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You lie through your tears
And you lie through your teeth
And you lie whenever you say you care
Or when you care to say anything at all

And you lie to yourself
Without having to lie for others
Without having to know it

And you know the lie
Without acknowledging it
Without having to care to do so

” I realize desire
And trembling in the anger
Though I know that you’re a great liar The world is painted in dark grey “

We lie when we don’t lie
And we lie when we lie

And it’s the greatest sin and it’s the greatest redemption
And it’s the greatest key
And it’s the greatest fee ,
That you give yourself
That you give to others

And it’s formless
To anything
And it’s merciless
To you
And it’s shameless
To others

And if you could split the world in two
It’s those who lie
And those who knows it

And it hurts when you know they lie
And it hurts when you do alone
And it hurts when they lie when they wish you the best , or when they wish you to live , or when they wish you to be you

((there is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft. When you kill a man, you steal a life… you steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a ather. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness… there is no act more wretched than stealing.))

-Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

steal or lie , the same face to the same coin to everything..
Lmohem lneye

The world outside is either celebrating or fighting on and event ,
Independence and victorious event ,
And amidst all this i didn’t find my part
So i tried searching for my part , i tried feeling belonging , but i couldn’t,
And i asked again , myself , the one not feeling , and the one feeling :
Why should i call my birthplace, the country I’ve been born into , a home ?
I have no obligations
I don’t call it so
I don’t feel any attachment whatsoever to it ,
Nor it’s people , nor it’s ideas and nor it’s ideologies.

I don’t belong to any certain land , any certain limitation , to any certain group or to any certain country ,
I’m from the ground to the ground ,
And I’m a piece of it,
While everyone is fighting over who’s the coolest over it..

I tried feeling a sense of pride of many past accomplishments that happened then i wondered ,
Pride ain’t true ,
And i wasn’t there nor born ,
And i don’t know the people ,
And if i told myself i should feel proud or happy because of things other did then why ?
If the answer is because i share the same piece of land as them then I’m insane , or even the same religious stem ,
Then if i tried to think of it as an event of salvation or freedom then , are we ?
Are we ? No
Are we ? No
Are we ? Fr ? No

We’re slaves to ourselves before anything ,
To media ,
To many powers
Inner and outer
Without acknowledging it .

If i tried to feel happy because of the same righteous acts or ideologies i support then i should know that there barerly ain’t any of these anymore..

I can post and share and hallelujah
But i try to analyze , gaze and stay tru , without emotions kicking in.

Tbh i never celebrated any of holidays or events in my life , because i don’t believe in any , not my bday , time is merely a human construct and all these sets of events are limitations set , mostly don’t have meaning , why should i recognize and go with sth that i believe doesn’t have meaning ?
And I’m talking about 95% of events .
Time is an illusion

And as i don’t feel set for any place , that so to any date , that so to any ideology i can change…
I don’t celebrate simply because i don’t belong, i don’t belong because i don’t understand , i don’t understand because i don’t feel and i don’t so because there’s simply no belonging , to feel like something outer resonates with your inner world , or that something from outer is helping your inner vision of what’s true or right , i don’t go with anything as a home , or event , or worth enjoying , except two things , one is all things , because i belong to these rivers and mountains and trees and sunlight and many infinite moments in these space time dimensions , and i feel i belong there , without what’s the country of them called , without people , whithout the vision of others , i belong to whatever my self dives into , and two is the quraan , cause if there would be any definite place , set , country , time , then quraan is home , islam is home , is the way , the path , the house , the unknown to many , the felt by few , the understood by counted , the lived by lost yet found people and hearts , such as prophets , the ones i call my best friend , the long time long space friends of mine , in god , in eternity , in all days , and all events … ❤

Driving in the dark
80 km/h
Who we are in this complete utter night , darkness ?

Walking in light
Nearly no speed
Who we are when we are absorbed through this white wash of day ?

Through plants , cars , pulps , rocks , through times beyond our grasp..

Who we are in this dark within our heart ? and with minds that can’t grasp the infinite nor the higher realm
?
Who we are in this shell ?
Unknowing, uncertain and unreal ?

Who we are driving in this life , like a dust , on a dust , floating in space , in a super speedy train of a galaxy , in a super trainy truck of constellations , floating in a very very distant blank lonely part of a galaxy ?
In a very very very insignificant non-measured not important slice of time loosing it’s meaning between infinity..

With no mind ahead , with no light , with no road , nor time nor space , just god , the biggest of all comprehension, of all seeing , of all knowing , of all these alternate worlds build upon every sand , wind and molecule..

Who we are driving in this abyss ?
We are the abyss
We are nothing
We are the dark
We will always be
And god , god is way beyond every light could reach.

Today was a fine day ,
A sunny clear day ,
You could hear the sound of leaves and wind all around the forest,
People went surfing ,
And although we had alot of things to do , to play , and to make out of it, weirdly enough we did nothing , all of us at the same time ,
We just came , sit on anne’s doorway and listened to the silence
We were hypnotized by the silence,
Lips drinking juice,
Yellow sandals ,
Hazel reading a book ,
The noise of windy and rose trying to disturb my tranquility…

We had a lot, we planned alot
And we just sit around.. in silence.. and watched alot.

The wet roads,
The bell sound on the door,
Eyes,
People crossing on bicycles down the road ,
Eyes,
Someone’s beautiful scent ,
Kids far away balling at the beach,
Eyes,
Flips of pages,
Alma’s suddenly spreading energy ,
Anne’s mom calling for dinner,
Glittering eyes,
Smiles on lips,
Closed books,
And footsteps of twelve peaceful kids…

Today was a fine day , we did nothing ,
but exist.

I blinked to a cat with one eye,
The left one,
The one i had,
She did so to me with one eye ,
The left one ,
The one she didn’t have..

I ran over the wind,
And a potato bag ran beside me,
It stopped with the wind ,
While i stopped when I’ve beaten it..

And they ran in the novel,
And they ran in the nights,
And they ran in the school in a middle of nowhere,
And they ran with the kites,
And they ran with tears,
And they ran with the memories over the years,
And they ran with the ocean of fears,
And the ocean of birthdays,
The ocean of a thousand hope and a thousand tide..

What beyond them ?
Where did they run too ?
I’ll not accept it ,
I’ll not accept a sad story,
Or a tragedy,

And if the heavens are sending me signs,
Heavenly are heavens signs..
And if heavens carving a path,
A path of heaven it carves..
and if i ever lose my way to heavens ,
Heavens will find your way to you..

As long as you run,
It runs more to you,
As long as you make meanings it gives signs,
And as much it doesn’t care about meaning,
You do.

And as much as there is roads there’s revelations and signs,
And it’s not over,
You wrote this when you’re dreaming,
And you saw the cat in your sleep,
With one eye..
And it doesn’t seem like, someone will understand you
With two eyes..
Or knows what you’re meaning,
You know what you’re meaning ,
You just don’t know what is it.

The cat blinked.
With one eye.
The left eye.
Forever.
I blinked.
With one eye.
The left eye.
Forever there.

It was Summer 2013 during Ramadan ,
I went with my cousin, neighbors, and our mosque friends to a summer camp.
To cut it short it felt like another place another world back then , all green , green hills like those in japanese anime and , and each group took a cirle or group of single rooms with qarmid ,
I vomited all the way over there , not because of traveling distances but because i was sick , i was sad because i couldn’t fast and i didn’t know i even wasn’t supposed to fast because of traveling..
We played football , wrestled , and set our bags in the rooms and spend the day outside,
They told us of the many things to do at night and it looked great ,
Then it was time for dinner , everyone from all groups sat in a cafeteria that was up above the hill and we began iftar , i wasn’t fasting and i ate all day so i wasn’t hungry , i finished the first one , got up and went outside , maybe because i love empty night spaces , maybe that’s who i am , i looked across and i saw the shop open , i wanted to buy chips but the money i had were in my bag in the room all the way down there , it was the most far to reach room in the entire camp , but i went on walking, the camp was all lighted up , even our circle , but except out room, no lights no electricity , i opened the door, ticked all the switches , nothing , ticked again , nothing..
I brought my bag and sat on the doorway to catch some light, got the money and turned around to put back the bag in the closet, when i put it , a song came out , it exploded through all the dark room and i was looking at a dark abyss not knowing what was there , a djin voice was laughing , a laugh so terrifying and sarcastic i couldn’t even imagine before , it echoed without a single point of if ,
I ran
And it’s funny that when i think of this now i laugh although it was one of the most terrifying and frightening moments of my life , but i ran , i ran alllll the way while fearing to even put my legs on the ground , i was flying
And how i wished someone was filming how i ran , i still till today don’t doubt i would’ve broken the world record…
I just remember legs, lights ,grass and me screaming for the captain,

everyone rushed out , i couldn’t speak , but they got the few words i was telling , djin down there , i don’t remember anyone laughed but they were speculating and i was too, we told let’s go all together and figure it out , we went and when we reached the room the lights were all back again , still surprised , we searched for someone , nothing , anything here there , nothing , for the next two hours it was others reading doaa and prayers on me and then we went to the nught prayer , i was scared because my feet were all liqued-ish althrough i just touched grass bare-footed , we went on , we played football , we swam , we had one of the best night , although now i don’t know anyone of these kids anymore , i don’t know anything about my childhood friends and my neighbors anymore , to get back , everyone was denying what i experienced then , but one things was sure , NO ONE , NO ONE slept inside all the rooms that night… we layed outside and slept on the grass , with a starry night and we woke up after sunrise with the sun burning our faces , when it was time to go we went inside again to pick and organize our stuff , i was putting all my stuff in the bag while sitting on the bed with my cousin and there was the captain and 6 others of us in the room wrestling , suddenly, the sound cane out again , i looked around ,it really did , and everyone is there … my cousin jumped and hugged me and we rushed to the corner of the bed , one was laying on the ground just got up and was jumping , others rushed outisde quickly and someone rushed and jumped out of the window and the other followed him to see if anything is outside … hilarious istg , anw it turns out it was a ringtone a boy had , and he never told anyone , he might have never knew it was his phone ringing , yeah that’s it ,a ringtone on the phone that rang inside an empty closest in the same time and circumstances that let this story to happen …

“I dream . sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do”

Im zaki
I dunno how much you know me but I dont even know myself , although I love myself and im proud of me , and glad for it , this me is just a character and it’s composed of different personas , I play each according to the situation.
Im 21 , laying in my bed , its late night , night , spring , ramadan , day off , and im already tired , im both lost and found. I have pure ocd, I’m messy , simple , talkative but completely calm , Im a passing wind , I wanna do some cool tattoos and I’m about to break bad , I have faith but no hope , I’m struggling to get a better spiritual journey and

connection to god , and im living many battles inside and outside , but I don’t talk , I live in a world on my own so whatever happens happens , im cold blooded , I’ll break you insane , im manipulative in a way , im the worst enemy for the world and the best hero for you , I wanna burn cities , I wanna read alot of mangas and I really wanna be a writer . I’m good at nothing , not a single specific thing , but not going to care tbh ,I don’t give a shit about looks , I don’t care for the way you eat or behave or breath , if the world is ending im gonna drink a cup of tea and watch it , that’s the person I am , a watcher , a flow that watches things flow ,I’m getting to realize that this outer world is just my exteneded body.
Been a year since im last active on social media and it’s fine , whatever you say or share willnt be remember after 50 years , you are nothing , we’re all shit , we’re all dancing dying bags . the only person I miss is someone whos never gonna be back , and to speak of which im truly in love with many people , just tired of them and tired of trying to care for everyone , I want to go , I want to leave uni , to leave work , to leave friends and family , I want to leave and start an entire peaceful completely another life . I here , feel like , that I’m glad I existed , and went here , I will not be remembered , neither my stories , nor the memories I had , nor all the feelings for anyone , but the universe knows , I might be good or bad or those many types in them , but I love some little stuff in life , stars , fiction , fridge , noodles , classicals , grass , flow of things and im even polyamorous , I want to either live or die , I love angels and rabbits , I want to fly , I carried the weight of worlds , who carried me ? I am the color of dawn , I am the violet in night , I want a way out

I am LRS JAH JAS SM RM IM W

I am Z

“It’s only so much you can take before you break”
I’ll be egoestic here and say , I’m the most calm person you’ll know in your entire life , not because I want to keep things inside , but because I have no energy to argue or talk or care of whatsoever , and although I got people I can go to , but ive been through shit no one knows shit about , ask pure ocd , and from time to time its like burdens sticking up to my body . I acknowledge the fact that god gave me many gifts and blessings but maybe I just got a bad luck , its like a devil shadow following me from inside and someday gonna explode .

And by breaking apart I recall people like Heisenberg or mob psycho or guts… lately I think I passed through a fine time but it’s all anxiety over anxiety and trying to keep it cool with people and family , I bought too a new motorcycle three weeks ago and on the second day while putting it at the warehouse at work underground a supplier just I dont know the fuck how went and hit it with his truck , I fucked the warehouse , I screamed that it was empty and everyone 2 floors above came rushing down , I broke things that I have no idea how or when I broke them , it’s like I wasnt me , I was my revenge on my luck , my madness inside on my life , then at night I came back home to be shocked that one of the most people I ever loved has died , she was my best teacher , she was still young , I loved her , she cared for me at a dark time I needed someone and I was searching for a way these years to find her and talk to her again… I forgot about my life and my anger and whatever the hell was going through my day and I was just calm and I cried , things just break you in different ways .

I recall guts and all these rages he had , he had a home , friends , and he lost them in betrayal and in the worst possible way so he went for revenge and found another home in his way ,

and mostly he was broken but he found compassion and humanity along the way .

same as mob , mob was a man with power , but with kindness in a place without it , that he was pushed to exceed his 100% and explode , only to find how to turn it into explosive goodness and trying to be good even if nothing is to him

Luffy on the other hand kept on smiling and smiling , then he broke down when he lost his brother and his crew were wiped out , he broke himself so he can stop and look for a way to move forward , to get stronger for them , to smile again .

And as for others
Kaneki broke because he was tired of staying on the good side , tired of being good , he broke the ghoul inside of him and got to the other side because he can’t take it more

, as for Heisenberg, Heisenberg from beaking bad… really did break well , when you do sth just for yourself , just to feel alive , just to break from all the chains and characters you’re playing in your life , even if you did bad

. bad like eren did , although sometimes I think he did nothing wrong , we all expect that from our savior whether it’s jesus or al mahdi , to wipe out evil even if it means killing people , and for him , they took everything from him , killed him mother , friends and comrades , and called him devil , so he broke out and let out the devil in him.

Anyway the thing is we are all suffering and battling fear , all searching for ourselves and all might go down someday or break like hell , in many different ways

, and maybe for me someday I might break 100% like mob and destroy an entire city , maybe ill break free like mr white , maybe ill break from all those grudges in my chest and miseries in my life , maybe ill split apart like kaneki or find myself like the others , someday …

maybe I’ll be good and bad and at that moment ill be a great hero for myself or the worst villain for the world
Someday , somewhere , somehow

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مسافة كلا أسئلة وتفتيش
مسافة فيها منموت ونعيش
مسافة من الأحزان بيني وبينك يابلد
مسافة أمان

في بيني وبينك طرقات
محفورة بالاحلام محكومة بالتأجيل

في بيني وبينك آهات متروكة للأيام
تداوي القلب العليل

أتعرفين ما هو الوطن يا صفية ؟ الوطن هو ألا يحدث ذلك كله.