Diploma in Political Science with a major in International Relations
A follower of international affairs and political changes
Writer and interested in modern poetry
محلا عيونك عالصبح لما تطل تفتــح عالدنــــي حلاهــا تنَبِـــت بالأرض ورد وفل ووجهك قصيدة كتيرة كلماتها قد ما تأملك فيكِ مافيي أنا مل شفافك عسل ومزينة بغمزاتها وهدابك من السما ملونة بظل دبت بالهمسات منك وسهرت ليلاتها حدك أنا طول العمر بدي ضل علاء حزاني
You're like sweet-tasting wine that has been hidden for a hundred years in a French cellar Your lips melt on my lips like an imaginary piece of Belgian chocolate And time passes while I am holding your hands to perfect perfection, as it has been made in a Swiss factory You blonde, so strong, as if you rose from the rubble as a survivor of German Nazism And in your heart is unbearable cruelty as a female soldier serving in the ranks of the US Navy You do not fear as if you were a suicide bomber in the vanguard of the Japanese forces In your eyes I see the innocence of a child whose dreams have been robbed by life like a little girl who grows up behind the borders as a Syrian refugee You are very elegant and everyone who sees you has considered you to be a queen who goes back to the great British families your white body, I think it is nothing but a piece of snow brought by a traveler from one of the Norwegian islands And your words are poems recited to the ears that fascinate them...
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