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Even if we were air
If time forgets our names and the earth swallows every trace of us, I will still find you in the quiet between heartbeats. When my hands are no longer hands, and your voice is no longer sound, when we are reduced to something unseen a whisper, a...
Montezi
When silence built walls between our hearts, I carried the weight of broken parts. Every word we never said Still echoed softly inside my head. But love like ours does not fade away, It waits through night to find its day. Through pride, through...
Ghost love
Love, I haunt the silence where your whispers stay A shadow stitched to every step you drift away I call your name in winds that never seem to rest A restless soul with your memory in my chest I walk unseen where your fading footprints lie A...
Mother
You held my hand when I was small, You lifted me each time I’d fall, Your voice became my guiding call, Your love, the greatest gift of all. You stayed awake through every night, To make sure I would be alright, You turned my darkness into light....
Give me children lest I die!
Give me Children lest I die  My heart filled with melancholic thoughts  Wearied eyes of tears that refused to dry  Troubled body, spirit and soul, shout: 'Give me children lest I die!'  Speak to my womb and it'll come alive, Like You commanded...
Life journey
A man is a full grown baby and a grand is a man turning to childish in style of old age what matters mostly in life is how u conquered your daily till u became an old man ...life full of many disappointments, lots of commitment but are just putted...
L’élégance du karakou algérien moderne
Je suis Mourad Belloumi, créateur de mode spécialisé dans les tenues traditionnelles algériennes revisitées avec une vision moderne et élégante, notamment le karakou, la blouza oranaise et d’autres pièces authentiques du patrimoine vestimentaire. ...
LIFE STRUGGLE
LIFE IS SO WEET BECAUSE PEOPLE GO THROUGH DIFFERENT THING, BUH STILL CONTINUE DOING SAME THING. LIFE ITS JUST A WAY OF BEING USED, REPEATING THE SAME LIFE STYLE, WHILE SOME PEOPLE TRAVELLIONG FROM ONE COUNTRY TO ANOTHER. POOR PEOPLE WITH THIER...
Those who believe will never lack
Your flour will not runout and your oil will not dry up!  Prophet Elijah told the widow "go, make for me bread to eat." And the widow replied, "this is the only flour and oil I have and I want to prepare it so I and my son can eat and die." But...
Your flour Will not run out and your oil will not dry up.
Your flour will not runout and your oil will not dry up!  Prophet Elijah told the widow "go, make for me bread to eat." And the widow replied, "this is the only flour and oil I have and I want to prepare it so I and my son can eat and die." But...