by Abdelrahman Kamel
No one can remember
The day on December when everything meant nothing and
nothing meant everything.
When I opened the door of a man-made machinery and there it
was.
A piece of my heart was laying there with colorful anxiety
and cheerfulness.
I tried to resist but the smell of happiness overcame me
As waves of joy and
There is no other option but to surrender
As far as I remember
What matters is not our color wealth or gender
We stand strong in times of darkness
But keep in our mind and wonder
As times go by our rose is deserved
By days in which we feel unachieved
Ignorance and tolerance should not put a frown on our lives
and faces
Sometimes surrendering is the most effective weapon used to
attack our enemy but then be deceived. At the end what matters most is not the words of our enemies but the silence
of our friends
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