السبت، 3 أبريل، 2010


Again... another day of pure pain...
A complicated mixed pain....
Old, and New...
Present, and Future...
The world is full of pain...
Full of sorrow...
Full of suffer...


Yet
We have no option but to fight...
To try as possible...
To see our souls...
Even through the broken mirror...
Till the end...
Till we either win it...maintain it...
And create our new mirror...
Or die fighting with honor...
When Allah's fate decree...
At least, we'll know what to reply when Allah asks us...

We just need...
To choose the right war track...
And be responsible...
For our health...
For every thing Allah gifted us with...
And for these precious people...
Who unconsciously may get hurt
By our broken soul...

This is why...
Leaving a destroyed dangerous city...
Is the only way...
And the only guarantee
For no more caused pain to other people...
The responsible thing...

In our war...
For a new mirror...
For a new soul...
We may lose for one moment, one day, one week, months or even for years...
But... it becomes the real lose...
When we decide
To lose all our life...
And just give up our souls...
To these broken mirror pieces...
Finding their way...
To bleed our soul till the death...

It is really...
The great lose !!