…… و لكن

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موقع الثورة  مستمرة: إضغط هنا

I tried to translate this poem but I could not, how would anyone translate such pain. The story behind poem goes like this, The lady “Haja Hamaalah” has lost two sons “Salem” and “Breik” in the notorious abou Sleem’s massacre. She was waiting for their return for years while they were dead, she was told by the Ghaddafi’s Regim that [...]

… hence I am from there, I am a Libyan

I have not written here for so long that I wonder if it is worth keeping a blog. there are far too many topics to write about but lately I feel like a dry well, no matter how much it rains it stays waterless. every now and then I have a “to write list” but [...]

“It’s not God that I don’t accept, Alyosha, only I most respectfully return him the ticket.”* Is it really that bad to lie, Alyosha. Alyosha, do not look away for the blood on my hand is mine Is it really that bad to lie, Alyosha. Alyosha, are not you my brother ? “It’s not God [...]

The Lyrics in English  : I’m drunk,oh, because I think too much I’m dead, oh, because of love every evening raki, vodka and wine one loses his mind, one is ruined save me from this, oh lord please let this terrible illusion stop I’m finished,oh, because I think too much I’m tired,oh, because of love [...]

just about right ..

Julia: you know I imagine myself doing things !! Me:  right.. Julia: in the morning, in front of the mirror,while i am putting my makeup , I imagine myself screaming at it that I am sane “I AM SANE , I AM SANE, I AM SANE, I AM SANE , I AM SANE, I AM [...]