And The Writing Is Still : To

Life Doesn't Stop After Losing Someone, But It Goes On Without Them Differently.

Never Believe A Man Can Change A Woman Those Men Are Pretenders Who Think That They Created Women From One Of Their Ribs

We Killed You And It Was Not New For Us, We Killed The Companions Of The Prophet And The Friends Of God. O How Many Messengers Did We Slay? O How Many Imams? We Killed You And You Prayed The Night Prayer, As All Of Our Days Are Struggle - And All Of Our Days Are Karbala.

Our Enemies Did Not Cross Our Borders They Crept Through Our Weaknesses Like Ants.

And I Fear That My Place Gets Taken By Some Other One, Very Lucky And Not Too Shy, Who Flirts With Your Eyes While I’m The One Who’s Crazy About Them.