Poetry

When we love each other,

there is one thing we need to remember:

Our partner is also a human being
who needs love and care.

Not only through sweet words,
but also through the way we speak
and the way we treat them.

Because love is not only about how we want to be treated,
but also about how we treat the person we love. 🤍

Dear Allah
somewhere beneath the same sky, there is a soul You have written into the pages of my destiny. Until our paths meet, protect his heart, strengthen his faith, and prepare us both for a love that brings us closer to You. Let him be the prayer I never knew how to put into words, the peace my heart has been searching for, and the hand that holds mine through every season of life. And when the time comes, let our love be more than a beautiful story in this dunya; let it be a journey that leads us back to You, together, in Jannah. Aamiin🤍

I don't curse. I am not a curser.

Foul language has never been my sword and shield, and malice has never been my armor.

I am a guide.
A companion.
A supporter.

One who possesses a quiet power—

To help you navigate the complex topography of this vast world.

To point you towards the many intricate paths that lie ahead.

To link you to your destination, so long as you so choose.

Occasionally, I blink just to let you know I'm here, and that I'm ready for you to make your next move.

Though, I must admit, I am sensitive to your focus and attention. When I feel I am being neglected, I drift off into my own world, disconnected from reality. Other times, I am overstimulated and freeze within my tracks. All you have to do is shake me vigorously to get me back again.

But just know that when I'm back, all I need is a little refresh, and we can continue on our journey to explore this world once more.

#Don'tBeACurser
#BeACursor

What a smile she has.

Not everything you miss means you can—or should—go back to it.
​There are things you simply have to keep at a distance, even if your heart pulls you toward them every single day.
​A wave of nostalgia hits you in a moment of weakness, making you remember only the sweet moments while forgetting the pain that broke your heart back then. In that moment, false hope tricks you, whispering: Maybe this time it's different... Maybe this time they'll appreciate you... Maybe you won't get hurt again.
​Yet the truth is, there are doors that, if you knock on them again, won't open to a warm embrace—they will simply reopen the exact same old wound.
​What's harder than the pain itself is when you have barely started standing back on your feet, gathering the scattered pieces of yourself, finally able to sleep without overthinking, and laughing genuinely—only for you to tear down everything you built with your own hands in a moment of reckless longing.
​And you go right back to asking yourself the same questions and living through the same pain, as if you hadn't taken a single step forward.
​Not every longing deserves to be acted upon; some forms of nostalgia must simply be buried inside us in silence.
​Doing so isn't a sign of weakness; rather, it is a way to protect what is left of you.
​Because your dignity matters more than your curiosity, and your peace of mind is more important than any temporary feeling.
​Always remember: just because you lost something and missed it doesn't mean it was good for you. Some things are at their absolute best precisely because they never came back—their greatest beauty lies in staying far away. The very thing you miss the most... is the exact thing you need to save yourself from. (Some nostalgia is a trap.)

Broken, immersed in illusions, looking for perfection in bodies adorned with empty brains
Convinced of our lies and what our eyes see
Our concern is to be better than others, and it does not matter if others are in hell.

She Was a Phantom of Delight by William Wordsworth 👻

Reading a novel in a quiet place

Ego breaks the relationship.
☠️

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Nachtflug by Schiller is my song. ⬆️
My national anthem, my Aladdin’s carpet to the throne.
Success is waking up with a smile in my face next to the queen of hearts
Her eyes wears kindness, wishing for more.

Awake my angels in the clouds , stretch them wings, it’s time to go far and beyond.
My compass is my transport, on my way to see Lady Liberty 🗽 “ Uplifted Torch ” 🔥
To represent her with Rose of Castile 🌹& to stamp my Moroccan passport.

Boarding Ibn Battuta’s sailing boat.
Crossing Rock of Gibraltar by the mediterranean ocean
Bring me my ancestors shield and let me write my poetry with Tariq ibn Ziyad sword.
No black horse, gather my camel and my sun dunes.
A black cobra protecting my soul, drinking Moroccan tea on my way to the Metropolitan Operas.
True north African to the core.
Little bit of Persian blood line & little bit of the Big Apple personality to Encore
The Atlas Mountains echoes my name, whenever my mama is praying for her miracle child to return home.
My peace and happiness are my kingdom’s treasures and gold.
The older i get the wiser & more polished my crown sits above.
Defending it from the deserters of lost souls.
Either you ready or be left behind. Adios!
The Honey Bee unicorn, keeping them streets colorful.
Carry on

T.B