O Sultan, My Master, If My Clothes

Some Are Like The Moon, Good Looking, But Only When They're Away From You.

My Master... Say All You Wish Of Me. It Does Not Matter To Me:shallow.. Stupid.. Crazy.. Simple Minded. It Does Not Concern Me Anymore. For Whoever Writes About Her Concerns. In The Logic Of Men Is Called A Stupid Woman. And Didn't I Tell You In The Beginning That I Am A Stupid Woman?

Love In The Arab World Is Like A Prisoner, And I Want To Set (it) Free. I Want To Free The Arab Soul, Sense And Body With My Poetry. The Relationships Between Men And Women In Our Society Are Not Healthy.

We Are A Thick Skinned People With Emtpy Souls. We Spend Our Days Playing Dice, Chess, Or Sleeping - And We Say We Are The Best People That Ever Came To Mankind?

We Need An Angry Generation, A Generation To Plow The Horizons