When you are with me
I can feel the soft breeze all around...

Dedicated moms
Are gifts...

I was alone and on my way,
Touch of a soft breeze makes me sway...

I suddenly thought
Why not...

You are in the midst of destruction and fire,
wondering what to do...

Manarat is a Spirit
Manarat is a Message...

She was very rude in her words and expressions,
As if, a type of neglect and damn-care situation...

I just thought I'm at home, far away from my own;
At home with too many brothers 'n sisters...

I was thinking about the #wildfire that swallowed
the forests in Australia...

I was out for some moon-light;
Nobody told me which way to go...

It was a wonderful morning today
As I got up and left for work...

The Fading Color
Ashraf Al Deen...