I miss the days when life was small, When nothing hurried, nothing called. When every road was known to me, And home was where I’d always be. I’d leave my school, my day complete, And scan the road for something sweet A glimpse of Dad’s familiar car, And suddenly, the world was ours. I’d climb…

I loved those heels, oh, how I did, They knew my feet, and every step they hid. They carried me through places, days, and nights, Through wrong turns, grand entrances, and city lights. They were soft where they needed to be, Steady enough to carry me. So comfortable, so perfectly worn, A little piece of…

In thirty days the tides can turn, The quiet soul forgets, then learns. A single moon, a fleeting span, Can redraw every careful plan. One foot danced where roots ran deep, Where promises were mine to keep. One reached toward an unseen shore, Knocking softly on fate’s new door. How curious, this heart of mine;…

If one dayyou find yourself stoppingfor no reason at all, and a familiar warmthsettles softly on your shoulder, don’t ask whose hands it was. Some things return to uswithout footsteps,without names. I have buriedevery unspoken wordbeneath a treethat has never forgotten spring. When its branches bloom,they will not carry flowers. They will carryevery kindnesswe almost…

The soul may weep for passing days,Yet knows this world is but a phase;True peace is found when one lets go,And leaves behind what cannot stay. No home awaits when life is done,Except the one our deeds have spun;If built with good, it shines above,If built with wrong, its light is none. Where are the…

There was a desk that learned my name, in tidy lines, in steady frame, where days were filed in black and white and effort dressed itself as right. I showed up early, stayed a while, refined the work, rehearsed the smile, believed that time, if given more, might open some unspoken door. The ceilings didn’t…

When the world is a storm and it pulls you apart, And noise floods the edges of thought and of heart, When everything rushes, demanding you move..  There’s a place within you that does not approve. It does not resist, it does not demand, It waits like still water, untouched, unmanned. While chaos is shouting,…

في دروبِ القلبِ أسعى خاشعًا أطرقُ الأبوابَ بحثًا عن الرِضا ليس مالًا، ليس مجدًا زائلًا بل سكونُ الروحِ إن ضاقَ الفضا يا إلهي، علّمني كيفَ القَبولْ كيف أرضى حينَ تَشتدُّ السُبُلْ كيف أُبصر في البلاءِ نعمةً وأرى اللطفَ الخفيَّ في الثِّقَلْ الرِّضا سرٌّ عميقٌ ساكنٌ في يقينٍ لا يُزعزعهُ الأجلْ هو تسليمُ الفؤادِ لِحُكمِكَ حين…

I am the olive tree.. ancient, awake, A story no storm has managed to break. Before there were borders, before there was name, I stood in the silence, unshaken, the same. My roots run deep where the old voices sleep, Through centuries buried, through secrets I keep. They twist through the earth, through memory and…