Stones Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen No longer withstanding the knives of separation And the stabs of desire, He decided to go to her one day. When he knocked on her window overlooking the street, She did not open it to him. So he went to the door Whispering with her tender name But she did not open it to him. When he returned to the dark window, Stones were thrown at his back One by one. He was knocking. Stones were increasing and increasing Slowly Covering his back, legs and feet. He kept knocking and knocking Until he disappeared behind a heap of stones.   ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ الصفحة الرئيسية All rights reserved جميع الحقوق محفوظة Home