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ديوان شعر اليكتروني الجزء الرابع بعنوان.. الحياه.. للشاعر. احمد جاد الله

An electronic poetry collection, Part Four. Titled: Life. For the poet. Ahmed Gadallah 




ديوان الحياة الجزء الرابع

للأستاذ  أحمد محمود جادالله

65-

غريبا. وسط الزحام ✍️ أحمد جاد الله

أنا لست ككل الناس 

كثير الكلام

وإن قلبي يمنح الناس

السلام


رغم أني أعيش غريبا

وحيدا وسط الزحام

فلا أحد يعرفني كبعض

الناس يقتلنا الظلام

فالناس هنا لاتدري

معنى السلام

وتغيرت الناس وسط

الزحام

يعيشون فى صراع

ويسقط بينهم الحب

والوئام

يتهافتون على إقتناء

كل الآشياء

ولا تبالي الكرامه والوفاء

فهم يتسابقون بإستماته

دون حياء

تحطمت نبضات قلبي

حين رايتهم يتسابقون

فإن النفس التى تتسابق

على إقتناء الاشياء

يأتي لها يوما وتذهب

دون بقاء

لما تتهافتون على إقتناء

كل الآشياء

وتحصلون عليها بكل خبث

ودهاء

فلن تأخذ معك أى شىء

حين تأتي لحظه الفتاء


فأترك جزء من هذة

الآشياء دون إقتناء


 أتركها الى

أحدا من الضعفاء


الذى لايستطيع أن يتعامل

بكل مكر ودهاء

ويصون كرامته


 ولذالك

يكون دائما إلى الوراء


فأنا غريبا وسط الزحام

ولا أكون أبدا كثير الكلام


ولكن قلبي  يتمنى  في

الناس أن ينتشر الحب 

والعطاء


ولن أكون أبدا غريبا

وسط الزحام


وينتشر بين الناس الحب

والإحتواء


وأن يكونوا كالسماء


عندما نجد النجوم تشعر 

بالآمان

فى قلب السماء


فأنا إنسان

 أريد أن

لاأكون غريبا وسط

الزحام وينتشر بين

الناس الحب والعطاء 

والوئام

Ahmed Gadallah

66-

كأنما العمر ماكان ✍️ أحمد جاد الله 


قدمت عمري في

الحياة كفاحا 


خلف سرابا يقول

إنه أحلاما 


أحلاما ظننتها بالصدق

تتحقق

وضاع العمر وأصبحت 

أوهاما 


رأيت كثيرا من الناس 

تقف أمام حلمي


بكل مكر ودهاء

وحقد لايبالي أخلاقا 


صممت إني لست 

اجاريهم واظل 

على الحق دائما 

عنوانا 


غرست الحب في

تعاملي 

فلم يفيدني الحب

إلا زادني نيرانا 

منهم وبهتانا 


عمر مضى بيني 

وبينهم

صراعا بين الحق

وحقد من قلوبهم

ألوانا


كصراع موج بين

المد والجزر فلا

يجد على الأرض 

مرساتا


لم أستطع منهم

أن أرفع العدل بين

الناس برهانا


سقى قلبي منهم

من ألم في الحياة

جهرا وكتمانا 


وكأنما العمر ماكان

في لحظه

وبكى القلب على عمرا


مضى مع بشر يلوث 

قلوبهم حقد وفساد

الوانا

وعدم الأخلاق لهم

عنوانا


فلم أطلب الصفح 

من لص يطاردني


ولم أقبل أعيش 

العمر مهانا 


فضاع العمر في

صراع بينهم شوقا

وحرمانا 

Ahmed gadallah


67-


قاتل الأمان ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


قلت لك لما تبدل

النور بالظلام


وتسكت عندما أبدا 

الكلام


تصرخ دمعتي على

دمعتي

والعين لاتغفل ولا

تنام


أحقا أعلنت على

قلبي العصيان


ونهيت بصمتك مجمل

الكلام 


فأنت بذلك حقا لاتلام 

قد أشعلت بيننا النيران

وزاد بين قلوبنا الغمام


وهان عليك ود حبنا 

وتغير حالك من وئام 

إلى انفصام


أصبح الصمت بيننا

بعد عذب الحديث

وهدوء الكلام 


تنظر إليك عيني 

بصمت ويحدثك

قلبي بدون كلام


قتلت بيننا الأمان 

وكان قلبي إليك 

المغرم المستهام


فإذا تحدثت لي

تحدثت بحديث 

اللئام 


وتعكر الصفاء بيننا

وزاد الخصام


وتغيب وترحل عن

عيني بلا وصلا

وتأتي ويزيد بيننا

الجدال

ولبس قلبي ثوب 

السقام


ولم أطلق صراح وسادتي 

فقد تبدل بقلبي 

النور بالظلام


فقدت الأمن بيننا

وقتلت أنت الأمان 


فإني أحدثك بصمت

ونبضات قلبي 

ترسل لك السلام

Ahmed gadallah


68-


هواه بالقلب   ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


ليت الذي أحب القلب هواه

أدنى إلي من القلب والنبض


وليتني يوما إقتربت من

نسائمه

فزاد البعد أنين الفؤاد

والوجد


أسأله الوصال لقلب

أحبه

قد ضاق صدري من 

البعاد والآلم


أشرد بعيني أتمني

رؤيته

وأنام الليل بالحلم

أحلمه


ماضاق هواه بين أضلعي

إلا ماكان القلب في البعد

ينفطر


ياناسي الوصل قد مضى

زمن

وأنت بالود والوصال

تفتقر


حين الفراق قد ذهبت

إليك روحي

ومن لاروح له يملكها

 بالغدر


حين ذهبت خلف من

بالقلب هواه

ليت الذي ذهب يكون

اليوم مرجعه


حتى يلين القلب وتفوح

نسائمه

ويعانق هواي من هواه

أفتقده

Ahmed Gadallah


69-


قالت لي ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


ماذا تفعل عيناك

في سواحلي

نظراتها سهام

تشغل خاطري

قلت لها

نبضات قلبك

تنبض خلف أضلعي

يزيد إليك الشوق

وتطول نظراتي إليك

لترى ماينبض داخلي

قالت لي

ما الذى ينبض

داخلك

قلت شىء من

جمالك الخفي

نبضك أو روحك

تحوم بين أضلعي

فإن يبحر نظري

بسواحلك

فما عاد له مرسي

يتوه في عمق جمالك

ولا أدري إن صباحي

قد أمسى

قالت

لا أتعجب من حديثك

فإن نظراتك تغازلني

ولكن ماذا يفعل قلبك

بين أضلعي

ويداعب طول الوقت

مشاعري

Ahmed Gadallah


70-


رحال ✍️ أحمد جاد الله

ليست الأحوال سواء 

فكل حال يختلف عن

حال


نمضي في الدنيا

لتغيير حالنا


ومهما نمضي تبقى

على حالها الأحوال 


لما تبقى على حالها

لأننا لانبقى

على حالنا طلبنا 

دأئما محال


كلما مايتحقق ما

نحتاجه 

يصبح قليل المنال 


وتمر الحياة وتنتهي

في ترحال


ونعيش دأئما مشغولو

البال

ولم نعثر على حل 

بأي  حال


تغوص أفكارنا في

طمع الحياة في

طغيان 


ويمر العمر وينتهي

في ترحال


كأن الحياة تبدأ 

وتظل دوما في قتال


ولم يكن هناك للهدوء

والتنفس في الحياة

 مجال


ويزيد الصراع بين

الناس ويكثر الجدال


ويزهق الفكر العقول

كخصم متمرد مختال 


ويثبت الحال كما هو

ولم تتغير الأحوال 


الطمع دأئما لم يريح

البال

ويكون دأئما رصيد

البال خال


وجميع الأحوال شبيه

ببعضها

كأنها مقيدة بالآغلال 


إلا الحال المتميز 

بالآخلاق والقناعة

 والإحسان 


إذا جاءك  

إختفت منك الهموم 

وتبدل المحال بالجمال


فالحقد والطمع كالسم 

فلا تدعه من قلبك

ينال


فكن في الحياة رحال

للخير تسعي

وقاوم الحقد والخداع 

بإستبسال


ولاتكن له سهل المنال 

لتكون دأئما مرتاح 

البال

Ahmed gadallah


71-


الوئام  ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


قلت ما أحلى من 

التصافي والوئام 


كلا يأتي ويذهب

ويقول سلام


فلم تأخذ شيئا معك

يوم التمام


غير ماعملت به في

حياتك

حتى لايكون نصيبك 

الغمام


وإكثر من ودك 

وإخلاصك

وكن حسن الحديث

في الكلام


ولاتكن غليظ القلب

وتحلى بالحياء دائما

حتى لايقع عليك الملام


ولا تغضب أحد ولايطول

بينكم الخصام

كن صافى القلب وبدل

الخصام بالوئام


ولا تمنع بسوء أخلاقك

على أحد طيب المنام


وتلبس قلبه وفكره

ثوب السقام


فالوجد باقي وبالوصال

تزول كل السقام


حتى يكون في ذكرك

يحلوا طيب الكلام


ما أحلى الحياة بالصفا

والحب بين الناس

ولم تكن بها زؤام


وبا ألاخلاق يسري الود

بينهم على الدوام


فلا أحد  يبقى

كلا ياتي ويذهب في

هذة الدنيا

ويقول سلام

Ahmed gadallah


72-


رد قلبي ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


رد قلبي ما أستطعت 

وضمني

عطشي لعيناك يجلدني

كل مساء


شوقي إليك يزيد جوارحي

وضاعت حياتي في

بعادك هباء


بحثت عنك في جميع

دروب العشق

وإنما تعب فؤادى من

الشقاء


لاينفع الجسد أن يكون

بمفردة

والروح والقلب تخطوا

خلفك بشوق وأشتياق 


الروح بالآمال تحيا 

عمرها

والعين ببعادك يكفيها

البكاء


لكل روح توأم روحها

أعد لي روحي 

قد تاهت روحي في

السماء


رد قلبي قد أشتقت 

لنبضه

فإن فؤادي يكن 

إليه بالوفاء 


تعب فؤادي من 

بعادة 

وقد زاد في حناياة 

البلاء 


رد قلبي ما أستطعت

 وضمني

عطشي لعيناك يجلدني 

كل مساء 

Ahmed gadallah


73-


توسد أجفاني  ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


لما الحزن يأتي لي

ليلا

ويغفو النوم عن 

عيوني


سرق مني أحلامي 

وتوسد جفوني 


أسهر وحيدا أحادث 

روحي 

بصمت رهيب كأني 

أراه أمامي 


فلا يسمع ندائي 

ولا يعرف شىء

عن شجوني 


أقول للحزن لما

توسدت جفوني


ألم تأخذ يوما

راحه عني 

وتترك عيني تنعم

با أحضان جفوني 


غفا النوم عنا 

وذهب ولم ترتاح 

ليلا جفوني


توسدها السهد ليلا

وبات يجالسها 

ليلا وبعدها ليالي


والصمت يلازمني

ومعي في كل مكان


لا أحادث غير روحي

بصمت رهيب

يضوي صداه بين

أضلعي 


ولهيب الشوق يزيد

بنبضات قلبي


إلى متى يتوسد 

الحزن أجفاني


ألم تبعد يوما عني

وتأتي السعادة 

بقلبي 


كما أتت بمن حولي

فقلبي في شقاء

ممزق النبضات 


لما الغدر جعلت الصمت

يلازمني

ويتوسد السهد أجفاني 

Ahmed Gadallah


74-


أنتظره ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


أنتظره وأعرف إنه

لن يعود 


وأصبح الإنتظار عادة

والعمر بقى مفقود 


وفقدت المواعيد 

لهفتها 

وأصبح الوقت في

جمود


وسقطت الأشياء تباعا

وسالت الدموع على

الخدود


كان حلما وانتظرت 

وأعلم أنه لن يعود


لازلت أردد إسمه 

عشقا بلا حدود


هل الإنتظار كان مضيعه

للوقت 

وهدر أحلى أيام عمرنا

وأصبح قلبي في غرامه

 مفقود


مزق الروح والأمنيات 

وزاد الأنين با أضلعي 

فكان ذاك الغرام 

الموعود


كنت ولا زلت أنتظره 

وبيدي وقلبي له

آجمل الورود


وهل يأتي لي ويتحقق

ما قاله من وعود 


فأصبح لقلبي اليوم

مفقود

Ahmed Gadallah


75-


بحقك إستهان   ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


لاتظن يوما إنك منسي

فإنك فعلا فى طي النسيان

وإنما شعور المرىء

يكون غالبا دليله

فلاداعي أن ترهق نفسك

بالظن

فإن تغير أحدا عليك

راحه لبالك أن يكون ظنك

فى طي الكتمان

ولاداعي أن تعاتب أحد

فإن كان صادق الوعد

فلا تحتاج يوما للعتاب

فهو على حاله واضح

البيان

ف الظن يأبن الناس مظلمه

لنفسك وللغير

إذ لم يكن لك أدله أو

برهان

فإذا أحد تغير عليك يوما

فأتركه ويكون أفضل

لك النسيان

فإن العتاب لاينفع

صاحبه

وإنما يزيدة مهانه

إذا كان المعاتب

قد تغير عليك

وبك إستهان

فلاتظن وعش في الحياة

مرتاح البال

ولاتعطي لمن لم يكن

له قيمة أي إهتمام

لانه يوما بحقك إستهان

Ahmed gadallah


76-


ليه بتسأل  ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


ليه بتسأل عن الألم 

عمل إيه فيا

خليه فى حاله نايم

انا تعبت من الأسيه

ساب لي بصمه على

جبيني

بخطوط قهر الزمان

ليا

والعين متكحله بالظلم

وقهر الناس فيا

ملامحى كلها أتغيرت 

والحزن طول الوقت

مسيطر عليا

مهما قهرني الرجال

لتمسكي بالحق وعدم

المطاطيا 

لن انحني أبدا حتى

لو الكل تكتل عليا

هاافضل عزيز النفس

ولغير الله لا أركع 

مهما زاد الضرب فيا

ضربه الفأس في الأرض 

تطرح الخير للناس

ولكل العاميه

اتمسك بالحق وأعامل

الناس بكل وود وحب

ولو منهم أحد غدر بيا

وأجبر الخاطر للغلبان 

حتى لو مفيش منفعه 

ماديه

الكلمه الطيبه بريحه

المسك

تطيب الجروح وتشفي

القلوب حماله الأسيه

وما تسالنيش عن الألم 

عمل إيه فيا

القلب خلاص اتظلم

وزمن الحق اختفى

بقت المنفعه للصحبه 

وانتهت الأحلام الورديه

Ahmed gadallah



77-


رمز الإرتقاء ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


أنت لست كالبقيه

تركض خلف لفت الإنتباه


أنت ياقلبي رمزا من رموز

الإرتقاء

تلوح فى الآفاق بكل عز

وكبرياء


فلا تكن يوما مثل قلوب

التعساء

تتعلق بمن يأتى إليك

ويلوح بكلمات نابعه

من قلوب بهتاء


يريد أن ينسى حبا وكان

به من التعساء

وحين تنتهى غصته يرحل

ويهرب كالجبناء


كفاك رحلات الصخب عند 

خانات الانكسار


فانت رمزا من رموز الإرتقاء

فى زمن ملىء بالإنحدار


وفقر المشاعر الصادقه

فأصبح الالتقاء يحدث

دون مشاعر ودون عناء


وأصبحت الكلمات تكتب

لأى أحد إن كان غريبا

أو قريبا فهما فى النص 

سواء


فلا تكن مثلهم 

ولا تنحدر نحو خانات

الإنكسار 


وتلوح في الآفاق بكل

صخب وشقاء


ولا يأتي لك يوما يجافي

عينك النوم

وتشكو فلا أحد يسمع

لك نداء 


وتقوم الليل بالتذكار 

وتفطرت الكواكب لك

حزنا من طول دعاء


كن دائما جلدا  لاتقترب

منك نار الوجد يوما


ولاتعرف لك من نقطه

 ضعف في فؤادك خباء


ولا تسقط بسهم رمش 

أو الأيام قد تصيبك

بعشق كله شقاء


ويكون لك الضيم دوما

في هواء

وتستعذب أيامك في

عناء 


فكن دائما رمزا من رموز

الإرتقاء 

حتى لاتكون يوما في

رثاء

Ahmed gadallah


78-

الآنوثه رداء ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


الآنوثه رداء لايأتي

على مقاس كل النساء


كوني ليس ككل النساء

تمتعي بالعزة والكبرياء


جميله  رقيقه ينيرها النقاء

تعشقي الحق والحقيقه

حدود السماء


وتكرهي التملق والكذب

والرياء

وإذا فتحتي قلبك مره

لن يفتح أبدا إلى الفناء


فلا تؤمني بالحب مرتين

فحب يتيم عندك أفضل

من ألف بلاء


أنوثتك تعلمك الدرس

دون حروف الآلف والياء


عند إبتسامتك إشراقه

الصباح وهدوء المساء


فلا يدري أحدا مابقلبك

من حب وسعادة

أو إذا كان قلبك يحمل

 مأتم عزاء


أجعلي الأنوثه عندك 

رداء

ليس على مقاس 

جميع النساء


فلا تكوني أبدا

مؤزومه من التعساء


أجعلى الحب بقلبك

ينير حياتك بالصفاء

والنقاء


وتحدثي بهدوء 

وبكل وقار وحياء


فلا تكوني ككل النساء

ألبسي رداء الأنوثه بكل

عزه وكبريا

Ahmed gadallah


79-


لمس الروح ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


أناجي طيفك وأسمع همسك 

وإن حاولت لمسك لا أنالك 


قولي ياصفي روحي 

أأنت أتيت لي أم هذا 

خيالك


يلاحقني خيالك فى كل

مطرح 

وإن قربت منه لاعانقه 

فلا أنالك


عيوني مالهجر تائه حزينه 

وتشتاق ليل نهار أن ترى 

بسمتك 


وإياك أن تصدق شفايفي 

لو تبسمت

بها أدارى جرح ونار بعادك


أن القلوب فى البعد أبدا 

تبقى هادئه 

فإنها تبات فى نار متألمه 

من الهجر وجرح هجرانك


فى بعادك أشتاق دائما 

المسك 

تهفو الروح إليك ولا أنالك 

Ahmed gadallah


80-


لاتأكل الباطل ✍️ أحمد جاد الله

قلت لك لا تأكل الباطل

ولا تضيع حق

يوما ما سياتي وتجوع

بحق

فلا خير غير الذى يأكل

بحق

ولا يظلم أحدا بباطل

لاتمشي في الآرض مرحا

ولا  تسخر إلى من له حق

سترى يوما عيون الناس

إليك شامته

وأمامك ماجمعت بباطل

ولاتستطيع التمتع به بحق

ستدور الأيام وحينها لاينفع

إلا من أكل بحق

أنصر الحق على الباطل

وخذ بيد كل مظلوم

وكن له ناصر

على من جرى على

الضعيف بسلطانه

ليجف منه كل دمع

هاطل

ولاتضيع الحق بالباطل

من غير ذنب وتكون أنت

القاتل

وتذكر فضل ربك عليك

فكنت يوما ما عاطل

وأصبحت الآن قادر

فلا تأكل الحق بالباطل

في نهايه حياتك تدفن

في القبر

ولا ينفعك غير الحق

على الباطل

Ahmed gadallah


81-

أهواء النساء ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


لست أدرى ماهي 

أهواء النساء

اذا حاولت فهم النساء 

يأخذ ذلك منك

مجهود وعناء


تجد منها من يتمتع

بالكبرياء

وقلب طيب كل صفاء


في ظاهرها كبرياء

وقلبها يناديك برقه

وخفاء 


ومنهم من تجدها لينه

وبسيطه وابتسامتها

كلها سعادة وصفاء


ولكن غضبها كا أمواج 

البحر الهائج 

تفر من أمامها قبل أن 

تغرق ولايسمع لك أحد 

نداء


ومنهم من تجدها كلها هدوء

وسكينه 

ملاك يمشى على الأرض 

تشفي قلب المجروح

وتزيل عنه كل جفاء


وتوجد صفه واحدة 

بكل النساء


قلوب طاهرة نقيه

لاتحمل أى حقد 

وتكون رحيمه على

الضعفاء


ويتمتعون دائما بالوفاء

ولكن إحذر من عناد 

النساء


فهذا يكلفك كثيرا من

العناء

ولاتعلن ابدآ التمرد 

والجفاء 


ستلقى رياح شديدة

فلا تسطيع أن تقاوم

اهوالها

وستكون في حينها

كالضعفاء 


وستدمر كل علامات 

الطريق إلى قلبك 

ولاتستطيع العوده ابدآ 

إلى الوراء


أنصحك بأن تكون علاقتك

بها كلها حب وولاء 

حتى تكون أيامك هادئه 

وتنعم بحسن اللقاء


فمهما أكتب لست أدرى 

ماهي أهواء النساء

Ahmed gadallah


82-


اذقتني حلو الهوى ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


أذقتني حلو الهوى وتركتني

و أبليتني بالعشق فقتلتني


إن قلبي فى غرامك ينتمي

وخاضعا يرجو منك الرضا

ولا ينثني


تقسوا علي ولست أعلم 

غلطتي

وقلبي عند إطلالتك دائما

 ينحني


نسيت حبي اليك ومودتي

ولم تصن عهد الهوى بيننا

 ثم قهرتني


وحفرت في الفؤاد حرفك

غائرا 

وجعلت نبضك في حنايا

قلبي موطني


وهبتك حبا أدمى مقلتي

وقسيت عليا بغدرك

وفي هواك قبرتني


أخذت فى هواك نبض 

قلبي عمرا

وبسهم غدرك في الفؤاد

طعنتني


لم يذق أبدا احدا قهرا

بقلبه

مثلما مافعلت بقلبي

و أبليتني


بعد ما أذقتني حلوالهوي

وقتلتني

Ahmed gadallah


83-


رحل الحبيب ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


رحل الحبيب وعزني بوصاله

وكأن روحي رحلت برحاله


أذكره في ليلي ونهاره 

تأتي لي روحه تحدثني

بصوته وأقواله 


تذكرني بعمري اللي

مضى بحياتي معه

وأفعاله 


منذ رحيله أعيش وحيدا 

وقلبي يئن في ليله

ونهاره


حديثه لي يتبعني يلاحقني

حتى وأنا اخطو خطواتي

يتبعني خياله 


وتذهب مني روحي إليه 

تتبعه

وتترك قلبي وحيدا لحاله


تبحث عنه في مكان كان

يجمعنا لقائنا 

أملا أن تراه أو ترى جماله 


وتعود لي دون أن تلقاه


رحيله أدمع قلبي بنبضاته 

وسالت دموع العين 

لهجره لقلبي  وسوء

 أفعاله 


وسيرت أنا وحيدا

أعاني وحدتي وترحاله


ماعزني شيء بالدنيا

إلا يريد قلبي وصاله


رحل الحبيب وعزني

بوصاله

وكأن روحي رحلت 

برحاله 

Ahmed Gadallah


84-

إبتلينا ✍️ أحمد جاد الله

إبتلينا بقلب طيب

خللى العويل جه

علينا


ليه يادنيا بتجري

بينا

وفي حياتنا بتظلمينا


دا العويل بقى فيكي

راكب

واللي سرق الحق فينا


كل شيء فيكى مقلوب

في حاله

طول الوقت جايه علينا


راحت فيكي زهرة

شبابنا

وراحت كمان لمعة

عنينا


شيلنا الحق فوق كتافنا

وضاع فيكي كل اللي

لينا


العويل بينظر لينا

بكل حقد وفرحه 

فينا


زادنا خوف على اللي

لينا

ما أحنا ماسكين الحق

باإيدينا


مش عارفين ناخده 

منهم

ما خلاص ضاع الحق

فينا


ضحكه غابت - طله شابت

سبحه فكت من إيدينا


ليه يادنيا ريح قساوتك

دايما جايه علينا


لو طلبنا الحق لينا

العويل كمان بينصح


وضحكه عينيه بتفضح

اللي ساكن جوة قلبه


مش عويل وكمان بتنصح

دا اللي سرق الحق 

فينا


خلق شافت  خلق عابت

بس بالمكتوب رضينا


ريح حقدك مهما جابت

برده ربك مش ناسينا


إبتلينا

Ahmed gadallah


85-

إختباء  ✍️ أحمد جاد الله


لم أكن أعلم إنني 

لم أرى يوما الأحباء 


وأكون بعيدا عنهم

ويحدث بيننا إختفاء 


وتمر الأيام وقلبي

يشتاق منهم إلى 

لحظه إحتواء


يطول الليل في

سهري

وتغيرت في بعادهم

نسمات الهواء


وتغيرت الحياة ولم 

أسعد بلحظات 

على نفسي فيها 

إرضاء


تئن المسافات بيننا

ويشعر هوانا بحنين

الغرباء


ومازال القلب يحمل

حبا لايغلبه الفناء


ونبضات قلبي تبعثرت 

بالأسى 

ب أنين يضوي في

الأجواء 


فلم أرى أسى غير 

الذي سقاني بالإختباء 


عندما أرى جمع العاشقين

بالود والصفاء


ستأتي لحظه اللقاء

ويسعد قلبي به 

بفيض حب وسخاء

Ahmed gadallah


86-


مجروح الفؤاد ✍️ أحمد جاد الله 

رايت عينيه فطلبت

الوداد

أقترب منه ويبعده 

العناد 


يزيد نبض قلبي بأضلعي 

فبات نبض قلبي بهواه

طوعا يقاد 


يخطىء الفكر بي 

ويظن بقلبي قليل

الرشاد 


يكاد الشوق يسيل 

دمعتي

وأرحل دون أن أدري 

أكاد 


جمعت من المحاسن بكل

شوق

وأهديته من المحبه مايراد 


أعاتب عيني حين رأت

عينيه

جعلت فؤادي محروم

الرقاد


وإذا ما ناديته بصوتي

لايأتي ويصر بالعناد 


وفي مناداتي إليه يبح 

صوتي فيحن إليه الجماد 


هل أجرمت عيني حين

رأته فيعاقبني ويزري 

بالوداد 


لكل إثنين في الحب 

التقاء

ولكن الحب بيننا إبتعاد 


أتيت إليك بكال حب 

وأشتياق 

وأنت الذي أصاب قلبك

العناد 


ورفضت بين قلبي وقلبك

طول الوداد

وتركتني في رحاب حبك 

مجروح الفؤاد 

Ahmed gadallah

Continue to Diwan Al-Hayat, Part Four, by Professor Ahmed Mahmoud Jadallah, 65- Strange. In the middle of the crowd, Ahmed Gadallah, I am not like people who talk a lot, and my heart gives people peace, even though I live as a stranger alone in the crowd. No one knows me like some people. The darkness kills us. People here do not know the meaning of peace and have changed. People in the crowd live in conflict, and love and harmony fall between them. They scramble to acquire everything. Things and do not care about dignity and loyalty. They race desperately without shame. My heartbeat broke when I saw them racing. For the soul that races to acquire things will come one day and go without remaining. When you rush to acquire all the things and obtain them with all malice and cunning, you will not take anything with you when the moment of fatwa comes, so leave. I leave some of these things without acquiring them to one of the weak people who cannot deal with all cunning and cunning and preserve his dignity, and therefore he will always be backwards. I am a stranger in the crowd and I will never be a talkative person, but my heart hopes for the people for love and giving to spread, and I will never be a stranger in the crowd and for it to spread. There is love and inclusion between people, and to be like the sky. When we find the stars, you feel safe in the heart of the sky. I am a human being who wants not to be a stranger in the crowd. Love, giving, and harmony spread among people. Ahmed Gadallah 66 - As if life had never been Ahmed Gadallah. I presented my life in life as a struggle behind a mirage that says it is dreams, dreams. I thought it would be fulfilled with honesty, and life wasted and became illusions. I saw many people standing in front of my dream with all deception, cunning, and hatred, not caring about morals. I was determined not to keep up with them and always stick to the truth as a guideline. I instilled love in my dealings, but love did not benefit me except that it increased my fire from them and my slander. A lifetime passed between me and them, a struggle between the truth and the hatred of others. Their hearts are full of colors, like the struggle of waves between the ebb and flow, and it cannot find an anchor on the ground. I was not able to establish justice among people as proof. My heart was watered by them from the pain in life, openly and secretly, as if life had not happened in a moment, and the heart wept over a past life with people whose hearts are polluted by hatred and corruption, colors and lack of morals for them. Title: I did not ask for forgiveness from a thief who was chasing me, and I did not accept to live my life in humiliation, so my life was wasted in a struggle between them, longing and deprivation. Ahmed Gadallah 67 - The Safety Killer Ahmed Gadallah I told you when you exchanged light for darkness and remained silent when I began to speak, my tears cried out for my tears and the eye neither ignores nor sleeps. Did you declare truth to my heart? Disobedience, and with your silence you have ended all speech, for you are truly blameless. You have lit fires between us, and the clouds have increased between our hearts, and the affection of our love has diminished for you, and your situation has changed from harmony to separation. Silence has become between us, after sweet talk and calm speech. My eyes look at you silently, and my heart speaks to you without words. You killed the security between us, and my heart was in love with you. If you speak to me, you speak mean talk, the serenity between us is disturbed, the quarreling increases, you disappear, and you leave my sight without a connection. You come and the argument increases between us, and my heart wears the garment of sickness, and I do not release my pillow. The light in my heart has been exchanged for darkness. I have lost the security between us, and you have killed the security. I speak to you silently, and my heartbeat sends you peace. gadallah 68- His love is in the heart Ahmed Gadallah I wish the one who loved the heart had his love closer to me than the heart and the pulse. I wish one day I was close to his breezes, so the distance increased the groaning of the heart and emotion. I ask him to reach a heart I love, my chest has become narrow from distance and pain. I wander with my eyes, wishing to see him, and I sleep at night dreaming of him, his love narrowing between my ribs. Except when the heart breaks in distance, O people of connection, a time has passed and you lacked affection and connection when parting, my soul has gone to you, and he who has no soul owns it with treachery when you went after the one with the heart’s desires. I wish that which is gone would be today his return so that the heart softens and its breezes waft and embrace my desires from his desires. I miss him. Ahmed Gadallah 69- Ahmed Jadallah said to me, “What are your eyes doing on my coast?” Her looks are arrows occupying my mind. I told her, “Your heartbeat is pulsing behind my ribs. My longing for you increases, and my gaze at you lengthens to see what is pulsing inside me.” She said to me, “What is pulsing inside you?” I said, “Something of your hidden beauty.” Your pulse or your soul is hovering between my ribs. My gaze wanders your coasts, and Morsi no longer gets lost in the depth of your beauty, and I do not know that my morning has come. She said, “I am not surprised by your speech, for your looks are flirting with me, but what is your heart doing between my ribs and caressing my feelings all the time? Ahmed Gadallah 70 - Rahal Ahmed Gadallah. Conditions are not the same. Every condition is different from No matter how much we go through this world to change our situation, no matter how much we go, conditions remain the same until they remain the same because we do not remain the same. Our request is always impossible. Whenever what we need is achieved, it becomes less attainable. Life passes and ends in travel. We always live preoccupied with our minds and we do not find a solution in any way. Our thoughts sink into the greed of life. In tyranny, life passes and ends in wandering, as if life begins and always remains in combat, and there is no room for calm and breathing in life. Conflict between people increases, arguments increase, and thought consumes minds like a rebellious, arrogant opponent. The situation remains as it is and conditions do not change. Greed has always not given peace of mind and is always the balance of the mind. All conditions are similar to each other, as if they are bound by shackles, except for the state distinguished by morals, contentment, and benevolence. When it comes to you, worries will disappear from you and the impossible will be replaced by beauty. Hate and greed are like poison, so do not let it get from your heart. Be a traveler of goodness in life, striving and resisting hatred and deception with bravery, and do not be easily accessible to it so that you will always have peace of mind. Ahmed gadallah 71- Al-Weam Ahmed Jadallah I said, “What is sweeter than purity and harmony? They both come and go and say peace, and you did not take anything with you on the day of completion other than what you did in your life, so that clouds do not fall upon you. Increase your friendliness and sincerity, and be well-spoken in words, and do not be harsh in heart, and always be modest so that it does not fall upon you.” Blame and do not make anyone angry, and do not let quarrels last forever. Be pure in heart and replace quarrels with harmony, and do not withhold your bad morals from anyone. Have a good dream and clothe his heart and mind with the garment of sickness, for the existence remains and with connection all sickness disappears until in your remembrance they are sweetened with good speech. How sweet is life with serenity and love among people and without it there is no malice. And with morals, friendship always flows between them, so no one remains each, coming and going in this world and saying peace Ahmed Gadallah 72 - He restored my heart, Ahmed Gadallah. He restored my heart as much as you could and embraced me. My thirst for your eyes flogs me every evening. My longing for you increases my wounds. My life wasted in vain in your distance. I searched for you in every way. The paths of love, but my heart is tired of misery. The body is not useful to be alone, and the soul and the heart step behind you with longing and longing. The soul with hopes lives its life, and the eye in your distance is enough for it to cry. For every soul its twin soul, prepare for me my soul, my soul is lost in the sky, restore my heart, I long for its pulse, for my heart is faithful to it, my heart is tired. Out of habit, and the tenderness of affliction increased, my heart returned as much as I could, and embraced me. My thirst for your eyes flogs me every evening. Ahmed Gadallah 73 - It clogs my eyelids, Ahmed Gadallah. When sadness comes to me at night and sleep takes away from my eyes, it steals my dreams from me and clogs my eyelids. I stay up alone, conversing with my soul in terrible silence, as if I see it in front of me. He hears my call and knows nothing about my sorrows. I say to sadness when my eyelids were covered. Did you not take a day to rest from me and let my eyes enjoy the embrace of my eyelids? Sleep has fallen from us and gone and has not rested at night. My eyelids have been cushioned by sleep at night. He has been sitting with them at night and after nights, and silence stays with me and with me everywhere. I do not talk to anyone but my soul in silence. A terrible echo that glows between my ribs and the flame of longing increases with the beats of my heart. How long will sadness prevail over my eyelids? Haven’t you been a day away from me? Happiness comes to my heart just as it came to those around me. My heart is in misery, torn by pulses. When treachery made silence stay with me and sleepiness reigned over my eyelids, Ahmed Gadallah 74- I am waiting for him, Ahmed Gadallah. I am waiting for him, and I know that he is He will not return, and waiting has become a habit, and life remains lost, and appointments have lost their eagerness, and time has become stagnant, and things have fallen one by one, and tears have flowed down the cheeks. It was a dream, and I waited, and I know that he will not return. I still repeat his name, with limitless love. Was waiting a waste of time, wasting the best days of our lives, and my heart has become in love with him, lost and torn apart? The soul and wishes increased and the groaning increased in my ribs, so it was that promised love. I was and still am waiting for him, with my hands and my heart. He has the most beautiful roses. Will he come to me and fulfill the promises he said? So today my heart has become missing. Ahmed Gadallah 75 - By your right, I underestimate Ahmed Gadallah. Do not ever think that you are forgotten, for you are truly in oblivion. A person's feeling is often his evidence, so there is no need to exhaust yourself with suspicions. If someone changes your mind, it will be a peace of mind for your thoughts to be kept secret, and there is no need for you to blame anyone. If the promise is true, then you do not need to blame one day, for it is as it is, and it is clearly stated. Suspicion against people is unfair to yourself and to others if it is not yours. Evidence or proof. If one day someone has changed over you, leave him and it will be better for you to forget, for reproach does not benefit the one who does it, but rather increases his humiliation. If the one who is blaming has changed over you and has disdained you, then do not think and live in life with peace of mind and do not give any attention to someone who has no value, because one day your right will be underestimated. Ahmed gadallah 76- Why do you ask Ahmed Gad Allah? Why do you ask about pain? What did he do to me? Leave me in a state of sleep. I am tired of the pain. It left me with a mark on my forehead with the lines of the oppression of time on me, and the eye is covered with injustice and the oppression of people. In me, all of my features have changed, and sadness controls me all the time, no matter how much men oppress me for adhering to the truth and not being flexible. I will never bow down, even if everyone gathers against me. I am better, dear soul. For anyone other than God, I do not kneel, no matter how hard I am beaten. An ax hit on the ground brings goodness to people and to all common people. I adhere to the truth and treat people with all friendliness and love. Even if one of them betrays me, I force my thoughts to the oppressed, even if there is no material benefit. A kind word. The scent of musk sweetens wounds and heals hearts. The burden of sorrow. And don’t ask me about the pain. What did I do to me? The heart is done with darkness, and the time of truth has disappeared. The benefit has become for companionship, and the rosy dreams have ended. Ahmed Gadallah 77- Symbol of Elevation Ahmed Gadallah. You are not like the rest, running after attention. You, my heart, are a symbol of advancement looming. In the horizons with all glory and pride, do not ever be like the hearts of the unfortunate, clinging to those who come to you and wave words that come from faded hearts that want to forget a love that was miserable, and when its grief is over, it leaves and runs away like cowards. Stop making noisy journeys at the points of brokenness, for you are a symbol of advancement in a time full of decline. And the lack of sincere feelings, so meeting began to happen without feelings and without effort, and words began to be written to anyone, whether a stranger or a relative, so they understood in the text equally. Do not be like them, and do not stoop toward signs of brokenness, and loom on the horizons with all noise and misery, and a day does not come to you when sleep does not escape your eyes and you complain, for no one listens to you. A call, and the night rises in remembrance, and the stars break their hearts for you in sorrow due to long supplications. Always be firm. May the fire of passion never approach you, nor will you know from a weak spot in your heart a hideout. And do not fall with the arrow of an eyelash, or the days may afflict you with a love full of misery, and your grievance will always be in the air, and your days will be tormented in trouble, so be always. A symbol of advancement, so that you will never be in mourning. Ahmed Gadallah 78- Femininity is Ahmed Gadallah’s robe. Femininity is a robe that does not fit all women. Be not like all women. Enjoy dignity and pride. Beautiful and delicate, illuminated by purity. Love the truth and the truth is the limit of the sky, and hate flattery, lies, and hypocrisy. And if you open your heart once, you will not It never opens to annihilation. Do not believe in love twice. Loving an orphan with you is better than a thousand afflictions. Your femininity teaches you the lesson without the letters Alif and Ya. When you smile, it is the brightness of the morning and the calm of the evening. No one knows what love and happiness is in your heart. Or if your heart carries a mourning funeral. Make your femininity a garment that is not of everyone’s size. Women, so do not ever be troubled by the unfortunate. Let the love in your heart illuminate your life with serenity and purity. Speak calmly and with all dignity and modesty. Do not be like all women. Wear the robe of femininity with all pride and pride. Ahmed Gadallah 79- Touching the Soul Ahmed Gadallah. I will come to your soul and hear your whisper, and if I try to touch you, I will not reach you. Say, O my pure soul. Did you come to me or is this your imagination? Your imagination follows me in every place, and if I come close to it, I will embrace it, but I cannot reach you. My eyes are no longer lost, sad, and yearn day and night to see your smile. And beware of believing my lips, if I smiled with them, I would heal wounds and fires away from you. Hearts in distance never remain calm, for they spend the night in a painful fire. From abandonment and the hurt of your abandonment, in your distance, I always long for your touch. My soul yearns for you, but I do not have you. Ahmed Gadallah 80- Do not eat falsehood. Ahmed Gadallah. I told you, do not eat falsehood and do not waste truth. One day will come and you will be hungry for truth. There is no good except the one who eats truthfully and does not oppress anyone with falsehood. Do not walk on the earth in joy. And do not mock those who have a right. One day you will see the eyes of people looking down upon you, and in front of you is what you have gathered with falsehood, and you cannot enjoy it with right. Days will pass, and then no one will benefit except he who eats rightly. Support right over wrongdoing, and take the hand of every oppressed person, and be his supporter over whoever attacks the weak with his authority, so that every tear that falls may dry up, and do not be wasted. The right to falsehood without sin and you will be the killer. Remember the grace of your Lord upon you. You were once idle and now you are able. Do not eat the truth with falsehood. At the end of your life you will be buried in the grave and nothing will benefit you except the truth over falsehood. Ahmed Gadallah 81- Women’s Desires Ahmed Gadallah I do not know what women’s desires are then. I tried to understand women. It takes effort and trouble from you. You find among them those who enjoy pride and a kind heart. All the purity in her outward appearance is pride, and her heart calls out to you gently and secretly. Among them are those whom you find soft and simple, and her smile is all happiness and serenity, but her anger is like the waves of a raging sea. She flees before her before she drowns, and no one hears your call. Among them Whoever finds it all calm and tranquility is an angel who walks on the earth. She heals the wounded heart and removes all estrangement from him. There is one quality in all women. They have pure, pure hearts that do not bear any hatred. They are merciful to the weak and always enjoy loyalty. But beware of the stubbornness of women, as this will cost you a lot of trouble. Never declare rebellion and harshness. You will be exposed to strong winds. It is severe, so you will not be able to resist its horrors, and at that time you will be like the weak, and you will destroy all the signs of the path to your heart, and you will never be able to go back. I advise you that your relationship with her be all love and loyalty, so that your days will be calm and you will enjoy pleasant encounters. No matter what I write, I do not know what women’s desires are. Ahmed Gadallah 82- You made me taste the sweetness of passion. Ahmed Jad God, you made me taste the sweetness of passion and left me, and you afflicted me with love, so you killed me. In your love, my heart belongs and is submissive, hoping for satisfaction from you and does not bend. Be cruel to me, and I do not know my mistake. And my heart always bows when you look upon me. I forgot my love for you and my affection, and you did not keep the covenant of passion between us. Then you oppressed me and engraved your letter deep in my heart and made your pulse. In the folds of my heart, my home, I gave you a love that bloodied my eye, and you were cruel to me with your treachery, and in your love you buried me. You took in your love the beating of my heart for a lifetime, and with the arrow of your treachery in the heart you stabbed me. No one has ever tasted oppression in his heart like what you did to my heart and you put me to death after you made me taste the sweetness of passion and killed me. Ahmed Gadallah 83- The beloved Ahmed Gadallah has passed away. The beloved departed and consoled me with his connection, as if my soul had departed with his journey. I remember him day and night. His spirit comes to me, speaking to me with his voice and his words. He reminds me of my life that passed with him. My life with him and his actions since his departure. I live alone and my heart groans night and day. He talks to me. He follows me. He pursues me even as I take my steps. His imagination follows me. My soul goes from me to him. It follows him and leaves. My heart is alone, searching for him in a place that brought us together when we met, hoping that she would see him or see his beauty and return to me without meeting him. His departure made my heart tear up with its beats and the tears of my eyes flowed at his abandonment of my heart and his bad actions and I walked away. I am alone, suffering from my loneliness and his departure. Nothing in the world comforts me except that my heart wants reconciliation. The beloved has departed and consoled me with his connection. It was as if My soul has gone away Ahmed Gadallah 84- Ahmed Gadallah has afflicted us. You have afflicted us with a good heart. Let the wailing come upon us. Why is the world running between us and in our lives oppressing us? This wailing is riding on you. And the one who stole the right from us. Everything about you is upside down in its state. All the time it is coming upon us. You have gone, the flower of our youth, and you have gone too. A flash from our eyes We have removed the truth from our shoulders, and all that is ours is lost in you. The wailing looks at us with all hatred and joy in us. Our fear has increased for those of us. We do not hold the truth in our hands. We do not know how to take it from them. It is not over. The right is lost in us. A laugh that has disappeared - a shot that has marred his rosary and has been torn from our hands. Why, O world, the smell of your cruelty? It always comes to us if we ask for the truth. Weeping also gives advice, and the laughter of his eyes exposes what lives inside his heart. It is not howling. It also gives advice. This is the one who stole the right from us. A creation that saw a creation that reproached us. But with what was written, we were satisfied with the wind of your hatred, no matter how cold it brought. Your Lord has not forgotten us. You have afflicted us. Ahmed Gadallah 85- Ahmed Gadallah’s Hiding I did not know that I would never see my loved ones and be far from them, and there would be a disappearance between us, and the days would pass, and my heart would long for a moment of containment from them. The night would lengthen in my staying up late, and the breezes of the air would change in their distance, and life would change, and I would not be happy with moments for myself in which the distances between us groaned, and our love felt the longing of strangers, and the heart still carried. A love that cannot be overcome by annihilation, and my heartbeats were scattered in sorrow with a groan that lit up in the atmosphere, and I saw no sorrow other than the one that drove me to hide. When I see the gathering of lovers with affection and serenity, the moment of meeting will come, and my heart will be happy with him with an overflow of love and generosity. Ahmed Gadallah 86 - Hurt-hearted Ahmed Gadallah. I saw his eyes, so I asked for Wydad to come closer to him and he would push him away. Stubbornness increases the beat of my heart with my ribs, so my heart beats with its desires willingly. It is led. The thought of me makes mistakes and it thinks that my heart is lacking in guidance. Longing almost sheds my tears and I leave without knowing it. I almost collected the good deeds with all longing and gave him of love what he wanted. I blame my eyes when they see his eyes. You make my heart deprived of sleep. And if I call him with my voice, he does not come. He insists on stubbornness, and when I call him, my voice becomes hoarse, so inanimate objects yearn for him. Did my eyes sin when they saw him, so he punishes me and insults me with affection for every two in love there is a meeting, but the love between us is a distance. I came to you with all love and longing, and you are the one who struck your heart with stubbornness, and you rejected the long affection between my heart and yours, and you left me in the embrace of your love with a wounded heart. gadallah 
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السبت، 16 نوفمبر 2024

ديوان شعر اليكتروني. الجزء الثاني. عاشقه الحروف.. للشاعرة..هويدامحمدحسن عثمان كاملابى هويدا

An electronic collection of poetry, part two. The poet's lover of letters. Howaida Muhammad Hassan Othman Kamlabi 








بريق عيناه

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دون ان ندرى بريق مقلتينا يخبو

حلو أمانينا مضت وصغرت ك طفل يحبو

ماذا حدث لنجد حبنا غريق يطفو؟!!

كان حبا برئيا يكاد للسماء يسم

كان فوق الظروف والقدر يعلو

أخبرنى بربك لما الآن يخبو؟!!

كنت ضلى فى شمس حارقة يضوى

كنت نورى والآن أصبحت نارى

كنت دفئ والآن اصبحت قشعريرة بردى

كنت ضوئى والآن انبعث منك ظلامى

ف لما جعلتنى أهوى؟!!!

لما جعلتنى أذوى؟!!

لما جعلت حبنا يمضى؟!!

من منا السبب؟!!!

أم هو القدر السبب؟!

اتمنى ان تضوى مقلتينا مرة أخرى

وان يرجع نبض قلوبنا أقوى

سأعيش على حلو ذكريات مضت

وإن لم تعد فأنتظر رثائى وموتى

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

To / Tahya Misr Publishing House for Creativity, for my collection called (The Lover of Letters), Part Two, under publication.. Attached is the cover photo. You have my thanks, appreciation, and respect. The sparkle in his eyes ***** Without us knowing the sparkle of our eyeballs fades, the sweetness of our hopes passed and I became small like a baby crawling. What happened to find? Our love is drowning and floating?!! It was an innocent love that almost reached the sky. It was above circumstances and destiny was above it. Tell me, Lord, why is it disappearing now?!! I was lost in a burning, shining sun. You were my light, and now you have become my fire. You were warmth, and now you have become cold. You were my light, and now my darkness emanates from you. Why did you make me fall in love?!!! Why did you make me hurt?!! Why did you make our love go away?!! Who among us is the reason?!!! Or is fate the reason?! I hope that our eyeballs will light up again and that our heartbeat will return stronger. I will live on the sweet memories of the past, and if they do not return, I will wait for my elegies and my death with my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 

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يارب

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انشاالله سنة جديدة كلها فرح وطرب

ونتلم كلنا ونحقق وحدة العرب

وننهل من نهر النيل ونشرب

ونمد يدا للأخوة والترب

وينتهى من العالم كلمة حرب

ونمضى فى طريق السلام

وننثر ورود فى الدرب

لا ذل ولا اهانة ولا خراب ولا ضرب

وتكون الكلمة لنا لا للغرب

والعالم يصبح قرية صغيرة 

ونتقارب بود وحب عن قرب

لاأحزان ولا دموع ولا كرب

ونقول لا للغربة والهجرة ولا للهرب

ونسمع أصوات بلابل لا صوت قنابل تضطرب

لا غارة ولا صوت رصاص يطلق عن عمد

لا جوع ولا تشرد ولا خيام ولا قتلى

اللهم آمين ياواحد ياأحد

اللهم آمين يافرد يا صمد

اقبل دعائنا ولك منا التسبيح والتهليل

ولك الشكر والحمد

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

O Lord ***** God willing, a new year will be full of joy and joy, and we will all learn and achieve Arab unity, and we will drink from the Nile River and extend a hand to brotherhood and unity, and the word of war will end from the world, and we will move on the path of peace and scatter roses on the path, no humiliation, no insult, no destruction, no beating, and the word will be ours. No to the West, and the world becomes a small village, and we come close with affection and love, no sorrows, no tears, no anguish, and we say no to alienation, immigration, and no escape, and we hear the sounds of nightfall, no sound of bombs being disturbed, no raid, and no sound of bullets fired intentionally, no hunger, no displacement, no tents, and no deaths. Oh God, Amen, O One, O One, O God. Amen, O Farid, O Samad, accept our prayers. You have our praise and praise, and you have our thanks and praise. With my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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دلال

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دلاله يكاد يعصف بى

وقربه بهجة وفرح لى

وابتعاده وهجره كارثة لى

وبمرور الأيام أصبح يتلاعب بى

يقترب ويدنو

ف تزدان ايامى وتحلو

وبين قربه وبعده أتسائل

ترى ماله؟!!

ولماذا يتغير حاله؟!!!

أهو دلال وتقل ناله؟!!

أم شئ منى فى باله؟!

وأصبحت تلك لعبته

التى اصبحت لى لعنة سافرة

وعقلى تتذبذب افكاره بأصوات هادرة

يا أنت اقترب وأدنو كما يحلو لك

ف لم تعد لك فى حياتى أهمية

فقد أصبحت فى حياتى كابوس

أود التخلص منه وعلى حبى وقلبى سوف أدوس

سئمت لعبتك وتفاهة أفكارك واصبحت لى عبرة ودروس

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

Dalal **** his pampering almost overwhelms me, his closeness is a delight and joy for me, his distance and abandonment is a disaster for me, and as the days go by, he begins to manipulate me, getting closer and closer, so my days become longer and sweeter, between his closeness and his distance, I wonder what his money is?!! Why does his condition change?!!! Is he a pamper and you don't get it?!! Or is there something on his mind from me?! This has become his toy, which has become a blatant curse to me, and my mind’s thoughts vibrate with thunderous sounds. Oh, you, come closer and closer as you wish. You no longer have any importance in my life. You have become a nightmare in my life that I want to get rid of, and on my love and my heart I will trample. I am fed up with your game and the triviality of your thoughts, and you have become an example for me and lessons with my pen. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamelabi 
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اهتمام

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حين يقل الاهتمام

فقل على الدنيا السلام

وحين تفتر المشاعر

فمن منا ملام؟!

الاهتمام يخلق نوعا من الوئام

حين تسأل عنى وتستفسر باهتمام

ف أنت حتما بحبى تنال المرام

فى بعدك ينتابنى أرق ولا أنام

ف الحب لايتجزأ من هنا للشام

الحب هو الهيام

ولا يفرق بين المثقف و العوام

لغته واحدة مهما اختلفت العوالم

ف البعد مؤلم مميت وسام

ف أساس الحب الاهتمام

ف اهتم بى حبيبى ودللنى

ف كلنا نعشق الاهتمام

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

Attention ***** When interest decreases, say peace to the world, and when feelings fade, who among us is to blame?! Caring creates a kind of harmony when you ask about me and inquire with interest. With my love, you will definitely achieve what you want. In your distance, I have insomnia and I cannot sleep. Love is indivisible. From here to the Levant. Love is infatuation. It does not differentiate between the intellectual and the common people. Its language is the same, no matter how different the worlds are. Distance is painful and deadly. It is toxic in the foundation of love. Attention, take care of me, my beloved, and pamper me, for we all love attention with my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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حبك وزر

******

الليلة جاى تعتذر

وترجع الماضى ومنين التمس لك عذر

كان حبنا يانع نبت ك البذر

ثم أصبح حبك عبئا ووزر

وانتهى وقطعته من جذر

ف ياعزيزى احذر

اعتذراك لن يفيد عذرا

غضبت منك ونظرت لعينيك شذرا

هجرك فى قلبى سهم انغرز غزرا

حبك كان وصمة خطأ 

ولك منى عهدا ونذرا

وكلامى ميثاق جد لا هزرا

حتما كان حبك أسوأ أوهامى فعذرا

يامن كان فى حياتى اعظم وزرا

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

Your love is a burden ****** Tonight you will come to apologize and bring back the past, and where can I seek an excuse for you? Our love was tender, it sprouted like a seed, then your love became a burden and a burden, and it ended, and I cut it off from the root, so, my dear, beware, your apology will be of no use. I was angry with you, and I looked into your eyes in pieces. Your abandonment was an arrow stuck deep in my heart. Your love was the stain of a mistake, and you have a covenant and a vow from me, and my words are a solemn covenant, not a joke. Certainly, your love was my worst illusion, so sorry, O you who had the greatest responsibility in my life, with my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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كن صديقى

*******

قلت له كن صديقى

كن لى مثالا حقيقى

ف الصداقة كنز يا صديقى

كن أخى

كن سندى

كن عونى

كن دعمى

إذا ضاق بى الطريق

كن سيفى

كن منبرى

كن كلمة أنال بها حقى

كن دوما اخى ورفيقى

كن نورى اذا ساد حولى الظلام

كن لى فى الأزمات حمامة السلام

كن لى فى الحق صوت يعلو بالكلام

فإذا اهتزت وضعفت صداقتنا

ف كلانا حتما سيكون ملام

كن لى قوة فى ضعفى

كن ناصرى إذا هضم حقى

كن صديقى

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

Be my friend ******* I told him, “Be my friend. Be a true example for me. Friendship is a treasure, my friend. Be my brother. Be my support. Be my help. Be my support when my path becomes difficult. Be my sword. Be my platform. Be a word by which I can attain my rights. Always be my brother and companion. Be my light.” Darkness has prevailed around me. Be my dove of peace in times of crisis. Be my voice in the truth, a voice that speaks louder. If our friendship is shaken and weakened, then both of us will certainly be blamed. Be I have strength in my weakness. Be my supporter when my rights are taken away. Be my friend with my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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احلام وردية

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كل يوم يمضى افكر فيه واحتار

لما ذكراه ما زالت فى فكرى؟!!

انه خاطرة لاينمحى من فكرى

حب مراهقة ما زالت فى ذكر

قالوا حب المراهقة سرعان ما يمضى ويجرى

إلا حبه ما زال فى دمى يسرى

إنه يتغلغل فى شرايينى وعقلى

كان رجل بمعنى الكلمة يسرى

رجولة كرم صفات لا تعد ولا تحصى

كان حين ينظر الى أحس انه يخترقنى

انه يقرأ ما بداخلى

كنت اهرب من رؤيته خجلا وأجرى

وأتوارى خلف ذكرى ذلك الفستان البنفسجى

واتذكر تلك الأغانى التى اسمعنى اياها 

وأعيد شريط الذكريات ك اسطوانة تترى

ياويلى ما زلت أتذكر عينيه العاشقة البنية

ما زلت أخشى نظراته البرئية النقية

ترى هل يتذكرنى؟!!

أم انها مرحلةمراهقة واوهام صبية

مازالت تعيش أحلام وردية

ومضى كل منا فى حال سبيله

وعشت مع ذكريات لا منسية

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

Pink dreams ******** Every day that goes by I think about him and am confused as to why his memory is still on my mind?!! It is a thought that cannot be erased from my mind. A teenage love that is still in my memory. They said that teenage love quickly passes and flows. However, his love is still in my blood. It runs. It penetrates my veins and my mind. He was a man in the full sense of the word. Yousra’s manhood, generosity, and countless qualities. When he looked at me, I felt that he was penetrating me. He reads what's inside me. I was running away from seeing him in shame, running and hiding behind the memory of that purple dress, and I remember those songs that I heard. And I bring back the tape of memories like a reeling record, oh woe, I still remember his loving, brown eyes. I still fear his pure, innocent looks. Does he remember me?!! Or is it a stage of adolescence and boyish illusions, still living rosy dreams, and each of us went our own way, and I lived with unforgettable memories, in my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamelabi 
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الحب قرار

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ومضى يتلفت فى وجل

يخاف أن يلمحه رجل

يتكلم بسرعة على عجل

اخبرينى ما الأمر الهام؟!

ف رددت عليه وكلى ابتهال وخجل

ياحبيبى مما تخاف ف الحب قرار

يحتاج عزيمة وقوة واصرار

انه ك جنة خلد لايسكنها الا الأبرار

وليس لنا معه حيلة ولا اضطرار

وليس مجرد آلة نضغط فيها زرار

ف الحب نعمة بلا ضرر ولا ضرار

ف الحب ينقينا مما بداخلنا من شرار

ويجعلنا أبرياء خيرين لا أشرار

ف لنكن مع المحبين قلبا وغرار

ف الحي عزيزى أجمل قرار

ولتكن قويا لا متخاذلا وتلوى بالفرار

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

Love is a decision *********** He went on looking around in fear, afraid that he would be spotted by a man who spoke quickly and hastily. Tell me, what is the important matter?! So I responded to him, and I was all in a state of supplication and shame, my beloved, for what you fear. Love is a decision that requires determination, strength, and persistence. It is like an eternal paradise inhabited only by the righteous, and we have no trick or compulsion with it. It is not just a machine in which we press buttons. Love is a blessing without harm or harm. Love purifies us from the evil within us and makes us... Innocent people are good, not evil people. Let us be with those who love each other in heart and in love in the neighborhood, my dear, the most beautiful decision. And let us be strong, not weak and twisting away. With my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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نسيم الشوق

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هف على نسيم الشوق

ذكرنى بحبيب كله ذوق

وجذبتنى ذكراه بكل ما بداخلى من توق

اسمه يرن فى أذنى ك سيمفونية فى جوقة

كأنه أمير نبيل فى صفاته ك دوق

وفجأة صرخ فى عقلى صوت ك البوق

استيقظى يافتاة لقد باع حبك فى السوق

ونلت من عذابه ألوان لها مرارة وضوق

وأصبحت أسيرة حب حول عنقى ك طوق

وماذا نالنى من حبه غير العقوق

وأنانية ومرارة فى الحلق

وصبرت ك صبر عطش نوق

فى صحراء نسيمه ك لهيب شوق

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

The breeze of longing *********** The breeze of longing blew, reminding me of a lover full of taste, and his memory attracted me with all the longing inside me. His name rings in my ears like a symphony in a choir, as if he were a noble prince with qualities like a duke, and suddenly a voice like a trumpet shouted in my mind. Wake up, girl, your love has been sold in the market, and you have suffered from his torment in colors that have bitterness and distress. I have become a prisoner of love around my neck like a collar. And what has his love gotten me except disobedience, selfishness, and bitterness in the throat? And I have been patient like the patience of a thirsty camel in the desert. His breeze is like a flame of longing with my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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ماذا لو؟

*****

ماذا لو اختفى الشر بلا عزاء ولا سلو؟

ماذا لو اختفى الفساد والأسعار بلا غلو!!

وكبر الناس للحق ودعوا وصلوا!!

وساروا على صراط مستقيم ولا ضلوا!!!

واجتمع شلم الأحبة وطلوا!!

والحب ألف بين القلوب وثبت وظلوا!!!

والسمو بالنفس بالانسان علو!!!

والطيبين زادوا والأشرار قلو!!!

وما عاد هناك قلق ولا النفوس ملو

وما أخطأ الناس وهانوا وذلو

وبالرأى السديد نصحوا ودلو

وأحب الناس الحق وهتفوا له وكبروا وهللو

ماذا لو؟!!!!

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

What if? ***** What if evil disappears without consolation or comfort? What if corruption and prices disappeared without exaggeration!! People grew up for the truth and prayed and prayed!! They walked on a straight path and did not go astray!!! And the lovers gathered together and went away!! And love united hearts and remained firm and lasting!!! Elevation of the soul and of man is exaltation!!! The good ones increased and the bad ones decreased!!! There is no longer any anxiety, nor are souls filled, and people have not sinned, been humiliated, humiliated, and with good opinion have been soundly advised and guided, and people have loved the truth, cheered for it, grown up, and cheered. What if?!!!! With my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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ظلال الذكريات

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جلست تحت ظلال الذكريات

اتذكر كل مامضى من حياتى والآت

وكانت فيما مضى أجمل حياة

واليوم أحس بمرارة النبضات

والدموع تذرف والآهات

وأحس اننى اقترب من الممات

وضحك عقلى وقال دعكى من التراهات

وافرغى حزنك ومن الفرح خذى وهاتى

فالحياة أجمل من مرارة ذكريات

وسفينة الحياة أمل وفيها كل النجاة

ف صرخ قلبى قائلا لا هيهات

هيهات ان أنسى ما مر بى من دموع وآهات

ف الحب بيننا كان ميثاق واجمل صلات

وكان بيننا حنين الشوق فى كل الحالات

وكان يعطى حياتنا بريق حلو من الهالات

ف الحياة ستستمر مهما كانت النيات

ومهما صادف المرء من ويلات

ومهما كانت ف هى مجرد ذكريات

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

Shadows of Memories ********* I sat under the shadows of memories, remembering everything that passed in my life and the past, and it was once the most beautiful life, and today I feel the bitterness of heartbeats and tears flowing and groans, and I feel that I am approaching death, and my mind laughed and said, Forget the nonsense and empty your sadness and joy, take and give. Life is more beautiful than the bitterness of memories, and the ship of life is hope, and within it is all salvation, so my heart cried out, saying, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no way.” There were tears and groans in me. The love between us was a covenant and the most beautiful bond. We had the longing of longing in all situations, and it gave our lives a sweet sparkle of auras. Life will go on, no matter what the intentions are, and no matter what calamities one encounters, and no matter what they are, they are just memories. With my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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صمت عميق

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ساد صمت بيننا بعد ان كنا لانمل الحديث

كنا نتناقش فى كل مكان حتى فى موقع الفيس

وفجاة اعترضنا سد حائل ك باب قفل بالمتاريس

واصبحت أهذى وفى حالة لاوعى وتنتابنى الكوابيس

واروح وأجئ ك عصفور فى قفص حبيس

كان يقول لى أشعار وبأننى جوهره النفيس

كان يقول اننى فاتنته وأننى اشبه لميس

كنت ليلاه وكان عاشقى المجنون قيس

وتحاورنا وكان وكنا وبما أن وربما وحيث

ومن الفكر والسهد أصبحت أحتاج الى تخسيس

وجاءنى كثيرون يطلبون ودى وكم من عريس

وكان لى أشبه بصياد وكنت له الفريس

كنت أحبه ك عابد متصوف فى محرابه ك قديس

كنت بين يديه ارتعش ك فريسة بين أنياب ليث

وفجأة عادت الأمور الى نصابها وجد تحديث

وعاد بيننا الود والألفة وآلاف من الأحاديث

وعادت الحياة وردية بلا أرق وسهد وكوابيس

ما بين ليل وصهيل خيل

احتار بى الدليل

فى خاطرى خيال أصيل السليل

أصاب قلبى بالهجر العليل

ومرت بى أيام ليست بالقليل

وعدنا وعادت أيامنا وحلمنا الجميل

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

A deep silence ******** A silence prevailed between us after we were bored of talking. We were discussing everywhere, even on the Facebook site. Suddenly, a barrier blocked us, like a locked door with barricades. I became delirious and in a state of unconsciousness, and nightmares plagued me, and I came and went like a bird in a cage that was trapped. He would tell me poems and that I was his precious jewel. He would say that I was his charm and that I looked like Lamis. I was his night, and he was my crazy lover, Qais, and we talked. And it was and we were, and since and perhaps and where and from thought and sleep, I became in need of weight loss and many came to me asking for my love and how many grooms and I was like a hunter and I was his prey I loved him like a Sufi worshiper in his sanctuary like a saint I was in his hands trembling like a prey between the fangs of a lion and suddenly things returned to normal. There was an update, and friendship, familiarity, and thousands of conversations returned between us, and life returned to rosy life without insomnia, sleeplessness, and nightmares. Between the night and the neighing of horses that confused me. The evidence in my mind is an original, descendant imagination that struck my heart with bitter abandonment, and not a few days passed by me. We returned, and our days and our beautiful dream returned, with my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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لا تسألونى

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لاتسألونى هذا قلبى فأسألوه
لاتلومونى بل عاتبوه
وأسالوه لما الهجر فقدأرقنى
فلا تسألونى بل قيدوه
ولاتسألونى لما تناسى؟!
وأسألوه
وان كذب وادعى فلا تصدقوه
فلا تسألونى بل أسألوه
بقلمى..
هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى
Don't ask me ******** Don't ask me, this is my heart, so ask it, don't blame me, but blame it, and ask it why the abandonment has made me anxious, so don't ask me, rather chain it, and don't ask me why I forgot?! And ask him, and if he lies and claims, do not believe him, so do not ask me, but rather ask him with my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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طائر الالهام

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صاح بى طائر الهامى

وتحدث الى بمفهوم عامى

بلغة عربية وربما بصوت شامى

وازال من عينى غشاوة وغمامى

وبنا ما هد من ركامى

ورمى شيطان فكرى برجامى

وغضب من رد فعلى غضبة حامى

ونسيت كل شئ كأنه شئ هلامى

وتفكرت وتدبرت وشطح عقلى بهيامى

ف صاح بى طائرى أهدئى وتروى ونامى

وكفى عن اعاصيرك التى تشبه تسونامى

وأنسى كلامى فأنها تراهات أوهامى

يكفى صغيرتى ان لكى هدف سامى

ف سامحته وضممته ف هدأ طائر الهامى

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

The bird of inspiration ******* The bird of inspiration shouted at me and spoke to me in a colloquial sense, in an Arabic language, and perhaps in a Levantine voice, and removed the veils from my eyes and my clouds, and with us, what was destroyed from my ruins, and the demon of my mind threw my stones and became angry at my response, with a burning anger, and I forgot everything as if it were a gelatinous thing, and I thought and pondered. My mind ran wild with my dreams, and my bird shouted at me. Calm down, calm down, sleep, and stop talking about your hurricanes that resemble a tsunami. And forget my words, for they are the nonsense of my delusions. It is enough, my little girl, that you have a lofty goal. So I forgave him and hugged him, and the bird of my inspiration calmed down with my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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نهاية الشعراء

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هل هذه نهاية الشعراء

موت وحيدا فى العراء

وفقر مدقع بلا ثراء

يتهمونهم بالرياء وهم منه براء

ويتوارون خلف كلماتهم ك حمامة فى غار حراء

وعلى كلماتهم يتهامسون من جراء

والبعض يسخر من حرفهم بازدراء

وينظرون اليهم نظرة شذراء

رغم احساسهم الرقيق مع الناس فى السراء

ويتكاتفون ويعبرون عن همومهم فى الضراء

وقد لايلقون تشجيعا أو اطراء

ولا كلمة سلوى أو عزاء

ويلصقون فيهم كل صفة ك الغراء

رغم ان فى كلماتهم دفء ك الفراء

بالنسبة لبعض الناس والقراء

والبعض يقول عبثا وهراء

ويتكلمون عنهم من وراء

ف هل هذا ذنب رقة احساس الشعراء؟!!!!

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

The end of poets ******** Is this the end of poets? Death alone in the open and in abject poverty without wealth. They accuse them of hypocrisy, but they are innocent of it. They hide behind their words like a dove in the cave of Hira, and their words are whispered as a result. Some mock their crafts with contempt and look at them with contempt, despite Their tender feeling towards people in good times, and they join hands and express their concerns in bad times, and they may not receive encouragement or compliments or a word of consolation or consolation, and they stick every characteristic to them like glue, even though in their words there is a warmth like fur for some people and readers, and some say in vain and nonsense and talk about them from behind, so is this? The fault of the poets’ tender feelings?!!!! With my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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حلمنتيش

انا والحظ

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قابلت مرة الحظ وقولتله

ياعم حن شوية عليا

بصلى بصة حنية

قالى يابت أجرى العبى

ده انا مش هفية

ده انا ابن جنية

ده انا متقسم قسمة فنية

ده أنا من نصيب ابن الوز

ده انا الحظ ابن العز

قولتله

ياعم اتهد وبطل

عمال فيا تقص وتلزق وتجز

وتنغص فى عيشى وتحز

ودايما تقولى هات ومفيش مرة تقولى خذ

دايما كلام معايا اقوال ومفيشdoes

دايما تأكلنى فول ومفيش مرة فتة رز

ودايما تدينى على راسى وعلى جبينى تغز

وتقولى يلا ابعدى عن طريقى اجرى وفزى

ومهما عملت واشتغلت ونسجت زى دودة قز

عمال فيا تهش وتلز

ايه ياعم أرضيك ازاى يامز

ما كفاية عمال فيا تضرب وتهز

اقولك ايه؟!!!

معنديش ليك غير ياعم طظ

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

I dreamed about luck and I. ****** I once met luck and said to him, “Uncle, I am a little keen on me. He prayed with kindness.” He said, “Dad, play this game. I am not good. This is me, the son of a fairy. This is me. I am divided into an artistic division. This is me. I am in the share of the son of a goose.” I told him, “Oh, I am luck, the son of pride.” I told him. Be calm and stop working on me. You cut and paste and cut and interfere with my life and make me sad and you always tell me to bring it and there will be nothing. One time you say, always talk to me, sayings, and there are no does, you always eat me beans, and there are no times, you eat me with rice crumbs, and you always give me a kiss on my head and on my forehead, and you say, come on, get out of my way, I run and win, and no matter how much I work and work, and weave like a silkworm, they work for me, how can I please you, how can I please you, how can I be beaten? What can I tell you?!!! I have no one for you except, Uncle Tad, with my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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اكتوبر العظيم


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هيا بنا يادفعة فالوطن ينادى

ان صفوا الصفوف وحاذى وحادى

بيادة صفا انتياه جنبا سلاح وسلام سلاح عادى

وصرخ فينا قائدنا قائلا يا ابطال

هلموا الى نداء الوطن فهذا يومنا وخير زادى

اكتوبر العظيم فهلموا مصرنا العزيزة تنادى

وصرخنا جميعا فى صوت واحد كانه نغمة

ياوطن كلنا فداك النصر أو الشهادة

رددها كل جندى مرحبا ك العادة

لتظل مصر دوما لها السيادة والقيادة

وكيف لا وهى أم الدنيا وبها خير وأشجع قادة

ف اسمعوا ايها المواطنون السادة

عبرنا وانتصرناورفعنا العلم

فمن يتجاسر ان يتمادى؟!!

لم تهزمنا طائرات معادية ولا دبابة

حفرنا خنادقنا وتمسكنا بسلاحنا

ولم تهزمنا شعارات كدابة

وانشدنا أنشودة النصر

يامصر لكى دوما كل السيادة

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

Great October ********** Let us go, batch, for the homeland is calling for us to line up, stand alone, stand alone in a row, stand side by side, weapons and peace, ordinary weapons, and our leader shouted at us, saying, “Heroes, come to the call of the homeland. This is our day and the best day of the great October. Come, our dear Egypt is calling.” And we all shouted in one voice as if it were a tune, Oh my homeland, we are all sacrificed for you, victory or martyrdom. It was repeated by every soldier, hello, as usual, so that Egypt will always have sovereignty and leadership. How could it not, when it is the mother of the world and has the best and bravest leaders, so listen, gentlemen citizens, we crossed and won, and we raised the flag, so who dares to go too far?!! We were not defeated by enemy aircraft or tanks. We dug our trenches and stuck to our weapons. We were not defeated by false slogans. We sang the victory song, O Egypt, for you always have full sovereignty. In my words... Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalbi 
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ثرثرة مع البحر

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جلست بجوار البحر

أثرثر معه فى ساعة سمر

وتأملت امواجه تتلاطم

ووجدت معها همومى تتعاظم

وسمعت هديره يتحدث لى

ويشير لى ان اقتربى منى

انا صديقك ففضفضى لى

فأنت فى أمس الحاجة لصديق

ولقد قيل دوما ان الصديق وقت الضي

فلا تدعى همك لحلو الحياة يعيق

واستيقظى يافتاة وفيقى

فأنا معك دوما أفضل رفيق

وتسامرنا وتناقشنا ووصلت لقرار

اننا أصدقاء وليس بيننا أسرار

واننى مهما حدث فليس لى من القدر فرار

وعندها زال همى وغمى

فالبحر خير دواء لهمى

وتناسيت غدر الحبيب

بصفاء وحكمة بحر لبيب

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

Gossip with the sea ******* I sat next to the sea, chatting with it in the dark hour, and I looked at its waves crashing, and I found my worries growing with them, and I heard its roar talking to me and signaling to me to come closer to me, I am your friend, so talk to me, for you are in dire need of a friend, and it has always been said that a friend is in times of need. Do not let your concern for the sweetness of life hinder you. Wake up, girl, and wake up. I am always with you, the best companion. We chatted and discussed, and I reached the decision that we are friends. There are no secrets between us, and no matter what happens, I have no escape from fate. And then my anxiety and fainting disappeared, for the sea is the best medicine for my anxiety, and I forgot the treachery of the beloved, with the purity and wisdom of an eloquent sea. With my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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تكوين كلمة

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جلست يوما مع أحرفى

وسألتها ترى ما معنى الكلمة؟!!

وكيف تتكون منكى فى جملة؟!!

كلمة ذات وزن رنان ك عملة

ف أجابت قائلة

اننى أبحث عنها وأشعرها بين حروفى

ف تنساب لتكون باقة تلائم ظروفى

ابحث عنها فى كل شئ يوفى

ابحث عنها فأجدها فى الحق

اجدها فى العدل

أجدها فى الرحمة

اجدها فى كل شئ جميل وسط الزحمة

أجدها فى العشوائية

أجدها فى العفوية

أجدها فى طبيعة مزدهرة مروية

الكلمة نور

وبعض الكلمات قبور

الكلمة سور لكل قبيح فى حياتى

الكلمة فيها حياتى ومماتى

الكلمة هى أنا وكل ذاتى

الكلمة حماية

الكلمة وقاية

الكلمة عناية

الكلمة فضفضة لما حبسناه وأطلقه القلب والروح

الكلمة بوح

الكلمة شفاء للجروح

الكلمة هى قلبى وكل الروح

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

Formation of the word ******** One day I sat with Harfy and asked her: What is the meaning of the word?!! How can you be composed in a sentence?!! A word with a resonant weight like a coin. She replied, saying, “I search for it and I feel it between my letters, so it flows to become a bouquet that suits my circumstances. I search for it in everything that fulfills it. I search for it and find it in truth. I find it in justice. I find it in mercy. I find it in everything beautiful in the midst of crowding. I find it in randomness. I find it in... I find spontaneity in a flourishing, irrigated nature. The word is light and some words are graves. The word is a wall for every ugliness in my life. The word is in it, my life and my death. The word is me and everything. My self, the word, the protection of the word, the protection of the word, the care of the word, loosening what we have locked up and releasing it, the heart and soul. The word, revealing the word, is a healing for wounds. The word is my heart and the whole soul is in my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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علم ولد

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علم ولد تبنى بلد

علم صبية تكسب قضية

علم شاب لالوم ولا عتاب

علم شابة تلقى محبة

العلم للولد سند

العلم مية وهواء

وهيبة بكساء

وضمير ذو نقاء

وقوة لحب البقاء

بالعلم نقضى على الكساد

ونحارب الفساد

ونجنى خير حصاد

ف ليحيا التعليم بلا حدود

العلم عالم بلا حدود

يبنى كبارى ويزيل سدود

ويفتح كل باب مسدود

ويلين الحبل المشدود

ويذوب حديد وقدود

ويطيل عمر معدود

وينور عقل محدود

ويجيب حيرة سؤال بلا ردو

وينشر محبة بعد صدو

ويساعد كل يد ممدود

ويبنى دربنا بأمل موعود

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

Educate a boy **** Educate a boy Adopt a country Educate a young girl wins a case Educate a young man No blame or reproach Educate a young woman who receives the love of education for the boy The support of knowledge is water, air, and prestige Cloaked and a conscience of purity and strength For the love of survival With education, we eliminate stagnation, fight corruption, and reap the best harvest, so may education live without The limits of knowledge are a world without borders. It builds bridges, removes dams, opens every blocked door, softens the tight rope, melts iron and iron, prolongs a limited life, enlightens a limited mind, answers confused questions without answers, spreads love after obstacles, helps every outstretched hand, and builds our path with promised hope. With my pen... Howayda Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalbi 
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شعارات

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مقضينها شعارات...مؤتمرات..ندوات..محاضرات

اجتماعات..حوارات

والتعلب فات فات

وفى ديله سبع لفات

والوطن قالوا مات

وشغال مظاهرات

والأسعار بقت نار

والكاش قالوا طار

لاسيولة ولا حتى فار

والعيش قالوا طابور

والعدد محدود ياخوفى يبور

والبعدا منشرحى الصدور

لاجايبين خبر هس امسك لسانك اوعى تثور

الثورة عار

بتقيد النار

يابنى خليك جبان

اوعى حسك يبان

وأمشى جنب الحيط

لحسن تندم وتقضيها بكا وعياط

قال ايه الجبان ربى عياله

قال ايه الخوف يامحلاه يبقى فاله

بدل ما يشيل حاله

ويضيع الباقى فى ماله

وانت مالك؟!

خليك فى حالك

يكونش ده مش وطنك؟!

يكونش ده مش حالك؟!

يكونش ده مش مالك؟!

يابنى وطنك هوه حالك..هوه مالك

لما تمرض وطنك يتعب

لما تجوع وطنك يتعب

ولما تشبع وتفرح وطنك يلعب

وده المفروض

يعنى ايه كلمة وطن؟!!

يعنى قلب وعقل وبطن

وازاى وطن من غير قلب؟!!

وازاى وطن من غير ملى بطن؟!!

قالوا الجوع كافر

ف ليه ياوطنى بتعافر؟!!

واللى مش طايق هج وسافر

ولما نتكلم يقولوا بجح شيوعى وسافل

ف ليه ياوطنى بتعافر؟!

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

Slogans **** We spend it on slogans... Conferences... Seminars... Lectures Meetings... Dialogues And the game is over and over, and there are seven turns in his country, and the homeland they said is dead, and there are demonstrations, and the prices are on fire, and the cash is gone, and they say there is no liquidity, not even a flight, and bread, they say, is a queue, and the number is limited, my fear is going away. And far away, I won't open my chests to answer any news now. Hold your tongue, don't revolt. The revolution is shameful. It's a shame to be chained to the fire, my son. Be a coward. Be aware. Your senses are showing. And I walk beside the wall. You'll regret it and spend it crying and crying. He said, "What a coward, raise his family." He said, "What a fear, oh sweet one. He'll stay alive instead of taking care of himself and wasting the rest of his money, and you're yours." ! Stay in peace, because this is not your homeland?! Is this not your case?! Isn't this your fault?! My son, your country is how you are.. it is your fault when you get sick, your country gets tired, when you are hungry, your country gets tired, and when you are satisfied and happy, your country plays, and what is the word “homeland” supposed to mean?!! It means a heart, a mind, and a stomach. What is a homeland without a heart?!! What is a homeland without a full stomach?!! They said: Hunger is an infidel, so why do you, my country, fight each other?!! And those who can't stand it go away and travel, and when we talk, they say, "You're a communist and a bastard. Why are you fighting each other, my country?" With my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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شعارات٢

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ليه ياوطنى بتعافر؟!!

المفروض نموت من الجوع

المفروض منعرفش الكوع من البوع

المفروض نعيش الخوف والروع

المفروض منسألش ايه النظام والنوع

هوه ده معنى الوطن

هوه ده حب الوطن؟!!!

ليه ياوطن احبك وماتراعنيش؟!!!

ليه ماتراضنيش؟! ليه عايزنى فى جوع وضنك اعيش؟!!

وان طالبت بحقى تقول مفيش

وان تكلمت تقول مايهمنيش

تتقهر تجوع تموت او تعيش

ليه ياوطن انت ظالم؟

وانت بحال أولادك عالم

ليه تخلينا فى وهم حالم؟

وفى الأخير تطلع كداب وظالم

اللى حواليك ناس مش بهايم

ليه نعيش وسط ناس مظالم

الله عليك ياوطن محتال وحالم

ده كنا فاكرينك ياوطن مسالم

الله عليك يابلد

وياعينى على حال الولد

اللى بكى وتعب لكنه لربه سجد

ودعى لربه وعبد

وقال يارب ياتيجى ساعة اللحد

يايتعدل حال البلد

ويلا نقضيها حساب وعتب

ويلا نطالب بحق البلد

واتشجع وطالب ياولد

ده هو عليك حق البلد

يارب أصلح حال البلد

اللى ملهاش بعدك سند

واستجابتك لدعوانا هية العمد

الله ليك يابلد

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

Slogans 2 ***** Why are you fighting each other, my country?!! We are supposed to die of hunger, we are supposed to not know the elbow from the store, we are supposed to live in fear and horror, we are supposed to not ask what the system and the type is this, is this the meaning of the homeland, is this the love of the homeland?!!! Why do I love you, homeland, and you don't care about me?!!! Why don't you please me?! Why do you want me to live in hunger and hardship?!! And if I demand my right, you say there is nothing, and if I speak, you say I don’t care, you can be oppressed, starve, die or live. Why, my country, are you unjust? Why do you know how your children are, why do you leave us with a dreamy illusion? In the end, you appear to be a liar and an oppressor. Those around you are people who are not beasts. Why do we live among unjust people? God be upon you, my nation, a fraudster and a dreamer. We thought of you, my peaceful nation. God be upon you, my country, and help me in the condition of the boy who cried and was tired, but to his Lord he prostrated and prayed to his Lord and worshiped and said, “Oh God, the hour of the grave will come. Oh, the condition of the country will be improved. Woe to you.” We spend it in reckoning and blaming. Let us demand the rights of the country. Be encouraged and demand this boy You have the right of the country, O Lord. Correct the condition of the country that has no support after you. Your response to our prayers is the same. May God bless you, country. With my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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أحذرنى 

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تمتمت لى نفسى قائلة احذرنى ياأنا

ك حديث عاشقة لعشقها المنتهى

تمتمت بصوت خافت كأنما تحدث الأنا

يانفسى اننى لست مغرمة بالفنا

اننى أتوق لعشق كله هنا

اكون انا ملكته وكل المنى

لاأريد من يخلف موعدى وينسانى انا

من لايجعلنى ضى عينيه وكل السنا

احذر ذات يوم من تمرد تلك الأنا

لو أهملتها يوما يا ويلك

لن تجد لقلبها يوما اليك سبيلا

لاتجعلها تعانى تباريح الهوى طويلا

وأجعل كل أيامها نغمات جميلة

ولاتجعل الوصول الى حبك مستحيلا

حتى يقرر الله أمرا كان مفعولا

ولاتجعل كلماتك غليظة ثقيلة

كن لها كالماء عذب سلسبيلا

كن لها قلبا وقالبا مستديما

حتى لاتتمرد وتثور ثورة عنيفة

عندها فقط فلتحذرنى ياأنا

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

Beware of me ******** My soul murmured to me, saying, “Beware of me, oh, I am like a lover talking about her ultimate love.” She murmured in a low voice, as if the ego was speaking, “My soul,” that I am not in love with art. I long for all of love. Here I will be its queen and all its semen. I do not want anyone to break my appointment and forget me. I am the one who does not make me miserable. His eyes and all our teeth, beware one day of the rebellion of that ego. If you neglect it one day, oh woe, her heart will never find a way to you. Do not make her suffer from the bouts of passion for a long time, and make all her days beautiful tunes. Do not make it impossible to reach your love until God decides a matter that has been done. And do not make your words harsh and heavy. Be for her like water, sweet and smooth. Be for her a heart and a permanent heart so that she does not rebel and erupt in a violent revolution. Only then beware of me, O Anna, with my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al Kamlabi 
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حضن امى

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فى حضن أمى

أنسى همى

وابتسامتها بتزيل غمى

لما ابعثر حزنى حواليها تقولى لمى

وتشيل اللقمة وتحطها فى تمى

وتزرع خيرها زهور وتقولى شمى

ولما أخاف تضمنى وتقولى ادارى فى كمى

وتجيب الفرح ليا وتقولى خمى

وتفرد ايديها وتقولى تعالى فى حضنى ضمى

وتقولى الحزن شيليه من عينيكى وفى قلبى حطى

ده انتى فى الحياة حظى

وانتى حياتى وعمرى وحبى

ده انتى لسة فى عينى طفلة لسة بتخطى

دايما بتذكرك واذرف دموعى

واقول الله يرحمك ياامى

ده انتى اللى وصانى المولى بيكى

والجنة تحت اقدامك وبدعيلك دايما ياأمى

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

My mother's embrace ***** In my mother's embrace, I forget my worries and her smile removes my grief. When I scatter my sadness around her, she says to me, and she takes out the morsel and places it in my mouth, and plants the best of it with flowers, and says smell it, and when I'm afraid she hugs me and says, "Run in my sleeve" and brings joy to me, and says, "Hello," and she spreads her hands and says, "Come in my embrace, embrace me." And you say, remove the sadness from your eyes and put this in my heart You are my luck in life, you are my life, my life, and my love. You are still a child in my eyes. You are still skipping. I always remember you and shed my tears and say, “May God have mercy on you, my mother.” You are the one who the Lord has commanded me to be with you. Paradise is under your feet and I always pray for you, mother. With my pen.. Howaida Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalabi 
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مولد النبى المختار

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فى مولد النبى خاتم الرسل المصطفى محمد

والذى لربه شكر وصلى وحمد

وسبحان من جعل الماء جمد

ما ضل صاحبكم وما غوى ولا عزمه خمد

راعى اليتامى اللين الهين الذى للجرح ضمد

وأقسم بالله الذى رفع السماء بلا عمد

الكاظم الغيظ العافى عن الناس بلا كمد

الذى بالاسلام لنا وهب وأعطى وأمد

والذى لم تكل عزيمته ولا كل ولا همد

كان تكاله على الله صبر واحتسب واعتمد

سبحانه جل جلاله الواحد الصمد

محمد خير وخاتم الرسل

الذى برسالته للكون وصل

محمد نبى الله الأمى

الذى ما عبس فى وجه الأعمى

النبى فاضل الأخلاق الأسمى

محمد ابن عبدالله

الذى صلى وعبد الله

وأمه آمنة بنت وهب

 واكرمها الله بمحمد و لها وهب

وجده عبد المطلب

وعمه ابو طالب

وبحق أل البيت الكريم

صلوا عليه وسلموا تسليما عظيم

بقلمى..

هويدا محمد الحسن عثمان الكاملابى

The Birth of the Chosen Prophet ********** In the birth of the Prophet, the Seal of the Messengers, the Chosen One, Muhammad, to whose Lord he gave thanks, prayed, and praised, and Glory be to Him who made the waters froze. Your companion has not gone astray, nor gone astray, nor has his resolve been extinguished. The gentle, easy-going shepherd of the orphans, who bandaged up the wound and swore by God who raised the sky. Without the suppression of anger, who spared people, without the suppression of the one who in Islam is ours, he bestowed, gave, and provided. And the one whose resolve did not tire, nor did he tire, nor did he give up, his dependence on God was patient, considered, and depended. Glory be to Him, glory be to Him, the One, the Almighty, Muhammad is the best and the Seal of the Messengers, who with his message to the universe reached Muhammad, the unlettered Prophet of God, who never frowned. In the face of the blind, the Prophet, the virtuous one, the highest morals, Muhammad Ibn Abdullah, who prayed and worshiped God, and his mother Amina bint Wahb, and God honored her with Muhammad and her Wahb, and his grandfather Abdul Muttalib and his uncle Abu Talib, and for the sake of the family of the Noble House, pray for him and give great greetings with my words.. Howayda Muhammad Al-Hassan Othman Al-Kamalbi 
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