My soul..

هذه أول قصيدة أكتبها بالانجليزي..و ربما آخر قصيدة ..كتبتها البارحة عندما أحسست أني لم أتفاعل مع موقف محزن ..و شعرت أن قلبي

قد من حجر..

I know it may sound a little childish and cheesy...but ..there!

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My soul is made of plastic
My heart is made of steal..
I need a potent quickly
A potent that can heal..

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I need a secret haven

I need to run away..

From memories that will haunt me

To put my fears at bay..

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I looked around and wondered

and moved around and ponderend

There must be something wrong..

To Allah I surrendered

I felt an army strong..

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My soul is made of light

My heart is a flying dove..

The grace of Allah cured me

With his eternal love..

Arwa