تتجد وتنوع فصولةالسنة

السنة لها فصول وشهور تتجدد بتنوع ثابت كل الاشياء هنا مستمرة بملامح ثابتةو متجددة بمعالم ومعايير واضحة بمفهوم عميق بعيد عن السطحية والهشاشه 

 فمهما السماءوتكدرت وامطرت  والرعد صرخت وزمجرت والسحاب غيمت طما كما للحمامة مهبط كذلك كل الطيور تسابق بعضها في الهبوط والعودة الى عشها لكن الحمامه لها طقس يختلف عن الجميع  لها مسرح ومطار ومدرج وعش ومخبئ مختلف تحط على الكتف تدمي او تشفي الجرح  كي تشرب كي ترقص كي تسمع كي تلعب تستشعر همس الهمس تشتسعر حرارة المشاعر باحساس النبض بنبض القلب تلامس الانامل شرارة كهرباء النبض ترجمت خطت نقشت ورسمت ملحمة لن تتكرر ولن يستطيع احد طمسها للتاريخ ذاكرة لا تنسى لا تميز  تعمل كشاهد صادق للتاريخ قلم يحلل يسجل يقيد يوثق   

all things with constant

اThe year has seasons and months that are renewed with constant diversity. All things here continue with fixed and renewed features, with clear landmarks and standards, with a deep concept far from superficiality and fragility.

 No matter how dark the sky was and rained, and the thunder screamed and roared, and the clouds clouded with rain, just as the dove has a landing strip, so all the birds compete with each other to land and return to their nest, but the dove has a different weather from everyone else. It has a different stage, airport, runway, nest, and hideout. It lands on the shoulder, bleeds or heals the wound, to drink, to dance, to hear. You play, you feel the whisper of a whisper, the heat of feelings is felt by the feeling of the pulse with the heartbeat, your fingertips touch the spark of electricity of the pulse, translated, written, engraved and drawn, an epic that will not be repeated, and no one will be able to erase it for history, an unforgettable memory that does not distinguish, that works as an honest witness to history, a pen that analyzes, records, records, and documents.

The year has seasons and months

The year has seasons and months that are renewed with constant diversity. All things here continue with fixed and renewed features, with clear landmarks and standards, with a deep concept far from superficiality and fragility.

 No matter how dark the sky was and rained, and the thunder screamed and roared, and the clouds clouded and became black and dark, and the lightning waved and shone, and the winds blew, and the weather changed and varied in temperature and cold, the features of nature did not change. Likewise, things here will not change. It is not a possibility or imagination, but rather a certainty and confirmation.
That dove in the refuge flew away, but came back and landed in a can in its landing. To drink, to dance, to listen, to play. To feel the whisper of a whisper. The heat of the feelings flares up with the feeling of the pulse with the pulse of the heart. The fingertips touch the spark of electricity of the pulse. It was translated, written, engraved, and drawn. An epic that will not be repeated, and no one will be able to erase it to history. An unforgettable, indistinguishable memory. It acts as an honest witness to history, a pen that analyzes, records, and documents

صباح الخير تحياتي كثير رائعة وجميلة

تحية صباحية 🌞 تلك التحية اللطيفة 😍 ❤️ كثيرا 🙂 💓 معكم، 😍 💞 أغنية الصباح فيروز، أغنية السيت 🌞 صباح الخير 💯 😊 لمن معي والمصباح 🎴. صباح جميل. حلو الفجر. اه 😳 صباح الحلو . هناك صباح. يشرق الصباح وتشرق معه الأمنيات. كل صباح يأتي حاملاً معه الأمل. ومع كل أمنياتنا ترتفع. لذلك 👐 😺 نافذة الصباح واعبر بحار الحياة بمجاذيف التفاؤل وقوة الإرادة بعد فضل الله، وحين تشعر أن لطف الله سيصل إليك. الصباح لا يتغير، ولكن كل يوم يأتي أجمل. عطر الله صباحكم برضاه

greetings morning 🌞

greetings  morning 🌞  that greetiing nice 😍 ❤️ much 🙂 💓 with you, 😍 💞 morning song fairoz, song alsait 🌞 morning good 💯 😊 to those who are with me and the lamp is 🎴. Sweet morning. sweet 🧁 dawn. Oh 😳 sweet morning. There is a morning. The morning rises and wishes shine with it. Every morning comes bringing with it hope. And with every , our wishes rise. So 👐 😺 the morning window and cross the seas of life with the oars of optimism and willpower, after God’s grace, and when you feel that  God’s kindness will reach you. The morning does not change, but every day comes more beautiful. May God perfume your morning with His satisfaction.

life is a beginning and an end, a smile and a tear

It is said that every tear has an end and an end, that is, a tear is a smile, and every smile has an end and an end, that is, a smile is a tear, and the melody of life is a beginning and an end, a smile and a tear, so do not be very happy and do not be very sad, for if one of them befalls you, your share with the other will come with the page of fate.

It is also said that the pen is your friend that stays with you as long as you care for it, and it is your tool that reflects your person on the mirror of paper. It is God’s gift to some people who carry it as a weapon and a beacon that translates the misery of their hearts and wounds into lanterns that illuminate the paths of happiness for others.

this is good idea

Nothing can spoil your smile, for you are the beginning and you are the news. If a day comes and you see that I am walking on foot or riding on the back of a horse, there is no harm there. Rather, the sound of your laughter must be loud. Every color is your color, and if the color and location of my horse vary, in all colors you lie in it, and this and that are not one of the other. Or part of all that is involved is preserving the elegance of the place and driving traffic to keep the idea alive. There are no applicable steps, no domain, no hosting, no content, and no ready plan. All that is in it are some crumbs and letters, lines of scattered words, an idea that has been prepared and presented as a seed or seedling project. From the planting of a tree that was not planted, it can be transformed by other things that have not been activated. We can only preserve its splendor.

صورة ومشهد

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كان الوقت الفطور في يوم صيام من اخر ساعة لشهر رمضان عزومة برفقة ابني قصي 30 رمضان 1444ه  فالجو ممطر وكان لابداء من توثيق المشهد بابصورة والكلام وفي الختام  صلوا على خير الانام

🌙 moon light

Lines of moonlight extend and fall on my chest, and it dangles and sways on a window couch. I investigate the appearance of the moon and count its positions. The question haunts me: where does the moon lie now?

moon light

 Lines of moonlight extend and fall on my chest, and it dangles and sways on a window couch. I investigate the appearance of the moon and count its positions. The question haunts me: where does the moon lie now?