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She said: Don't you see that we have become strange trees, out of season in this wondrous world? A world now filled only with weeds and stunted trees? Isn't it strange that palm trees have become strangers in their own land, that flowers have become worthless currency, that birds have vanished in fear, and that crows reign supreme with falsehood and deceit? This is an age where balance has been disrupted. I replied: Even if the whole world became a den of crows and bats, I would still sing. Birds were created to sing, and bats to complete the dark circle in the long, dark nights. No matter how long the nights, how many phantoms haunt our eyes, and how numerous the crows become, people will never forget the songs of birds. The ugliness of crows only strengthens my belief in the beauty of birds... for without ugliness, humanity would not know beauty. She said: But people forget… In the chaos of ugliness, we may forget beautiful things, and in the whirlpools of despair, hope may abandon us… And in the absence of birds, people grow accustomed to the ugliness of crows… The worst thing about humanity is becoming accustomed to ugliness. I said: I believe that birds are happy because people love their singing. True pleasure lies in the fact that the bird sings for itself first. It tries to entertain itself. The bird doesn't find around it—like on a football field—a crowd applauding and chanting its name. It stands alone on a distant branch and sings… because God created it to sing, and it will continue to sing whether people hear it or not. So don't be sad, my friend, if we become strangers like birds, singing alone and no one hears us… She said: But I almost doubt your idealism. Are there people who think as you do, and live as you live? I said: When the balance of things is disrupted, beauty becomes the exception and ugliness becomes the rule. We say, "So-and-so is honest," as if lying is the norm and honesty the exception. This is a distorted time. I am not perfect; everyone chooses their own path. Some accept being thrown into the garbage bins, while others accept being a lackey, a sycophant, or a charlatan in a circus. And then there are those who would give their lives rather than be in a place other than their own... I chose to be where I am, even if the price is high... She said, "I've learned from life that people are like metals. Every metal has its price, and every person has their value. Tin will never be equal to gold. We make garbage bins from tin and adorn women's breasts with gold. Glass will never be equal to diamonds, even though both possess brilliance... No matter how much glass factories fake colors and shades, jewelers can tell the fake from the real. And many people still have the insight to understand the true worth of others." She asked, "Is love counterfeit currency?" I replied, "The most counterfeit thing in today's world is human emotion." How many smiles conceal daggers, and how many embraces hide behind warmth every shade of treachery? How many words of love have never known truth? Love is one of the things that has lost its luster among people because they have counterfeited it so much. There are dozens of masks, and behind each mask hides a great lie. She said, "You're pessimistic." I said, "I'm not pessimistic, but I love life, and my problem is that I want the life I love. Or, in other words, I want life to become as I like it." She said, "And how do I know the truth from the lies in love?" I said, "There is one test called time, which no one can resist. Truth is the only thing capable of withstanding the changes of time. Everything rusts except truth. So leave love to time, for it will remain if it is worth living for." She said, "And how do I know that you love me? Perhaps you are fake like the others." I said, "Let time decide our feelings. I cannot bear to stay with you for even a moment of falsehood." And if you ever find her creeping into my heart, I will tell you in all honesty: I am no longer able to love you as I once did. Do not grieve that day, for I respect my honesty, just as I respect my love. And what is the value of love if honesty dies within it? Public Facebook Page   / hamza_alaga   Automatic Playlists for All Poets https://tinyurl.com/y2bsfdqh ||| Qays ibn al-Mulawwah #Majnun_Layla https://tinyurl.com/y4jj2sjl ||| #Nizar_Qabbani_Poems #Audio https://tinyurl.com/y4jatvvk ||| #Nazik_al-Malaika_Poems https://tinyurl.com/y2lr3qmb ||| Poems by #Badr_Shaker_al-Sayyab https://tinyurl.com/y4uw6hz5 ||| Poems by #Mahmoud_Darwish https://tinyurl.com/yy6ewgoj ||| Poems by #Farouk_Gouda https://tinyurl.com/y57eslt8 ||| Poems by #Abdul_Aziz_Gouda https://tinyurl.com/y3ptln47 ||| Poems by #Mohammad_Abu_Al-Ala https://tinyurl.com/yxkg3x9x ||| Poems by #Ruba_Abu_Touq https://tinyurl.com/y2xr9lnu ||| Poems by #Hamza_Qanawi https://tinyurl.com/y5237l37 ||| Poems by #Omar_Abu_Risha https://tinyurl.com/y4wk4d7x ||| Poems by #Hudhayfa_Al-Ar...