Sira ✨

  ::- In the name of your eyes, I saw the life, the beauty of the little wonders, I saw the joy living and the grass growing. The beauty I felt empowered the rest. To one fire man, in the name of your eyes.

 The rain was full in the grass I had to think of you And how to smell a city, you have to smell its grass The raindrops All over the grass And when I think of you The time never passes I smell the rose Over the grass It smells you Chilled & relax When raindrops It sounds like jazz With you, my love All the time passes  “Raindrops fall upon the grass, And thoughts of you make time stand fast. The scent of roses in the air, Reminds me of your gentle care. The rain's soft patter, a jazz refrain, With you, my love, there's no refrain. In your embrace, time flows with ease, Every moment, a cherished breeze.” “Raindrops fall upon the grass, In thoughts of you, time doesn't pass. I breathe the scent of a rose so fair, Its fragrance whispers to you that you're in the air. Chilled and calm, the world at ease, Raindrops' rhythm, a jazzy breeze. With you, my love, time dances by, In your embrace, the moments fly.” And listening to jazz While the rain lasted I want you her...

 Nights, Fears! Light, tears! It was a dark night with a shy moonlight, slightly making an entrance, coming from thousands of years with the love to carry, you asked me if I have fears! I have trust, love, and some tears on my chest,  The love has no end and began thousands of year agos Love has no space for fears The love made me glow in the night of blue The love gave me hope  I love you all kinds of love, I love the love that I have for you — Nights and fears, Light and tears! In a darkened night with a shy moon's gleam, A whisper of ancient light softly streams. From the depths of time, love carried here, You asked if I harbor fears. I hold trust, love, and tears upon my chest, A love with no bounds, from eons it rests. This love, unfettered, knows no fears, In the night's blue glow, it appears. Love, my beacon, in shadows cast, Hope it kindles, steadfast and vast. I love you with every kind of love, A timeless bond, below and above. Nights and fears, Light and tears....

 I thought life would take me in another direction To a place with everyone but still empty.  My grandpa once told me, "Places with no family are not places to stay or to grow." I had a long way with my family So I feel we have a kinda extraordinary relationship Because we worked on it and had many ups and downs. Good days and bad days, too. I remembered when I traveled first time with my older sister, I couldn’t believe she’s the same person I know with my parents We changed a lot, including how we communicate with each other. Now, after years and years of experience and understanding each other After getting to know the person you are and the people around you You know what matters, how to speak, and when.  I couldn’t be more glad to be a sister of my amazing two sisters Who really made changes in my life We even, without realizing those changes Become better every day with the people around us.  Keep sistering 

 It's kinda hard to write about this, to realize that I'm writing it, finally! Having the courage and power to do it. Let me tell you my favorite story about the man I loved the most in my life, this man who made so many changes in my life and others' as well. Many years ago, a simple man was born in Yemen, from a nomadic family originally from Arabia. This man was born without parents, with two great sisters, and he was taking care of them, working and playing, a 14-year-old boy at the time; it was normal to be a father. He was playing with a woman, well not from his social level much because she came from a good known family in the region, but they were kids, playing together, until this young girl has to get married, and her brother was telling her it's the time, she couldn't accept any proposal because yeah she's in love with the young man who was playing with her, right! That was the love they knew at that time. She told her brother, "I want to marry t...

Know your locals, listen to them! Moving to Athens can be overwhelming Moving in General can be overwhelming  Moving is living And living is not always as easy as the books or movies describe and it has its own letting go, fear, and free It's powerful and gives you superpowers somehow I've been moving around a lot For life, for love, and many times for a story Moving in, moving out Breaking in, breaking up Feeling everything and other times nothing I've crossed oceans and deserts And in every place there was a story That's what I finally understood Travelling is about understanding ourselves, boundaries, people, and their stories Since I moved in, my everyday life has been ongoing Sometimes I feel I didn’t have a moment To breathe or to exercise or even  to observe life as I would like to I saw Terrisa, who sells the famous Feta cheese in Athens She has this beautiful smile and her beautiful blue eyes I just felt that whatever she gives me, I will enjoy it I kept meetin...

 Best friend! It's a concept that changes during my life changes I had many best friends in different time and country and period as well some I don't wanna see ever again  and some I forgot about them completely with life changes people will change as well and each person will hold their names and their things to do 

And the 'GOOD' Muslim!   When I was down under last year, A friend told me they were going through a journey A journey of absolute emotional expression. They felt they needed to experience everything fully, to say everything aloud, and to stop hiding their innermost feelings. They asked me to accompany them on that journey, to be their friend along the path. I agreed. Partly out of curiosity, partly because I wondered what it would awaken in me. So I surrendered to it all the anger, the irritation, the uncomfortable honesty. We spoke closely, sometimes too closely, again and again, about what displeased us, What hurt us, What we found difficult in each other. And eventually, I felt the need to express myself more, too. More feelings. More truth. Even my anger. For a time, Anger came out of me in a way that felt unfamiliar. And I found that fascinating. Because anger is never just one emotion. It carries many others within it Hurt, disappointment, fear, and exhaustion. It moves ...

How easily power becomes pain  when it is not held gently.  When I was down under last year, A friend told me they were going through a journey  a journey of absolute emotional expression. They felt they needed to experience everything fully, to say everything aloud, and to stop hiding their innermost feelings. They asked me to accompany them on that journey, to be their friend along the path. I agreed. Partly out of curiosity, partly because I wondered what it would awaken in me. So I surrendered to it all  the anger, the irritation, the uncomfortable honesty. We spoke closely, sometimes too closely, again and again, about what displeased us, What hurt us, What we found difficult in each other. And eventually, I felt the need to express myself more, too. More feelings. More truth. Even my anger. For a time, Anger came out of me in a way that felt unfamiliar. And I found that fascinating. Because anger is never just one emotion. It carries many others within it ...

 I sometimes look back at my life and at the choices I made, And I wonder How interesting life becomes when things don’t go as planned. I used to be a big planner. I planned every detail. I loved watching my plans come true. But life, of course, doesn’t work that way. Many plans failed. Many disappointments arrived. Life happened. There was a year when I compared what I had planned with what actually unfolded. And life surprised me, it always does in ways I could never have designed myself. So I stopped. I stopped planning. I started making goals without forcing myself to reach them. I broke my comfort, my rules, my expectations. And somehow, life filled itself with joy and stories. Sometimes I wonder what if I had said yes to my first relationship? But every No brought me here. Every No I said to choose myself opened another road, another meeting, another version of life. What comes with no is not always light. Sometimes it carries grief. Sadness. Boundaries that hurt to build. Bu...

 I’m Not Ready to Love! I’m not ready. And I’m still learning What does that even mean? I’ve always wondered about the people who say We are born ready. I don’t know How can anyone be ready? all the time for everything. After meeting people, observing them, watching them, listening more than speaking, I realized something simple I need time. Everything needs time. Trees need time to grow into themselves. Soup needs time to become warm and whole. A child needs time before it enters the world. Everything needs time. So when something feels ready without the time before it, I can’t help but wonder How can you love without time to grow into love? How can you be with someone without time to simply be? How can you be ready to fall in love when you haven’t had time to understand what you feel? And maybe that’s the truth. I’m not ready. I need time for that.

I fell in love a million times Once, when I saw you under the sun and once, when I woke under the moon   before the day began Looking at your face Next to mine As the whole world Just began A newborn, I call it A new beginning I fell for the way you taught me love, Once, you sang for me. Like Cante Flamenco Raw Passionate Truthful moving enough to undo me. You held the rhythm And I hold you You were watching the dancer. And I was watching you. As the whole world forgets to spin But I never stopped dancing within If nine is my lucky number, Then ninety-nine is how many times a day Your name touches my heart In a million differet way Once, you smiled back. And once, I learned your smell the kind you don’t forget. I breathed you in. Once, I spoke in Persian. You answered in Arabic. And somehow somehow it felt like magic. Two lovers meeting And a million times, you showed me how to love All kinds of love A million forms   In a million ways. And a million times, I tasted your lips....