"من قال أن الكلمات لا تفعل شيئًا؟ إنها تلمس وتُغرق وتنقد

فمتَى اللِقاءُ وكم يطولُ تساؤلي

هل في الحَياة بَقية لأراكِ؟

إن كانَ عُمري قَد تصرَّمَ وانقضَى

فالعُمرُ يبدأُ حينَما ألقاكِ

If life was a book then meeting you

would be «my favorite» chapter

"ستدرك في وقت متأخر من الحياة أن معظم المعارك التي خضتها لم تكن سوى احداث هامشية أشغلتك عن حياتك الحقيقة"

I don’t care

who is doing better

than me. I am doing better

than I was last year

It’s a war

me vs me

I hate the way you talk to me

and the way you cut your hair

I hate the way you drive my car

I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots

and the way you read my mind

I hate you so much it makes sick

It even makes me rhyme

I hate it- I hate the way you’re always right

I hate it when you lie

I hate it when you make me laugh

even worse when you make me cry

I hate it when you’re not around

and the fact you didn’t call

but mostly I hate the way

I don’t hate you not even close

not even a little bit not even at all

إن كان لي وَطن فوجهك

موطني وإن كان دار فحبُّك داري

من ذا يُحاسبني عليك وأنت لي

هبَةُ السماء ونِعمة الأقدار

as much as they hurt my heart.

I’ll never think of hurting their hearts.

“nobody apologized for how they treated me,they just blamed me for how I reacted”