Kalpler ve sandalyeler... A broken chair or a broken heart are the same things. Neither of them can carry the next visitor as before!
More than words could possibly carry - Deep, quiet, and overbearing sadness The weight that bears down on every tear Not just the ones that colour your cheeks So often it creeps up on you So often when you think all is done and dusted All because you can't fathom the burn of the hurt, For you remember too clearly the laughters that were only too recently past.
You look at me and call me oppressed, Simply because of the way I'm dressed, You know me not for what's inside, You judge the clothing I wear with pride, My body's not for your eyes to hold, You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mold, I'm an individual, I'm no mans slave, It's ALLAH's pleasure that I only crave, I have a voice so I will be heard, For in my heart I carry His word, "O ye women, wrap close your cloak, So you won't be bothered by ignorant folk", Man doesn't tell me to…
It depends on what you're leaving behind and where you're headed. Your head may still be struggling, but your heart knows. And the heart wants what it wants, so if you can do that for yourself? Run, don't walk, run as fast as your legs will carry you. Go. Be happy. Tomorrow is not promised.