Reader Ziauddin Mahmoud Abdel Rahim writes: the night of the feast and morning

Citizen journalism

I will write as if not bigger

Years passed I do not remember

Perhaps age will bend

Perhaps the time here is listening

Do you remember the good life of what is going on?

Or deaf?

I remember the memory of my mother?

Is the Crescent harmful to come Eid

In the horizon, they will see from afar

I am a traveler in boats

Sidi Abdel Rahim

I feel the steps

Mother arranged our joy

The good father guards us

Our eyes slept and his eyes permanently guarded

The dawn calls for joy in the souls

Everyone prays in the warm house and the mosque

Light pours over my eyes

Vinner and Joha know me

I'm still drowning in my thoughts

And the year I invoke

A part of my body falls with him

The river is steeped in the anniversary

Left Reverse Current

It recreates the faces of our childhood

On his page day and night

The faces were catching

Harvesting the new on the roads

I am the unknown lover racing his dreams

Between today and yesterday

Is your window dark?

Or is the guard still behind the door?

Are you a mere mirage?

The good father is still

Read Quran protects me

And congratulates all neighbors

His eyes slept on joy

He woke up on the day of the feast

And the great grandfather and grandfather

Uncle and aunt

And Mohammed the son of the aunt

His shoulder still carries me

And expensive and unclean aunt

We have guarded their call for a while

Their eyes slept with joy

And correct on the day of Eid

Eid expenses are wasted

The dress is new

The door races its roads

Let me open to my friend Walid

His eyes slept on joy

He woke up on the day of the feast

Race towards games

And my friend Ahmad drives me

Towards the apology

I keep resisting him and answer the door

And honors a guest with food and drink

His eyes slept on joy

He woke up on the day of the feast

The Eid passes after Eid

A feast comes without love

The warm tears are falling

O memory of loved ones

I try to block him

And the door lion

The celebration of the anniversary opens doors

Is enough tears behind the door

O our childhood time Where are the loved ones ?!

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