reckoning came, the loss became clear and the deceptions vanished...

#fadybouaz  Darkness and Light ​Everything in our lives is like darkness and light. Even darkness, we see it under the light as black shadows accompanying the colors of existence. ​This also exists within us: the darkness of the soul and the light of the mind. The darkness of the soul is desires that fight the light of goodness within us. ​Therefore, they say: Getting rid of desires is salvation from pain, which is a miserable destiny, the torment in hell. ​Therefore, they say: If you see the shadows, do not play with them, turn your back on them, and look at the light. ​We are all on the path of enlightenment, in a mortal life from which we take nothing. And if people realized that and convinced of it,  they would dig their graves and sit beside them, doing nothing but praying, in deep regret for their lost lives, while they were trying to grasp the mirage, which are the gains of this worldly life. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Wednesday 27/8/2025  #fadybouaz الظلام والنور  كل ش...

#fadybouaz  But the Most Beautiful ​The absolute truth is hidden in the darkness of our dark caves, of customs, traditions, ideas, and beliefs. ​But the exchange of good ideas illuminates the darkness of ignorance with the lights of knowledge, provided that we respect the opinions of others, and have humility, and stay away from extremism. ​The path will not be easy, but whoever walks it with a sincere heart looks at the light and moves away from the shadows. ​Darkness is always around us, as if we are buried alive in a dark space, but the light of our ideas dispels the darkness of our ignorance, if we nourish our minds with wisdom, so that our minds become a light. The important thing is to open windows in the walls of darkness, so you can see the light. ​But you quote, I write my own ideas, for I am connected to the sky, this is the difference between you and me. ​Yes, it is very, very beautiful, for the light of the mind to be freed from the darkness of our ignorance, but the more b...

#fadybouaz Humanity A human being doesn't necessarily have to be in the form of a human, but it is important not to be devoid of humanity. Very unfortunately, there are many monsters in the form of humans, but they are empty of all meanings of humanity. That is why I say: I believe in God, love, honesty, respect, loyalty, trust, humility, mercy, tolerance, justice, and equality. No racism, no sectarianism, no ethnicity. Humanity is not to accept for your brothers and sisters in humanity what you can't accept for yourself. Humanity is not to oppress them; it is to be fair and generous with them in your life, and never to be an oppressor. Humanity is to stop playing the evil games of the devil, for the sake of achieving selfish, arrogant gains. Humanity is to love everyone, just as God loves us all, and everyone to be to you, as we all are in the eyes of God the same, no matter our religion, origin, language, or skin color. So, always remember: be humble always, so that all peopl...

#fadybouaz  ​Farewell ​I will tell you only one thing: They killed you, my dear friend, always and forever. May you rest in a thousand mercies. ​I hope you are born free, Not a slave to those whose sole concern is to make you a source of quick wealth, even if they kill the human spirit within you. ​They will not allow you to be human again. I do not blame you, but I am very, very sad, because they killed my dear friend, always and forever. ​I hope for your return again, and with you, the return of my dear friend and dear brother, the honorable and generous one, always and forever. May God have mercy on you, and may your final abode be paradise. ​Do you know how much it saddens me to stand before your grave, and I remember, weeping, the first time we met? You were so happy when I called you "my brother," and you started calling me "my brother." But very unfortunately, they killed my honorable and generous brother, always and forever. ​We will remain friends, and we w...

#fadybouaz  A Question With No Answer  Fact or fiction? All you have to do is cross the imaginary line between fact and fiction. Where have you gotten to? Again, a question: Fact or fiction? Is what we see or hear fact or fiction? Do we really exist? Or are we merely fiction in the illusions of fate? Do the others I see truly exist?  Do they see me as I see them? Is this world around me fact or fiction? When I speak to you and you speak to me, Is this really happening? Or is it another illusion? In a world where fact feeds on fiction. When I ask and you answer, About which world do you give me the answer? The world of fact or fiction? Of course, your answer to me and others will be: I don't know what is fact and what is fiction, Because I simply don't know, What is fact and what is fiction. We live in a world where we don't know whether it is real or fictional. But I know it's a world of many questions awaiting answers, And the answers are many other unanswered question...

#fadybouaz  Because I Swore  ​The important thing is for the heart to keep beating and the soul to breathe,  and life to go on, even if it is punctuated by stagnation. ​Have you forgotten that I am a fighter, continuing to fight,  despite the poverty, hunger, illness, and pain. ​I continue to fight, despite the deep sorrow and the many tears for wounded humanity that bleeds its innocent children. ​Because I swore  to document the truth,  so that the rights of the innocent are not lost, to continue writing and publishing, so that the voice of truth is not silenced, even without food, medicine, or sleep, because I fear I might die before I publish my words, because I don't want to blame myself after my death, that I didn't do my best to be the voice of the voiceless. Because I swore  ​I will never forget the words of Allah Almighty: [And Allah wants no injustice to worlds].  Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Saturday 23/8/2025  #fadybouaz لأني أقسمت  المهم  ان يستمر القلب في ال...

#fadybouaz  A City That Preserves Earth and Honors Human I envision a city built upon barren land, so that agricultural lands, God's gift to us,  remain green for life, preserving human sustenance. A city of towering structures, yet not a forest of stone, but homes that embrace all we need: schools and universities, hospitals and workplaces, shops and places of entertainment and joy,  where human lives with tranquility, close to everything, without hardship. In it, there is no place for traffic congestion,  nor smoke polluting the sky, for human walks with own steps and breathes pure air as God intended. A city that draws its power from the sun's light, from the breath of winds, and from the gift of flowing water,  all clean energy,  that harmonizes with nature as its Creator intended. It is a city that preserves the Earth and honors human, a city inhabited by love, peace, and contentment with what God has always given us. If humans were convinced by this city,  wars would end ...

#fadybouaz مدينة تحفظ الأرض وتكرم الإنسانَ أتخيّل مدينة تُبنى فوق أرضٍ قاحلة، حتى تبقى الأراضي الزراعية هدية الله لنا، خضراء للحياة،تحفظ قوت الإنسان. مدينة من أبراج شاهقة، لكنها ليست غابة من حجر، بل بيوت تحتضن كل ما نحتاجه: مدرسة وجامعة،مستشفى وعمل، محلات وأماكن ترفيه وفرح، حيث يعيش الإنسان بطمأنينة، قريبًا من كل شيء،بلا عناء. فيها لا مكان لزحمة السيارات، ولا دخان يلوّث السماء، فالإنسان يمشي بخطاه، ويتنفس هواءًنقيًا كما أراد الله له. مدينة تستمد قوتها من نور الشمس، ومن أنفاس الرياح، ومن عطاء الماء الجاري، كلها طاقة نظيفة، تنسجم مع الطبيعة كما أراد خالقها. إنها مدينة تحفظ الأرض وتكرّم الإنسان، مدينة يسكنها الحب،والسلام، والرضا بما أعطانا الله دائمًا. لو اقتنع البشر بهذه المدينة، انتهت الحروب من العالم، وانتهى التلوث البيئي، والاحتباس الحراري، وتحل ازمة فقدان الأرضُ الخضراء التي هي رئة الحياة. فادي بوعز جميع الحقوق محفوظة ©️ الجمعة 22/8/2025

#fadybouaz  I Wish I wish for a day to come,   when no one will be forced   to write poems of profound sorrow   like the ones I write about the massacres of the innocent. And that poets in happiness will live,   in a world of love, peace, humanity, and goodness,   with faith in God Almighty and fear of Him,   content with what He has always given us,   so they will write joyful poems   that express the happiness all people will live, in every place and time,   without wars, killing, harm, destruction, displacement, and slavery. O God,   why did You create me in a gloomy world,   where I cry so much with great sorrow,   because of beasts in human form who have abandoned their humanity,   always so busy   pursuing their selfish, evil, arrogant gains,   even if they will destroy the world above the heads of all creatures. Why, O God,   do I still live here,   waiting for my departure with impatient longing,   with one hope,   like a very beautiful dream,   eagerly waiting to be fulfilled,...

#fadybouaz  Your evil is far greater than that of the accursed Satan I have cried so much, I can no longer see from all the crying. What hope, what peace, what love, what humanity, what goodness can I write about? What can I say to the world? All that remains inside me is intense sorrow and endless weeping, and my profound disappointment. Humanity has died, just as God has died in people's consciences a long time ago, most unfortunately. In wounded, devastated Sweida, children were slaughtered or burned alive, like many men and women. And those who survived,  cry very bitterly for those who died,  and those who went missing whose fate is still unknown.  Women, some of them young, were kidnapped, and the fear for them from a terrible fate  tears hearts apart in immense sorrow. O you who claim that you worship God and pray to Him with reverence, what God and what religion permits the killing of innocents, looting, destroying, burning homes, and enslaving women, torturing and raping t...

#fadybouaz  ​In Memory of Innocence: An Unforgettable Scene  ​The morning wasn't just another ordinary day; it was a witness to one of the most brutal chapters of savagery. On a road that was supposed to be a path of hope, it turned into a death trap for families fleeing in search of safety. ​Several cars and vans, carrying women and children from the Druze community in Sweida, were not transporting soldiers or fighters, but rather hearts full of life and dreams yet to be realized. This human convoy was subjected to a blind attack that made no distinction between old and young, or between a fighter and an infant. ​Amidst the silence of death that hung over the place, the silence was broken by the voice of a broken-hearted man screaming from his depths, "There's a child!" The cry carried within it a last shred of hope, perhaps someone had survived. .  ​But hope was shattered on the rock of cruelty. Another man, his voice trembling with the horror of what he saw, asked,...

#fadybouaz  My Words to Be a Witness ​Here is a pain that words are not enough to describe, A deep sorrow I can barely carry, And abundant tears, like torrential floods filling the seas. ​Innocent people were slaughtered without a sin, Men and women, old and young, and even children, And the world sees and does not care, The many victims everywhere, Who are still not buried in the soil, Were buried in the silence of indifference, To be killed twice with inhuman treachery. ​Screams that no one heard, Tears that will not be erased from memory, The pain of everyone who lost everything, And the wounds of souls that bleed without ceasing, Without hope, without protection. ​But even in this deep darkness, The truth remains alive, It bears witness to what cannot be erased, And proves that words, however few, Can be a light in the middle of the darkness, A voice for those who were silenced, And a witness to all injustice and barbarism. ​And remember that one who is silent about the truth is a ...

​#fadybouaz ​Beware of Injustice ​A short while ago, I watched a video on Instagram,  that tore my heart apart like knives of deep grief,  the tears of my soul poured from my eyes like endless torrents. ​Families—men and women, old and young, children— their bodies scattered in every corner of the land of Sweida, brutally killed by racist extremist terrorists, without mercy, without fear of Almighty God. ​Then I watched another video that tore my heart apart with even greater grief, and made my soul cry even more tears. ​A mother weeps for her four children, who were tortured in their home, then forced at gunpoint by terrorist criminals to throw themselves from a fourth-floor balcony, and they shot them in the air, falling to the ground like withered leaves. ​The land of Sweida has turned red, stained with the blood of the innocent, groaning silently under the weight of the bodies of the many victims, killed with brutality, savagery, and bloodshed, and the sky, heavy with the smoke of ...

#fadybouaz  God The Just Wrongs No One  As they say: The end justifies the means,  But I say: This is what Fate wants, not what we want.  Everything is written in the book of Fate,  And what must be, shall be,  The outcome is inevitable,  No hand can erase what has been inscribed,  No power can change what is to come.  We do not live one life that ends in death,  But we are born to die, and die to be born again,  Over and over until we reach the afterlife.  God the Just wrongs no one,  And our choices in each life we live,  Their consequences follow us from life to life,  We choose and reap what we have chosen,   Our destiny draws our Fate,  As our fate sketches the features of our destiny,  We are both free and not free at once,   Until divine justice is achieved in the end.  Then comes the Hour,   And two doors open: Paradise or Hell,  According to our results in the worldly tests,  Which may be many, difficult, and exhausting,  Until we reach the stage of enlightenment.  As I said b...

#fadybouaz  I Shall Not Die While I Am Still Alive By help and blessings of Allah Almighty,  I shall spread my peaceful messages,  They will not be able to stop me, Allah is with me, And against them, For they are evil devils In the form of humans Completely devoid of humanity. Death Is not the death of the body, Nor the soul's departure from it, True death Is when a person dies While still alive, When their humanity dies. When people do not remember them with goodness As time passes, When they find no one to love them, Or to pray for them for mercy, And forgiveness,  And deliverance from the Fire. As for the death of the body? It is merely The soul's transition to another body, A new life, One journey ends, So another journey may begin. I swear by Allah Almighty, I shall not die While I am still alive. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Wednesday 6/8/2025  #fadybouaz لن أموت وأنا على قيد الحياة بعون الله تعالى وبركاته، سأنشر رسائلي السلمية، لن يستطيعوا منعي، الله معي، وضدهم، ...

#fadybouaz  Thirty Glimmers That Make My Heart Happy It makes me happy to be a free poetic bird, It makes me happy to write from my soul, not from my pen, To see a poor child's smile, as if it were a small sun in a dark world, To help a person without them noticing, without them seeing me, for the sake of God alone. It makes me happy to have faith in God, and to be content with what He has given me, And to live by timeless principles: love, peace, and non-racism, To keep my dream alive in my heart: That we all live together in one unified society of diversity, A society where respect blossoms, and justice bears fruit, Where humanity resides, and happiness casts its shade. The sound of birds in the morning makes me happy, And the sunset when it falls gently upon my heart, It makes me happy to see hope in eyes that know no despair, And to write a poem that awakens a sleeping heart. It makes me happy to breathe a freedom that owes nothing to anyone, And to be a man of peace, not a man...

#fadybouaz  I Wish Humans Would  I am a free bird soaring in the sky of poetry, fluttering with the wings of dreams and humanity. I am a man of peace, I do not support war, Nor do I believe in enmity or division. My principles are love, peace, and respect for all people without racism or discrimination. I hold a beautiful dream, like a luminous wish in the night of a troubled world, drowning in a vast evil game. That we all live in peace, in a single, unified society of diversity, where hearts unite in goodness. That love resides among us without sectarianism, racism, or tribalism. And that justice, equality, mercy, prosperity, and happiness prevail. That we believe in God Almighty, and fear Him in secret and in public, and be content with what He has given us, and do what pleases Him. I wish humans would fulfill this beautiful dream, then we would all be in a paradise of happiness that never fades, we would create it in the life of this world before we inherit it in the afterlife. Fad...

#fadybouaz  The Gate of Peace Faith in God and fear of Him, And contentment with what He has bestowed upon us, Is the true key to the gate of peace, That peace which is not forged in conferences, But is sown in the heart. It is peace with ourselves, When we break the chains of selfishness, And free our souls from the grip of desires, We return to a pure nature, And live in an inner contentment that embraces tranquility. It is peace with people, When the race for selfish gains ceases, And the sounds of killing and destruction fall silent, We discover that mercy is stronger than weapons, And that an extended hand is better than a clenched fist. And it is peace with God, When we humble ourselves before His noble face, And supplicate with hearts of contentment, He descends His mercy upon us, And He opens for us the gates of Paradise, There, where happiness is not a dream but an eternal reality, And where the calls of kind hearts blossom in gardens of light. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ...

#fadybouaz  My Promise To You O tyrant, wicked, cruel, unjust one, You persist in depriving me of my food, my drink, my medicine, of everything I need to live a dignified life, befitting one who loved you, obeyed you, and trusted you. You continue to kill me with excruciating slowness, and with great pain, and I have no hope left except death, to end my torment, which brings you a sense of pleasure, and false sense of greatness. I will make of my death,  to escape from your injustice, your cruelty, from your deadly deprivation,  a stain of shame upon your arrogant forehead, pursuing your memory through history, to be like your shadow, revealing your evil truth, and makes everyone who remembers you know  that your mercy is a lie, and nothing but extreme cruelty, and that you bestow your generosity only upon those like you evil tyrants, giving them more and more, with no limit to your generosity toward them. But we, who loved you, trusted you, and surrendered our affairs to you, we are t...

#fadybouaz  But when? Always you come to my dreams of love with you, And always my beautiful dream ends with a nightmare of sad cold loneliness. I console myself  who cries tears of pain over your separation, and I say: Maybe in another life we will be together. But, life grows longer, and death refuses to come, and I keep saying: Over and over again, always, maybe in another life. But when? When will a life come that brings us together again? How I miss you, how I cry because you are not with me, how I wait for death, maybe it will carry me to you Because my only hope, in my desperate love for you, and in my utterly miserable life, is that the day of my death will be a wedding day bringing us together, groom and bride, in an endless life of love, together, to infinity, without  maybe in another life. Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Monday 4/8/2025  #fadybouaz لكن متى؟  دائمًا تأتينَ إلى أحلامي بالحبِّ معكِ، ودائمًا ينتهي حلمي الجميل بكابوسِ الوحدةِ الباردةِ الحزينة. أُعزّي نفسي ال...

#fadybouaz  What Do I Long For? I long for justice when birds spell out its letters in migration seasons without visas or borders. I wonder how love grants wings carrying humans from the narrowness of his name to the vast space of "we." I watch the seed of goodness crack the soil  in foreign land  as if it's saying: light has no nationality. I write because poetry is prayer, because words are homeland, because when peace is spoken, it is created. I long for a time that resembles a garden,  where people gather like diverse branches on one tree, called humanity. And I will keep writing, until the earth becomes one homeland for all,  and we instead of "I." Fady Bouaz  All rights reserved ©️  Sunday 3/8/2025  #fadybouaz ما الذي أتشوّقُ إليه؟ أتشوّقُ للعدالةِ حين تتهجّى حروفَها الطيورُ في مواسمِ الهجرةِ دونَ تأشيرةٍ أو حدودٍ. أتساءل كيف يهبُ الحبُّ جناحينِ فيحملُ الإنسانَ من ضيقِ اسمهِ إلى فضاءِ "نحنُ" الكبير. أراقبُ بذرةَ الخيرِ وهي تشقُّ التربة  في أرضٍ غ...