Muslims in Australia

It just baffles me why so many decent, educated, successful females are struggling to find their man. Men really don’t act like men anymore. There is no art to courtship, no romantic gestures, no leadership, ambition etc…instead men with only birth certificates as their only credential will complain about why you didn’t message first …🫠🫠🫠 we are in hell

The Incomplete Man.. An Insatiable Hunger

They look at me and see a man of forty; solid, unshakable, a machine of bone and muscle polished by the relentless grind of work. They see my calloused palms, my skin weathered by toil, and the lines of exhaustion etched into my face, and they think they know the man. But they are blind. They do not see the void in my chest that screams for the touch of a woman who understands that this strength of mine is nothing but a prison.
I am a poet in a world of concrete, a man carrying a furnace of repressed passion within me that literally consumes my insides. I am tired of cold sheets, and tired of the silence that rings in my ears like a funeral bell. I am not looking for a meek and shy love; I am looking for a 'collision.' I want a woman whose soul is as fierce as the life I have carved out with my own hands, a woman who is not afraid to taste the salt of my sweat and the depth of my melancholy. I want someone who will run her fingers over the scars on my hands and realize they are not just traces of labor, but the topography of a man who fought to stay alive... for her.
My bed is a desert, my heart is an inferno of flames, and my life is a manuscript written in blood and sweat, awaiting the breathless final chapter. I want a love that is violent in its tenderness, a love that leaves both of us shattered, trembling, and completely, desperately spent. The time for 'waiting' is over. I am now demanding a miracle. I am a man who conquered the world only to find that, without you, he is nothing but a handful of dust. Are you the woman brave enough to step with me into the heart of this fire? Because I am no longer asking for a 'partner'... I am now hunting for the soul who will end this absurdity and complete me.

By: M. Zidan

gentlemen, my mum goes through your profiles with me. pls put a shirt on. can’t believe i need to say that.

*Album: Beyond the Realm of Time

1. The Echo of Our First Encounter

I remember the silence before the storm,
The way the world held its breath when you arrived,
A sudden heat, a change in the air so warm,
The moment my lonely spirit finally thrived.
We were two travelers on a bridge of glass,
Watching the constellations shift their place,
I knew as the seconds and hours would pass,
I’d lose my way in the map of your face.
It wasn't a choice, it was gravity’s pull,
A tether that tightened with every soft word,
My heart became heavy, my spirit was full,
The sweetest confession that I ever heard.
We walked through the gardens of ink and of light,
Ignoring the clocks on the walls of the day,
I swore I would hold you through every long night,
And never let moments of us slip away.

2. The Architecture of Your Soul

I’ve studied the blueprints of how you are made,
The kindness that rests in the curve of your smile,
The way you stand firm when the colors all fade,
And walk with me through every jagged-edge mile.
I’m building a fortress of all that we share,
With stones made of secrets and mortar of trust,
A place where the burdens of life disappear,
And diamonds are born from the ashes and dust.
Each pillar is memory, each ceiling is grace,
The windows are wide to the stars up above,
There’s no other kingdom or sovereign place,
I’d rather inhabit than this home of love.
I’m carving our names in the heart of the wood,
So long after we have returned to the earth,
The story of us will be understood,
As something of infinite, heavenly worth.

3. A Symphony of Two Hearts

Our breathing is music, a slow, steady hum,
A rhythm that echoes the beat of the sea,
I don’t know what moments are yet to come,
But I know that you’re where I’m longing to be.
The world plays its chaos, a discordant sound,
But we find our center in whispers and sighs,
The purest of harmonies that I have found,
Is reflected right here in the depth of your eyes.
The violins weep when the evening is long,
The cellos are deep like the secrets we keep,
But together we are the most beautiful song,
That rises from silence, courageous and deep.
So let the conductors of life wave their hands,
And demand that we follow their tempo and pace,
We’ll create our own rhythm, our own golden sands,
And dance in the beauty of this sacred space.

4. Written in the Constellations

The stars didn’t scatter by chance in the black,
They traced out your profile, a sign in the dome,
I knew if I followed the light of your track,
I’d finally find my way back to a home.
It’s cosmic, this pull, it’s a fire that burns,
Long before atoms were forged in the heat,
In every lifetime, the universe turns,
Until our two spirits again have to meet.
I loved you in ages when oceans were dry,
I’ll love you in futures where light turns to cold,
Under the gaze of the infinite sky,
Our story is ancient, yet constantly bold.
So let the galaxies drift and collide,
Let nebulae shimmer and fade into gray,
I’m anchored to you, with you by my side,
Through the end of the night and the birth of the day.

5. The Sanctuary of Midnight

When the clock strikes the hour of deep, quiet rest,
And the shadows are long and the whispers are low,
I find my true home in the warmth of your chest,
Watching the embers begin their soft glow.
The world is a frenzy of rushing and pride,
But here in the dark, there is only the truth,
With you as my shelter, my guide, and my bride,
Reflecting the beauty of timeless, sweet youth.
I kiss every scar, every line, every fear,
And promise that you are the one I will keep,
As long as I’m breathing and you are still here,
We’ll find all our answers in slumber and sleep.
No shadow can enter, no sorrow can creep,
Through the walls of the love that we’ve built in the dark,
We are the promise, the vow that we keep,
The keepers of flame, and the makers of spark.

6. The Map of Every Touch

I’ve learned the geography, curve, and the slope,
The way that your shoulder responds to my hand,
A map that is written in longing and hope,
The most precious treasure in all of the land.
Every fingerprint left is a vow that I made,
To cherish the vessel that carries your soul,
A debt of devotion that’s easily paid,
By making the fractured parts of me whole.
The friction of skin is a language so vast,
More eloquent far than the words that we speak,
I’m holding you tight as the shadows are cast,
Finding the strength in the parts that were weak.
I trace every secret, I memorize grace,
I worship the temple you carry within,
There is no holy or sacred-er place,
Than right here where you end and I should begin.

7. Beyond the Horizon of Tears

I’ve wiped all your sorrows, I’ve tasted your grief,
I’ve walked through the valley of shadow and doubt,
But you were the autumn, the gold-colored leaf,
That gave me the reason to figure it out.
Even when oceans have swallowed the light,
And hope is a whisper that’s lost in the gale,
I’ll stand as your beacon throughout the long night,
And fill up your heart like the wind fills a sail.
Our love isn’t fragile, it isn't a glass,
That shatters the moment the world gives a shake,
It’s metal, it’s iron, it’s mountains of brass,
It’s the vow that we made, and the vow we won't break.
So cry if you must, let the river flow free,
I’ll catch every drop in the cup of my care,
For you are the ocean and I am the sea,
And we’ll always find one another in there.

8. The Final Waltz of Eternity*

The music is fading, the ballroom is vast,
But we are the only two left in the light,
The shadows of all that occurred in the past,
Are dissolved in the glow of this infinite night.
I don't fear the silence, I don't fear the end,
For you are the finish, the start, and the core,
My partner, my lover, my beautiful friend,
I’ll love you until we don’t need any more.
We spin through the ages, we drift through the years,
Closer than skin, and closer than bone,
I’ve washed away all of your doubts and your fears,
And left us in peace, on a heavenly throne.
So take my hand, darling, and lean on my heart,
The curtains are closing, the journey is done,
We were never two, we were never apart,
We are the pulse, the moon, and the sun.

By: M.zidan