Karya Zhema

"I see dead people"--The Sixth Sense Ambling! Hustling! When my soul wandering all the lands and oceans, My wings couldn't stop peace on them for long: scared. None of the people I met had normal eyes, Their skin were pale, "Hey, buddy! Look at me!" I shouted to them but silent I gotten. For the second thought trying, "Hey, sweetheart! Look at me!" I shouted to them, they stopped walking; Stepped closer emotionless. Trembling feelings in my legs, Then the heart beating hard, "What's going on to these people?" I threw a spear from my eyes, One of the beautiful girls said, "Bring me back to life, please?" Hence, my body and soul awakened. I sat on the park bench and thought, Hugged myself tightly, There, roughly ten o'clock position from me; car crashed sounds. I rushed and found a cat, bleeding on the asphalt road, "Just throw it in the garbage bin, dude" he said. My teeth chattered: hea

Thousand years live in this dunya Not enough for those who love each other Stranded in the land of a drunken love For the sake of Allah they wanna in bond together and ever Untill the ending save the hope Your eyes in my heart Noone so special and tough but you Takin' care of me and the arrows Like a knight on the white horse Struggling for the life that sometimes blue Because we believe He won't it worse To the fate of ours Your eyes in my heart ©zhema

Swaying leaves in the morning So much Duas are accompanying, Far far away the sun rises-- Flirting me to exist In part of their world I will stand up; Yet if the dreams going above For a while, or for a long time, At least the hope won't create a crime, Cause my eeman croping the cupidity And leads my footsteps to the best eternity. ©zhema

She hates the melody... When it comes in her heart and dejavu Fools her up! Over and over As if thousand years ago she lived in a different world With him in a beautiful palace She hates the melody... When it smashes her face that the real life is full of happiness Nothing compares even the imagination flattering And the waves pulled her up   to the fake ocean Heavy...heavy... She doesn't allow her heart dirty She hates the melody... When the love poems written on her mind About the beginning and ending of a love story Tragically or happily ever after? None of us knows She hates the melody... When it weakened the eeman Faraway from His guidance Though   istigfar uttered everyday And regret unstoppable She hates the melody... Only Allah 'Azza wa jalla the helper To purify the enigma And her soul dying So, the awareness stay beside forever © zhema

W here are you cloud? Please, don't let the sky parting from your loud, Just stay there till I fly And wish my wings touch your lie, Hiding those dreams that never be come true; Lead your nerves want going through The rain, or the wind blow, When the night and the day say hello, Hello! Hello! Is there a hope? "Yes there is", it won't be sold in a random shop Haven't a name haven't a clue,              Still I don't care when I'm waiting for you, Even the days inviting me blue. © zhema

"Why take any longer The feeling's getting stronger No, I can't wait. I can't wait anymore! Cause Today Is Yesterday's Tomorrow"--Michael Buble Standing squarely before my mirror, I ask you as the shadow of mine, How could you pretend smile? Meanwhile, your open wound uncleaned; Yellowish-red, To strive, to seek and find a bandage. Please one step ahead! 'Don't expel me' you said, We need to go to the library, Finding a book of God's: Beautiful in cover, light you heart, Thus, you will forget me. No! Dear, I can't stand it, Without you i'm nothing, Everything is blue. Don't hate me! Cause you cannot go alone, I know the feeling's getting stronger, Just stay here, your wound will be healed: I love you. ©zhema

Sorry, my first love isn't you. My first love is her, The only woman who named Mother, No doubt. She hold me tenderly when I was crying, Seeing the world for the first time, I remember when I was there, She stroke me, telling anything and about   my family. She struggled to consume nutritious food, Even sometimes she vomited it cause tasteless. I couldn't bear, I knocked the walls of hers, I told her to stop but she disobeyed me. You know, the strained day I had, When my time had come. I heard her screaming of God's name, She also asked me not to worry. I promised her to struggle along with, I didn't care about the pain on my head, It was ashamed if I hopeless, It was honorable to act like that. Sorry, my first love isn't you. Nobody compares her in my heart; She is my doctor, my teacher, my adviser, my angel The only woman who named mother! 💞 ©zhema 💞

Lend me your hand for a moment Calm, peace and fragrant Like a beautiful jasmine White and the symbol of purity Please, I won't harm you! Even you give me your wallet I just need your attention for a while In order to you remain by my side Knock! Knock! Anybody home? How many times I'm knocking on your door You just keep silent and built a wall Just because I wore ragged garment Is there a standard of nobility? A Luxurious car, bag and house? Or my dirty hand deservely away From you and the shadow Fella, give me a chance I know water, bathroom or perfume I will there soon if I have a guarantee to reborn beautiful with the money ©zhema

They said it's a result of revolution Hunger families and children are common    On the side of the road the bread are littered From the people who have heartless and scared; O Allah why they did it? Just because our father lost his id card receipt, No trust! No food! How could world seeing it's good? When the fact so painful Only our strongest tauhid make it beautiful. Today, the man closed to us questioning While my little brother and I are squatting, "What are you both doing?" (Well, which one I have to answer?) I'm so busy and need a helper To bring us stop from this, And don't let the freedom just a promise! O Allah! Just makes it real Even justice is a big deal. © zhema # FreedomforSyria #Freedomforallcountries

Gone. I was awakened and found you nowhere I asked my shadow on the mirror would telling me But, just silent and nothing smile      Hope. All were beautiful beside      When hands arose for du'as      Suplicated the Almighty Allah for your life's blessings      None. Really, I didn't let myself burdened of sadness      When I need you care of my life you walked away Sister. Where was the sisterhood? Did you still remember a well saying? That you would listened all stories of mine And yours would be listened either Ah! Naive. Then I believed all utterances were nonsense You were fake as all of them      Gone. Everything was gone      When I closed my eyes and asking why      I finally figured it out myself      Noone on this Earth really wondering      Your silent, smile and tears      No trust of   nice words of you anymore      Wait? Did I know your real life?      Cause I was worried? Yeah I was worried      You weren

When you discussing politic s Don't be surprised if you find its magic s                              There is a wolf   can be a king, Meanwhile the sheep left fingering;   Haha! The intestine parasites grin, None of you trust the best to win, Now, your supporters crying one by one, "What'll we do if you selling 'it' to the satan?" Astagfer Allah! They begin to regret then,             Hope Allah help their motherland, Thus, be aware of your decision, Think twice before you chosen    Cause it's not your own land. ©zhema