My periodic schedule came in yellow, the earth narrowed me with what I welcomed, the rate of pain increased, the letters turned black on my face, and my features were covered with fatigue, but I did not cry..!
I went to my friend who does not like sports in search of phrases that make me forget my fatigue, and he said to me: I heard Muhammad bin Hawqan’s poem regarding Al-Ahly..?
So I changed the place looking for a grandmother in my mind to live with her another chapter of my fatigue, and I found nothing but that sea to sing to him and sing to me, and the voice of Muhammad Abdo shared the singing between me and him..!
I heard the constitution of the West Coast, and I said in a tired voice (Oh, if you knew, my love…) I was happy to wander and wander between my fatigue and my sadness, and the voice of the beautiful artist Hassan Khairat took me to Emradem and her sadness, which is similar to mine:
#Sad all night#Emardim
Without a leg, without a picker and a rhythm
And the wind of our loved ones in the house is Haim
No, my friend, and age is a short time
We played with it, me and the distance and it’s over
We followed you but you missed it
Vian #run away from the #difference in my soul
How do I do and heal my wounds
#My soul for you, my heart, my soul
#traveler#my friend oh raid of Allah
I wished that there would be a decision. Rather, I was certain that Al-Ahly would remain where it should be, but they let me down and let down a stadium that represented half the strength of the Saudi League. So, following this betrayal, do you want to write your joy at the expense of our grief?
Unfortunately, yes, and unfortunately, you refused to be among you without knowing why, but we know that the increase decision, which was postponed for a year, might have been presented by a year..!
Finally, the novelist, but rather the religious Maha Al-Issa, says: We believe that the sky is not closed by names and positions, nor is there a temporary dominance and turmoil with a broken sword and dwarf necks that shook hands with the mud of the earth, and that the balance of justice does not suffice on its face nor does it reflect the image of the sun from its west. He always says that the truth is coming and that injustice will shake his back; The names and the dark nights will fall from the blind rooms, it will involve a journey burdened with stigma and victims that will not be broken and oppressed by men, and the extension of its crippling steps will stop, the story that was stabbing the side of glory, history and prestige will end, to be born from the womb of ah to me a new “family” that is high in its appearance This is how the “madmen” stand, foreheads embracing the sky, this is how they sang with one voice.
You have the covenant, love and belonging
Behind you we go morning and evening
to stay glorious
With pride and joy
And a unique
touches the sky.
