Few poems by Mahmoud Darwish💕

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To mark my 300th post, I'm sharing a collection of poems by Mahmoud Darwish. His powerful words offer deep insights into love and separation. Enjoy! I love you despite the nose of my tribe, my city and the chains of customs. But I'm afraid if I sell everyone, you will sell me and I'll return with disappointments. 'I felt like my homeland was occupied again.' Out of my ignorance I called you a homeland, and I forgot that homelands are taken away. Drink your coffee, embrace the silence, do not take people seriously, do not take life upon yourself, do not exaggerate your emotions, and do not please anyone against your will. Don't befriend me for a day, and leave me a month. Don't get close to me if you're going to leave. Don't say what you don't do. Be close or get away. A University degree, four books and hundreds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading. You wrote me 'good morning' and I read it as 'I love you'. Poetry an

A Beautiful short story of an Army officer

Story of an Army officer💚

An army personal enters an ATM cabin in Khwaja Bagh area of Baramulla. He withdraws one hundred 
rupees from it, places the note neatly in his wallet. Next day, he returns again and withdraws the 
same amount from the ATM.
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Then he goes on like this for many more days to come. The guard at the ATM notices this wacky act but 
refrains from inquiring about the same, given the old and deep rooted fear of men in uniform. He 
resists for days, few more and many more.
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On a day when there are few civilians around, he musters the courage to ask, for he believes if the 
army personal gets enraged over him, the civilians around will rescue him from his wrath. The guard 
proceeds to ask: “Sahab, Why do you withdraw only hundred rupees from the ATM? Why do you trouble 
yourself on daily basis when you can withdraw a hefty amount that will last for weeks?” .


The army personal rubs his forehead as he looks tired; tucks his trousers properly and before he makes his way out of the cabin, tells the guard who is waiting for the answer anxiously: “The mobile number linked to my bank account is used by my wife at home. When I withdraw cash from the ATM, she gets the message on her mobile phone. This way, she comes to know that her husband is alive”. 💚✌  -Ambivertsyed

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