Must I shout for you to hear me?
Oh, must I scream for you to see me?
Must I shout for you to hear me?
Oh, must I scream for you to see me?
Your name!
Shines and glimmers on the sky.
Your name!
Tattooed in the stars, shining in the eternity.
I’ve never met a person to enjoy life, music, series, coffee, his cigarette like Abu Samra. Yes, you got it right! Father smokes. It might be part of his “I don’t give a damn about…
Fireflies spring from your essence,
I woke up to the sunrise of your flame,
Your sky ablaze, radiant and warm.
I am sorry I couldn’t let you drown in your sorrow,
The ray of the sun do borrow.
“She placed a screen
(To screen herself) from them:
Then We sent to her
Our angel, and he appeared”