فَراشِةةَْ

Illusion came like a distant guest,
            soft in its steps, heavy in its promises.
            It filled my hands with borrowed hope
            and drowned me in fragile dreams.
            أَنُوءُ بِنَفْسِي تَعَبًا—
            from believing, from waiting, from following light that was never mine.
            It said: “The world belongs to you alone,”
            so I walked behind the dreams through a night without an end.
            Until truth arrived without warning,
            and morning exposed the lie.
            The illusion dissolved like a mirage,
            and here I stand in the desert of existence,
            seeing nothing but my shadow and my ache.
            O soul, do not trust illusion—
            for it fades like sand,
            while truth remains.

                                                        لِيَاّلٍي مُتَعباً

«لأَ احَلل تِقَلِدْ حَسٰابَي أنَتبِاهٌ ☄️» 

*You're the biggest egoist, and all you care about is making me miserable.* 

Walking through the days alone exhausts me. 

This hollow life has worn me thin.
            My days blur into one another, stripped of purpose. ويُرهِقُني مَشي الأيّام وَحدي__
            I carry the weight with me when I wake,
            and I lay down with it when I sleep,
            as if it has rooted itself inside my chest.
            Sometimes I pause and ask myself—
            did I drift away from life,
            or did life quietly let go of me?

__فَيُعْطِيكَ أَكْثَرَ مِمَّا تَمَنَّيْتَ.