not so common sense.

it's like you are gravity,
and i am a tide.

on the hardest type of jihad.

you push them away cause it's the right thing to do.
you push them away, when you want them the most.
you push them away, cause you can't have them the right way.

a part of you is joyful,
you've overcome your nafs.
you are a jihadi.
but a little tiny part,
has a curved mouth,
downwards.

for me. for you.

i don't know if you can understand this.
but leaving you, was loving me.

detoxication of the thoughts.

you keep trying to creep in,
but i will keep fighting to shut you out. 

you always manage to appear.
out of the blues.
unexcused. 

brb.
you are being filtered.

non. sense.

و ناس بتحبهم و انت لسة مقبلتهمش.
وتصاحب ناس متعرفش عنهم حاجة.
وناس ضحكتهم تحكيلاك.
و قطط سودة محدش بيحبها.
و الشمس تيجي و تروح.

و انا باجري ورا الراينبوا.

و الف ليلة و ليلة.
و سلالم مش عارفة هي عايزة اية، عايزاك تطلع ولا تنزل.
و كراسي البحر قاعدة لوحدها علي البحر.
و الملايكة بتنام علي السحاب.

و انا لابسة فستان و برقص علي السما.

a thought.

عايزة ربنا يطبطب عليا.

i will give time, some time.

i am waiting for a surprise.
i am waiting for a surprise from god.

i have faith.

on my birthday.
maybe?