Love harbors the heavens and gates the hells — arabic poems
Love harbors the heavens and gates the hells. It bends time and scatters destinies like the wind with autumn leaves. Arabic poetry by Sadia Hakim
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Love harbors the heavens and gates the hells. It bends time and scatters destinies like the wind with autumn leaves. Arabic poetry by Sadia Hakim
My veins constrict with the madness of Dostoyevsky’s forsaken. I am a black butterfly—I am an unforgettably haunting experience.
My darling, you assume a heart ensures humanity, yet forget how often does it beat in vain.
People justify their wrongdoings, much like an infected limb ignored until it becomes useless. Leprosy deadens the nerves, making a person unable to feel wounds;
I carry this life on my shoulders; even my osteons are tired now. The osteons in me are tired; the marrow in me cries. cosmapoetica series
There’s nothing scarier than standing at a place where you were years ago — mentally, emotionally, or spiritually. There’s nothing more frightening than being the same. — Sadia Hakim
Have you seen men in love? Have you seen women in love? Have you seen people in love? Have you seen humans in love? Love does something to their EXISTENCE.
Love a man, and you will see the weight he carries—silent battles, unseen grief, and a heart that longs to be understood.
History has never recorded a silent collapse. Every fallen empire, every ruined kingdom, every lost civilization left behind echoes of its own destruction—cries of war, screams of rebellion, whispers of resistance. But this? This is different. We are watching our world crumble, and yet, there is no uproar. No defiance. No collective grief. Just quiet […]
The most non-human and disgusting thing about humans is having a heart that doesn’t feel, see, hear, or understand. And neither does it try.