شـَهم

متى أَلْقَاكِ؟ وَمَتَى تَضِيق الْمَسَافَة بَيْنَنَا حَتَّى تَصِيرَ خَطَؤُهُ لَا أَكْثَرَ؟ وَإِنْ أَرَاك كُلَّمَا اُشْتُقَّتْ فَلَا احْتَاجَ إلَى الذِّكْرَيَات كَيْ إطْمَئِنْ وَلَا إلَى الصُّوَرِ كَيْ اِبْتَسَم .

‏- عَيناكِ كَالعَراقِ ، مُغريةُ واحَدة دجِلة والأخُرى فَرات عِند رمشَة واحِدة يلتقِيان لِـ يُنسج منهُما شَط العَرب عَيناكِ . . . بغَداد ونسائمُها♥️.

اليحِبك من صدگ ما يحب غيرك ناس بس أنتَ العزيز يشوفك بعَينه .

كُلش صَلب بّس يمَچ أضعف حَيل غَريبه الناس بَس إنتِ وطن رُوحي .

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They walked with the quiet grace of those who had long ago accepted the weight of ordinary life. Upon their heads rested the vessels of daily labour, yet they bore them as though they were crowns rather than burdens. Their eyes were fixed not upon the road beneath their feet, but upon a horizon where hope lingered like the last light of evening. In their silence there was a language no words could fully express a dignity born not of wealth or power, but of endurance. Time would forget their names, kingdoms would rise and vanish, yet the simple rhythm of their lives would remain as enduring as the river that carried the memory of generations."