faith alone

lucifer ash

epitaph

river rock

ghost of mlei7es valley

moon at noon

a hot sun deceivingly cooled by a playful breeze - the same breeze caressing baby waves onto the shore. a beautiful clear day with remains of winter whiteness surrounding the mountains across. a cloudless sky with a wizardly half moon in mid day. a moon at noon. like my love for u. defies sense. n appears magically by its own will.

ditty

if i had longer arms
i'd hold u where u be
thank god my arms r short
to keep u close to me

secretly, between the shadow and the soul

al 3amal

al 3amal hoa al fi3l bi wojoud al niya. fal fi3l al mojarrad, doun al intiqas mimma feeh min 7awlen wa quoa, taqaton mahdoura, tastadillu masaraha bi wojoud al niya. wal niya al mojarrada, doun al intiqas min qeematiha al wojdaniya, ghayaaton mo3allaqa, tata7aqqaqu bi tamam al fi3l. al niya masdaruha al irada, wal fi3l masdaruhu al 3azeema. w khayru al 3amal ma atat niyatuhu min iradati allah, w qamat bi fi3lih 3azimatu 3obbadeh.

water

"every time i drink water i feel i'm doing my body a favor."
karim

sinai magic

so much out of so little.

life the ever changing

life the ever changing. what in it remains the same but the light of his face, only shining brighter as we move closer to him.

the last word

the authority of the last word, though highly gratifying, does not come at a low price. for it weighs its bearer with finality. and haunts him with never-ending what ifs.

elements

though water n earth r the most fertile of associations, imbalances abound that render their association a possible curse. the first may drown the second, depriving of its purpose. n the second may stay the first till it is dry, robbing it of its essence. or, a situation may be, where both r strong, n they spend lifetimes in ever-failing attempts at mutual domination. the cliff of rock, though chipped, remains mighty n high, n the crashing waves, though unrelenting, can only slip back in tired fascination. but absorbed in their never-ending game, they fail to see that indeed it is this, their association that emphasises their natures, drawing passionate waves out of runaway water, n giving an otherwise raw rock softness, purpose, n the wisdom of age.

the rock & the ocean

and the rock said "but if u love me, then why do ur waves keep crashing onto me?" and the ocean replied "because it is the only thing i know to do abt u. u r high n unwavering, expressionless but for your might. u neither bend towards me nor shy back from my advances. u stop me in my course, yet u do not block me from going around u. i know not what else to do with my love for u. i know no other way to illicit ur attention than for my waves to crash onto u, that i may feel my love resonate in u."

"but do u not see that u already affect me?" the rock said. "though the force of ur love chips at my being and eats at my flesh i bear it. because i love u. because i know that i am all the more beautiful because of it, radiant under the sun, my might softened by the halo of ur rainbows. n i love u for it. why do u think i do not move in spite of the force of ur tide? do u not see that i love u? why can't we enjoy our love not in contrast but entwined?"

and the waves softened their rythm and the ocean spoke somberly, with a quieter tone, as if with a sigh, "but u r not that earth n i am not that water. for we r not sea and shore, eternally bound at our edges in a playful embrace of passion. nor, better still, r we river n bank, subtle in our love, green in its effect. this is our nature n this is the nature of our love. it cannot dwell in docility without effect. for love is only that which is of effect. and i know not what else to do with my love for u."

then the ocean offered the rock a choice, for her either to stay him, bearing the force of their love, or to bid him on his course, never to see him again. and though the rock chose, she knew she would never be happy.