.. Enough of their worries.. Written by the poet.. Mansour Abu Abdullah.. كفايه هم.. بقلم الشاعر. منصور أبو عبد الله.

كفايه هم 

بقلمى منصور أبو عبدالله 

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لسه فيك ملامح حياه بعد الدنيا ما باعتك 

لساك عاوز تعيش فيها تانى بعد ما عدى عمرك 

فاضلك ايه تانى فيها بعد ما باعك اللى من دمك 

فوق يا انا دا انت من كتر الهم بالعافيه غاكر اسمك 

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بطبطب على نفسك علشان تمشى أيامك 

شلت كل الناس ومحدش فى وجعك شالك 

ولما رقدت على فرشتك محدش جه يوم وزارك 

وبتقاوح موج عالى فى بحر غويط ناوى على غراقك

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فاكر نفسك فارس وخيال فوق بقى من الخيال 

حسبت الدنيا تمشى بالطيبه  وهى محسوبه بالمال

وكل غجة سكين بجيلك من القريب ودمك سال 

طب كيف الصبر عاوزه يداوى حال الدنيا اللى مال 

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طول عمرك فاكر نفسك على الكل ليك تمن وغالى 

اتاريك متسواش فى القلوب غير ماضى وبالى 

محدش رحمك لما برك تاه وموج الهم عليك عالى 

فوق بقى ومتحسبشى نفسك عند حد عزيز وغالى 

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اه يا هم صحبتك معاى زادت وعمرها طال 

وانا اللى شلت حمول تقيله متشلهاش جبال 

لا عمرى من حملى كليت ولا كتفى من الشيل مال 

وبقول مهما الحمل زاد يارب بدل بفضلك الاحوال 

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بقلمى منصور أبو عبدالله 

كفايه هم

Enough is enough. Written by Mansour Abu Abdullah ******************** You still have the features of a life after the world has not sold you. You still want to live in it again after your life has passed. What else is there for you after it sold you? What is from your blood above, oh Anna, you are from so much concern for good health, I hate your name ******************** You are stroking yourself so that you can pass your days, all people are paralyzed, and no one is in your pain, and when you lay down on me No one came to visit you on the day they visited you, and high waves in a deep sea were about to drown you ********************* You think of yourself as a knight and imagination beyond the rest of imagination. I thought the world was going on with goodness and it was counted on money. And every stab of a knife in your generation from the near and your blood flowed Well, how can patience heal the condition of the world that is money ********************* All your life, remember yourself for all that you have, I wish you well and dearly, I will see you, do not neglect in Hearts are not in the past, and to my mind, no one has mercy on you when you are lost, and the waves of worry over you are higher than ever, and do not think that you are with someone dear and precious ********************* Oh, they are your companionship with me has increased and its life has been long. And I am the one who carried a heavy burden, let it not be lifted by mountains. Neither my life has been exhausted from my burden, nor my shoulders from carrying money, and I say, no matter how much the load increases, O Lord, change the conditions with your grace ********************** Written by Mansour Abu Abdullah, enough of them 

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..And we met.. Written by Ambassador Dr. Magdy Mohamed Ahmed Al-Sheikh..

والتقينا.. بقلم السفير الدكتور. مجدي محمد احمد الشيخ.. 

❤️ والتقينا ٠٠٠ ❤️ 

والتقينا ٠٠ كان اللقاء المستحيل 

                               لقاء ٠٠ حمل كل شعور مضطرب 

مر علينا  جفاف الزمان  الطويل 

                              لم  نذكر  من منا بقي ومن هرب 

كل ما جاء بخاطري ماض جميل 

                              كلما  طردته  بعيداً عاد  واقترب

تسائلنا هل كان هذا الحل البديل 

                             بعيداً عن المشاجرات كنا نحترب 

بعدما كان فراقنا  شيئاً مستحيل 

                                قد تعلمنا  بعده  صنوف  الأدب 

لمست يداي بساعدها بدا هزيل 

                                ترى ما الذي حدث ومن السبب 

كأنها نسيت أنها من قرر الرحيل 

                              وأني وافقت على القرار  العجب 

لم نهتم  من القاتل  ومن القتيل 

                              ما دام قرارها ٠٠ ٠حقق لها الآرب

 أخبرتها أنني بفراقها صرت عليل

                           استمعت لحديثي كأنه لحن الطرب 

استعدت  الوعي بعد  وقت  قليل 

                          استعدت ذهني بعدما كان قد ذهب

                           ❤️ والتقينا ٠٠٠ ❤️

🌹 السفير دكتور مجدى محمد أحمد 🌹 الشيخ مجدي 🌹 

 ❤️❤️❤️ الثالث من شهر أغسطس ❤️2024 ❤️❤️

And we met 000 and we met 00. The impossible meeting was a meeting of 00. It carried every turbulent feeling that passed through us. The dryness of a long time. We did not remember which of us stayed and who ran away. Everything that came to my mind was a beautiful past. Whenever I pushed it away, it came back and got closer. We wondered if this was an alternative solution away from quarrels. We were fighting after our separation. Something impossible, after which we learned the types of politeness. She touched my hand with her forearm. She looked weak. You see what happened and the reason. It was as if she forgot that she was the one who decided to leave and that I agreed to the strange decision. We did not care who was the murderer or who was killed as long as it was her decision. 000 fulfilled her desire. I told her that by leaving her I had become ill. She listened to my conversation as if it were Melody of Tarab I regained consciousness after a short time. I regained my mind after he had gone and we met 000 Ambassador Dr. Magdy Mohamed Ahmed Sheikh Magdy the third of August 2024 

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🇹🇳.. Sea lover.. by the poet. Abdel Razzaq Shaidat Tunisia.. عاشق البحر للشاعر. عبد الرزاق شيدت. 🇹🇳تونس..

عاشق البحر 

لأن البحر جزء من كياني 

وفاتن مهجتي وهوى زماني 

أبثه في المسا أحلام قلبي 

فيؤويني لأحضان الحنان 

وأنشده الهوى فيصيغ سمعا 

لما يشدوه عن قلبي لساني

ويسعمعني ببحري الموج أشدو 

لشمس مساؤه  عذب الأغاني

فيعبر خطوه حولي نسيما 

يردده همسه كلم الزمان 

ملاحم من نشيد البحر تتلو 

على سمع الورى درر المعاني

فأسرج للرحيل مطي حلمي 

وأطلق للمنى قيد الأماني 

والبس حله الماضي لحلم 

بكون مفعم بسنا الحنان 

ففي بين الحسان عروس بحر  

يضوع بحسنها سحر الغوان

هي الحلم الذي يرجوه قلبي 

وأشواقي وحبي وامتناني

فيهتف لي صدى صوت ينادي 

الا يا ناشدا منا التدان

اقم في البحر حتى الفجر وآشهد 

بفجرك طلعة النور المزان

الشاعر عبد الرزاق شيدت   تونس

A lover of the sea, because the sea is part of my being and the charm of my joy and the passion of my time I broadcast in the evening the dreams of my heart, so it shelters me in the arms of tenderness, and I sing to it passion, so it forms a hearing for what they draw from my heart, my tongue, and it hears me in my sea of ​​waves, I sing to the sun, its evening is sweet with songs, so it crosses a step around me, a breeze repeats it in its whisper, the words of time, epics from the anthem of the sea recited to... Hearing the pearls of meaning, I saddle up for departure, ride my dream, release the chain of wishes to the dream, and wear its past garment, for a dream of a universe filled with the tenderness of tenderness. Among the beautiful is a mermaid whose beauty shines with the magic of beauty. She is the dream that my heart, my longings, my love, and my gratitude are hoping for. Then an echo of a voice calls out to me, calling out to me, oh one of us who seeks reconciliation. Stay in the sea. Until dawn, and I bear witness to your dawn, the rising of the light, the mezan, the poet Abdel Razzaq, built by Tunisia 

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.. Under the ivy tree.. Written by. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi.. تحت شجرة اللبلاب بقلم. هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى..

تحت شجرة اللبلاب

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ساد بيننا هجر وفراق

بعد ان كان حبنا هادئ وراق

وأصبحت الليالى مرة المذاق

وتعبنا وسئمنا والصدر منا ضاق

ابتعد يوما بعد يوم وكان الغياب

وكان يشد حبل الهجر وتملص بانسياب

وتملص من وعوده كمن يخلع الثياب

والهم والغم ملء رأسه شيب

بعد أن كان حبا فرحا واطياب

برزت منه مخالب وأنياب

وتولنى منه خوف وهياب

وقال انه عن حبى قد تاب

وقال قولا بالمنطق وأناب

وانه عاد الى رشده وأثاب

وان ظنه بى وبحبى قد خاب

وظن ان رايه سديد ولقلبى طعن واصاب

وظن اننى احتمل غيابه اذا غاب

وان حياتى بدونه فرح مستطاب

وجلسنا بعد هجر نتناقش تحت اللبلاب

وفجاة ظهر قبس من نور محبة اواب

ولقلوبنا ذاب جليدها وأصاب

ورجع بنا العهد بعد ان تاب

بقلمى...

هويدا محمدالحسن عثمان الكاملابى

Under the ivy tree ************* abandonment and separation prevailed between us after our love was calm and refined, and the nights became bitter, we were tired and fed up, and our chest became tight. He moved away day after day, and absence was and was tightening the rope of abandonment, and he evaded smoothly and evaded his promises. Like one who takes off his clothes, worry and grief fill his head with gray hair. After it had been love, joy, and spices, claws and fangs emerged from it, and fear and apprehension took hold of me. He said that he had repented of my love and said a word with reason and repented, and that he had returned to his senses and repaid, and that his belief in me and my love had been disappointed and he thought that his opinion was right, and my heart was stabbed and injured. He thought that I would tolerate his absence if he was gone, and that my life without him was a complete joy. After abandoning us, we sat discussing under the ivy, and suddenly a ray of light from Awab’s love appeared, and the ice of our hearts melted and became afflicted, and the covenant was restored to us after he repented, with my pen... Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamil Abi. 

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.. The Grapes of Wrath... by the poet. Dr.. Etaf Al Khawaldeh.... عناقيد الغضب للشاعرة. د. عطاف الخوالدة..

##عناقيد الغضب ##

كتبت بحبر لايمحي من وجع السنين وتساقطت عناقيد الغضب. بشجون 

سيظل يئن الجرح سنينا وقد صار صديدا و من الاهمال أصابنا الجنون

 

نظرت الى القوم عساني اجد فيهم حكيما فلم اجد الا حر بات مسجون

 

ياربي ذنوب قومي والخطايا عشقت  الانذال بسخط هذي حقيقة لا.ظنون

 رقصوا تحت اقدام الغواني وما عاد الشرف موجود ان سألتهم قالوا فنون

هم.عصاة الله.في الدنيا فقد.. تملكهم حب المال والشهوات وعمل.... الدون 

لا رف لهم جفن ولا بكت عين ينظرون بلا استحياء....  واغمضوا..... العيون 

 سرنا في طريق نبحث في كل الزوايا فوجدنا اطفالا ترتعش من يد. المنون

تبحث عن والديها اواه انهم خرجو من تحت الردم من غير اب وام حنون 

بجسد.العروبة زٌرِعتْ مسامير وبخلايا الدم حقنوا السم وقالوا عطر الليمون 

اواه من حسرة المكلوم عندما تستفرد به عصابة وضاع الحق وبتر.القانون 

وطرقنا أبوابا للخير في  كل.. الدروب  وكل قال ليس معي مال اني.. مديون 

وبحثت عن حمائم السلام قلت أين قالوا لي قتلوها وما ظل للسلام قانون 

وحاصر..الشيطان بيتنا ومنع ...الاكل والماء  ومال أمتي للخزي..... مركون

وشيطآن الغرب حاضر في... كل حين يوسوس الخناس في عقول المجون

بقلم الشاعرة د.عطاف الخوالدة

##Grapes of Wrath## I wrote with ink that cannot erase the pain of the years, and the clusters of wrath fell. The wound will continue to groan for years, and it has turned into pus, and from neglect we have become mad. I looked at the people, hoping to find a wise man among them, but I did not find anything but a free man who had become imprisoned, O Lord, for the sins of my people and sins. I loved villainy with indignation. This is the truth. No. They danced at the feet of the seducer, and honor no longer exists. If I asked them, they said arts. They are disobedient to God in this world. They have been possessed by the love of money, desires, and work.... they are inferior. They have no eyelid, and no eye has cried. They look without shame.... and they close their eyes. We walked on a path, looking in all the corners, and we found children. Trembling from a hand. Al-Manoun is looking for her parents. Oh, they came out from under the rubble without a father and a caring mother with a body. Arabism planted nails and in blood cells they injected poison and said lemon perfume. Oh the heartbreak of the bereaved when a gang singles him out. The right is lost and amputated. The law and we knocked on doors for goodness in all.. paths and every word. I have no money because I am in debt and I searched for the doves of peace. I said, “Where did they tell me to kill them? There is no law left for peace.” Satan besieged our house and prevented food, water, and my nation’s wealth to shame. They are abandoned and the devil of the West is present at all times. Al-Khanas in the Minds of the Immoral, written by the poet Dr. Attaf Al-Khawaldeh 

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.. Love letters.. by the poet.. Abeer Al-Khabiri.. رسائل الغرام للشاعرة.. عبير الخبيري..

رسائل الغرام 

يا بائع الورد مهلاً.      زين ورودك بالغرام

اغزل من شذاها          عطر إرسله بالسلام 

إغرس للحنين            غصن  يميل بإنسجام

عزفت للمحبة             لحن مزجته بالهيام

كتبت لهواه                 شعر مزخرف بالكلام

شكوت للنجوم .          عشق كأنه فى الأحلام

نظرت للسماء.              أملاً لأراه في المنام      

أخبرت القمر                شغفاً فالعيون لا تنام       

بعثت النسائم                زجلاً تسابق الحمام  

انتظرت بكل.                  لهف ردود للأقلام

سار الفؤاد.                  حائر بين ريشة الرسام

نثرت رسائل.               الهوى لعل الحبيب يهام 

رسمت الشوق.              أنيناً توج حروف الآلام 

ألا لحبك وصال.              يجعل القلب لا يضام 

يلامس الروح.                نغم فيض بحب الكرام    

عبير الخبيري 🖋️ مصر

Love letters, flower seller, hey. Decorate your roses with love, spin perfume from their scent, send it with peace, plant for nostalgia a branch that leans in harmony, I played for love a melody that I mixed with longing, I wrote for my love poetry decorated with words, I complained to the stars. Love as if in dreams I looked at the sky. Hoping to see him in a dream, I told the moon with passion, for the eyes do not sleep. The breezes sent waves racing against the doves. I waited patiently. Eagerness for answers to the pens of the heart. Confused between the painter's brush and scattered letters. Fancy, perhaps the beloved, is drawn to longing. A groan that crowns the letters of pain, except for your love and salvation. It makes the heart not touch the soul. Nagham Fayd, I love the honorable Abeer Al-Khabiri, Egypt 

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.. Women broke the chains... by the poet... Marwa Farraj... المرأه حطمت القيود. للشاعرة. مروه فراج

المرأه حطمت القيود

بقلم/مروه فراج

لست طيرا بلا أجنحه..

 فأنا لم يكسر لى جناح

 امرأه جلست بالعرش..

أنير المجد بأجمل مصباح 

فى سمائى يشع النور..

شمسه تشرق كل صباح

أنا أم انجبت ابطال..

و بإرادة أخطو للفلاح

أنا لست أسيره فى العالم..

أحلامى تعلو بنجاح

فالعلم طريقى وسلاحى..

ترسمه ألوان الإصلاح 

لا لست جسد أو شهوة..

أنا بشر خلقت إنسان

فكفو عن قطع لحمى..

بما سميتموه الختان 

الله أكرمنى ووصى..

بى كثيراً فى آيات القرآن

أنا أم سلمه وخديجه..

أسماء حفرت بالإيمان 

فى غزوات خرجت بشجاعه..

لأرفع رايه الإسلام 

لست عاجزه بل إنى..

أثبت مكانى فى العمل 

وبكل شجاعه فى الفضاء..

صعدت ووصلت للقمر

وفى كل مجالات العالم..

صدى نجاحى يعلو ويغرد 

وأعبر عن رأيي بقوة..

أؤيد.. أغضب.. أتمرد

أنا لست ذليلة فى بيت..

رجل يأخدنى خادمه 

أنا رحمه من الله لأبى..

أُدخله جنةً عاليه 

لست عار للمجتمع..

بل هى عقول باليه 

الأن أصبح لى دور..

لا يقل قيمه  عن الرجال 

والتاريخ أثبت أنى..

أنهض لأحقق آمال 

أغرس فى أرض وطنى..

بذور التقدم والأزدهار 

فتتفتح زهور العلا..

ويشرق المجد بالأنوار

المرأه أساس الحياة..

هى ليست عبئ عليها

بل هى إشراقة مستقبل..

لمجتمع يرفع شأنها

بقلم/

مروه فراج

The woman broke the chains Written by: Marwa Farraj I am not a bird without wings.. I have not had the wing of a woman who sat on the throne broken.. I illuminate glory with the most beautiful lamp in my sky that shines light.. its sun rises every morning. I am a mother who gave birth to heroes.. and with the will I step toward the farmer. I am not a prisoner. In the world.. my dreams rise with success. Knowledge is my path and my weapon.. it is drawn by the colors of reform. No, I am not a body or lust.. I am a human being. I created a human being, so stop cutting my flesh.. with what you call circumcision. God has honored me and recommended me a lot in the verses of the Qur’an. I am the mother of Salamah and Khadija. Asmaa was dug in by faith in battles. I went out with courage... to raise the banner of Islam. I am not helpless, but rather I... proved my position at work and with all courage in space... I rose and reached the moon and in all areas of the world... the echo of my success is louder and louder, and I express my opinion strongly... I support. I get angry.. I rebel. I am not humiliated in a house.. A man takes me as a servant. I am a mercy from God for my father.. I will admit him to a high paradise. I am not a disgrace to society.. Rather, they are worn out minds. Now I have a role.. No less valuable than men, and history has proven that I am.. I rise to achieve hopes. I plant in my homeland... the seeds of progress and prosperity, so that the flowers of exaltation bloom... and glory shines with lights. Women are the foundation of life... they are not a burden on them, but rather they are the sunshine of the future... for a society that elevates their status. Written by: Marwa Farraj 

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