❞ Jesus Naser ❝ 💬 اقتباسات من الكتب 📖
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❞ I sat and reconciled We sat around the truce table after years of separation It was an unusual separation, one that was unjustly unfair to a girl. You stabbed my back, you stabbed my chest and my honor. I spoke about what was not in I was a brother after my brother. I considered you a father after my father and you always called me father. You used to say to me: “Kiss my head, I am also your father!!!!!!” Why this change, why this injustice, why this frown towards me? I forgot that I had a God to protect me after you kicked me off the street. At the end of the evening, I was walking and calling out to the Creator for help. Have you forgotten that you expelled me from your house? I have a home with God. I forgot the ten between us, I forgot the salt between us, I forgot The day you asked me from my father to be part of your family and to be a support to it. You expelled me when I was at the height of my weakness. I tell you: I am at the height of my strength. My strength is in being alone, my strength is in my Creator, my strength is in my loneliness. I tell you, unfortunately, we sat around the truce table, but this time It was too late, for the spirit that forgives, pardons, and pardons has died. The one who was pure in conscience died, the permissible one died, the innocent, weak girl died. There is now only a woman with female features, a male mind, a heart of stone, and insensitivity. There is no place to go back and change the past, only a future with new people, chosen people who are not fake, people who fear for my feelings and feelings, who fear for my honor and honor. Yes, there are people who fear for me. I cry, they cry because of my crying, I laugh, they rejoice because of my joy. I need them to be my support and weapon during the treacherous times. I\'m talking about you and I\'m very sorry because what died will not come back to life. I was silent for years, but the innocent girl rose up. Thank you for hurting me. It was the reason I got up after I fell. The weakness in my heart rose up and became a fire that burns around me. It lights the street lights to light up what\'s around others, it illuminates the path of people walking at night. It illuminates the darkness of hearts that are equal after the shadows of years. It illuminates innocent hearts that do not know right from wrong. Now I say to you: “There has been reconciliation between us to the effect that there is no reconciliation or quarrel left between us. Today I no longer see your quarreling, and I no longer see your mistakes and harm. I only see that the period of ten and salt between us was very short and its deadline came on May 31, 2022. It ends here. The friendship between us died and our relationship ended, so let us leave it. God is the best agent. With tears in the heart of Bouchra Delhoum / Algeria / Blida. ❝ ⏤❞ I sat and reconciled We sat around the truce table after years of separation It was an unusual separation, one that was unjustly unfair to a girl. You stabbed my back, you stabbed my chest and my honor. I spoke about what was not in I was a brother after my brother. I considered you a father after my father and you always called me father. You used to say to me: “Kiss my head, I am also your father!!!!!!” Why this change, why this injustice, why this frown towards me? I forgot that I had a God to protect me after you kicked me off the street. At the end of the evening, I was walking and calling out to the Creator for help. Have you forgotten that you expelled me from your house? I have a home with God. I forgot the ten between us, I forgot the salt between us, I forgot The day you asked me from my father to be part of your family and to be a support to it. You expelled me when I was at the height of my weakness. I tell you: I am at the height of my strength. My strength is in being alone, my strength is in my Creator, my strength is in my loneliness. I tell you, unfortunately, we sat around the truce table, but this time It was too late, for the spirit that forgives, pardons, and pardons has died. The one who was pure in conscience died, the permissible one died, the innocent, weak girl died. There is now only a woman with female features, a male mind, a heart of stone, and insensitivity. There is no place to go back and change the past, only a future with new people, chosen people who are not fake, people who fear for my feelings and feelings, who fear for my honor and honor. Yes, there are people who fear for me. I cry, they cry because of my crying, I laugh, they rejoice because of my joy. I need them to be my support and weapon during the treacherous times. I˝m talking about you and I˝m very sorry because what died will not come back to life. I was silent for years, but the innocent girl rose up. Thank you for hurting me. It was the reason I got up after I fell. The weakness in my heart rose up and became a fire that burns around me. It lights the street lights to light up what˝s around others, it illuminates the path of people walking at night. It illuminates the darkness of hearts that are equal after the shadows of years. It illuminates innocent hearts that do not know right from wrong. Now I say to you: “There has been reconciliation between us to the effect that there is no reconciliation or quarrel left between us. Today I no longer see your quarreling, and I no longer see your mistakes and harm. I only see that the period of ten and salt between us was very short and its deadline came on May 31, 2022. It ends here. The friendship between us died and our relationship ended, so let us leave it. God is the best agent. With tears in the heart of Bouchra Delhoum / Algeria / Blida. ❝
⏤ Jesus Naser (عبر منصة المؤلفين)
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❞ Sag feelings \"We will meet again with different hearts\" The last meeting was a cry of sadness for separation against our will. Yes, it was fate that separated us. It left no room for us to meet at a loving dinner table. The last meeting was the separation of two souls, the separation of feelings, the separation of ideas. We could not confront him, except to accept the inevitable fate. But what if we tried?! We might have succeeded, we might have been together now. It is too late and what was has ended. Love and affection have ended and even feelings have disappeared and vanished into the depths of the tyrant of time. Our bodies have grown old, our souls have aged, and here is our first meeting after a hundred years of separation. I felt what I felt. Do you think our feelings flowed again?! Or am I the only one clinging to a cursed past and a buried love? From the beginning, I was a victim of unlucky love. All roads lead to Rome, to a dead end in our love. Imagine that you were in love with me, but I was in love with you. I have been afflicted with the curse of wandering, and you are on the straight path walking comfortably. What has passed has passed and the accursed heart has died. There is now nothing but disappointment, brokenness, pain, sadness and pain. Do not say: You are sensitive, rather it is a bitter truth. I walked the paths of love in you, and I got lost in the maze of passion, then I fell into the pit of seduction, and I could not hold the rope of affection and affection, so they escaped from me, because you did not tighten your grip. You left me in the abyss of love, sometimes making you cry and sometimes making myself cry. In an instant, all the feelings in my heart disappeared. Yes, I became afflicted with the disease of insensitivity. Professor and writer Bouchra Delhoum, Blida, Algeria. ❝ ⏤❞ Sag feelings
˝We will meet again with different hearts˝
The last meeting was a cry of sadness for separation against our will. Yes, it was fate that separated us. It left no room for us to meet at a loving dinner table.
The last meeting was the separation of two souls, the separation of feelings, the separation of ideas.
We could not confront him, except to accept the inevitable fate.
But what if we tried?! We might have succeeded, we might have been together now.
It is too late and what was has ended. Love and affection have ended and even feelings have disappeared and vanished into the depths of the tyrant of time.
Our bodies have grown old, our souls have aged, and here is our first meeting after a hundred years of separation.
I felt what I felt. Do you think our feelings flowed again?!
Or am I the only one clinging to a cursed past and a buried love?
From the beginning, I was a victim of unlucky love. All roads lead to Rome, to a dead end in our love.
Imagine that you were in love with me, but I was in love with you.
I have been afflicted with the curse of wandering, and you are on the straight path walking comfortably.
What has passed has passed and the accursed heart has died. There is now nothing but disappointment, brokenness, pain, sadness and pain.
Do not say: You are sensitive, rather it is a bitter truth.
I walked the paths of love in you, and I got lost in the maze of passion, then I fell into the pit of seduction, and I could not hold the rope of affection and affection, so they escaped from me, because you did not tighten your grip.
You left me in the abyss of love, sometimes making you cry and sometimes making myself cry.
In an instant, all the feelings in my heart disappeared. Yes, I became afflicted with the disease of insensitivity.
Professor and writer Bouchra Delhoum, Blida, Algeria. ❝
⏤ Jesus Naser (عبر منصة المؤلفين)
