Whoever I do not grieve

"We loved people for the sake of Allah, they settled our hearts, so we left their company with them, for fear of the weight of any soul. I did not take you so-and-so. May I love you to have a great living."

I tore out of my heart's passion to anger him, so it was good to joke with angry lovers, so he would desert me and leave him, and he would strike us with the shadows, the question, and the wonder.

Silence does not speak to me nor speak to him, and we wait for the initiator to sob.

My tears overwhelmed me one day when I saw tears of sadness pouring on his cheeks. She cried at her with a turn of good speech, a poem that filled the diaspora of his heart or a supplication, perhaps God would be good.

I marveled at his treachery, leaving me in haste and without hurry, then I decided persistently to withdraw. Your safety, O my soul, from all the tears shed on your eyelids, pouring out, and from every love against you, you insulted treachery, and you were loyal to him and denied a great deal, for your life you do not regret!

Yesterday, you were his purified fragrance, and if he did not know, do not shed blood, my heart, and your passion for him will remain just a remembrance and remorse, and if longing accumulates from us, it is fictitious, so forgive myself for him that one day he died. So, spend your days with the pride of a lonely but beautiful soul and nights, like the moon, and all your moments are fun and luxurious, and sit on the sofa every morning to retreat in the garden of the present and the past. And pray every morning verses of beauty, forgiveness and reassurance.

By Bushra Toghar

From: Libya