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...
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IF SOMEBODY WANTS TO BE A LOVER....

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If suffering was not something worth doing would Jesus suffer, or make people suffer? 
If somebody wants to be a lover then he will be like Jesus.
Throw roses at the ones slaps you show your other cheek, 

 A lover doesn't react if somebody beats him & somebody swears at him.
You will climb to Tur with Prophet Moses...
You will suffer with Prophet Jesus...
You will be stoned with Prophet Muhammad Mustafa ﷺ in Taif.
 You cannot live both without suffering & climb to the seven folds of the sky at the same time. 
There is no Love.
What do you use to climb these seven folds of the sky?
This is done by completing each other. Suffering makes Hazrat Adam friend of his Prophets.
-Taptukemre

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