قصيدة Poetry& magic, goddess, The poet, writer & novelist Prof. Mariam AlSayegh: My father's steps until the end of time.. Resurrection - مريم الصايغ

My father promised me; ..
 
When the magician attacks me!!
 
And wraps me in the spell of evil..
 
And binds my soul in the depths of hell..
 
He will dance powerfully on the top of the world..
 
And will climb all the mountains..
 
To set the underworld on fire..
 
My father's steps terrify the forces of evil..
 
My father's steps broke the magician's spell!!
 
They raise the dead, so the bodies come out of the graves..
 
He builds a great army from the bones..
 
So the darkness is defeated..
 
My father will not stop dancing..
 
Until the Lord, the heavenly father..
 
With the olive branch..
 
He saves me from the monster of cancer!!
 
The curse turns.. into a blessing
 
And death into eternal life..
 
So my soul ascends like a dove
 
And my body becomes holy
 
My father told me:
 
You alone, my little one..
 
The breath of life in the worlds..
 
So..
 
When I stretched my arms wide;
 
The universes are filled with breeze
 
I extend the ropes of light without limits and make a crown,
 
The spring of the universes arrives
 
The Lord sends a rainbow as a covenant of safety
 
I see the face of my grandmother Jessica
 
It looks out until it becomes the face of the sky
 
The universe turns into a world of purity
 
Jessica tells me:
 
The heavenly spirits protect you..
 
Dance, my little one
 
Break the chains of hell
 
In human destruction..
 
Souls do not dance:
 
In the depths of torment,
 
The fierce flame violates them
 
In the dens and shadows of death,
 
It becomes eternal death!!
 
The extended moment of the Lord's victory has come
 
The evil spell of the magician is broken
 
Jessica has become a free bird and flies away
 
The barren desert turns into fields of jasmine
 
I create butterflies from worms that soar with their colorful wings
 
Embracing the petals, they offer them nectar
 
Flowers bloom, spreading enchanting fragrances,
 
When I stretch my arms wide;
 
They reach where the stars are
 
And tell the diamond star
 
The extended moment of the goddess of the worlds has come
 
I hear my father's footsteps on the horizon
 
His voice rises with joy
 
Dance, my little one, play the rhythms
 
Turn and dance high,
 
Don't worry, my little one,
 
Forever holding you;
 
Don't be afraid of the magician,
 
Your protector from the magician's spell is here
 
Walk, jump, fly to your place
 
Wow, wonderful
 
Here you are, my little one, here you are;
 
Creative
 
The stars revolve around us to draw a circle of unconditional love
 
Where the secret place of love is
 
Somewhere called there
 
I become a full moon and I spin and dance..
 
Until I am complete
 
I am a silvery orange moon for my nation..
 
When my beautiful grandmother Marula hugged me
 
My mother came and we became an inspiring trinity for all women
 
We gave the children colorful toys,
 
We gave them a colorful universe full of life
 
My moon blended with the pink sunrise
 
So the universe became a painting of pink and orange
 
We painted the universe flowers in the bright colors of spring..
 
When you came my love..
 
I hugged you with the innocence of my childhood..
 
The music of the universe flowed around us!!
 
The most wonderful feelings flowed through the universe..
 
When we danced our magic dance
 
We united in the embrace of eternal joy..
 
You told me with your sweet voice:
 
Dance with me, my beloved, an eternal legend of love..
 
Those harmonious feelings revived the dead!!
 
So life came to the skeletons!!
 
Draw me on the face of the world, eternal joy..
 
So..
 
We became an eternal legend of love across the worlds
 
Even the angels were jealous of our ecstasy!!
 
The fortune teller told us with her loud voice
 
In love there is no end..
 
You will remain together forever.

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The Goddess of Poetry and Magic The poet, writer and novelist Professor Mariam AlSayegh: My father's steps until the end of time.. Resurrection The poet wrote this poem and published it in the poetry and story collection My Father's Steps in 2001. It contained the experience of the goddess of poetry Scheherazade, poetry, novels and stories, Cleopatra, the beloved of the nation and our silvery orange moon It and another collection of poems in which she talked about the monster of brain cancer as a magician's spell that was broken by magical means. It was published in the poetry collection The Kingdom of Love Since 2001 until today, thought thieves have been stealing the creative stamp, the idea, the words and the life story of the inspiring writer Mariam AlSayegh who taught generations thought, poetry, struggle, the principles of the left, criticism of the concepts of extremism, and the works of the mind, thinking and creativity

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