Days Will Pass, And You’ll Abandon Things

We Killed You And It Was Not New For Us, We Killed The Companions Of The Prophet And The Friends Of God. O How Many Messengers Did We Slay? O How Many Imams? We Killed You And You Prayed The Night Prayer, As All Of Our Days Are Struggle - And All Of Our Days Are Karbala.

Before You Came The World Was Prose. Now Poetry Is Born.

And All The Countries Seemed The Same, That I Don't See Myself There, And I Don't See Myself Here.

Kill Him, Then Hug Him. Men Are More Faithful When Dead.

Love In The Arab World Is Like A Prisoner, And I Want To Set (it) Free. I Want To Free The Arab Soul, Sense And Body With My Poetry. The Relationships Between Men And Women In Our Society Are Not Healthy.