Ali Sadeek Ahmed
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I am grateful,
Grateful I Am I am grateful, For every soul that holds some light, I’m enchanted by the love they bring, They share with me the songs of life. Grateful I am, To those who sang what’s on my mind, In rhythm, verse, and art combined— A harmony of humankind. I am grateful, To hearts who offered all their dreams, Their love unsure of where to go, But still they gave, with voice aglow— And softly said: “I’m grateful.” Each written word, a melody, A whisper warm, a reverie— A song that floats in peaceful air, A soul once lost, now dancing there. Beautiful, kind, never unkind, To those who hurt, it’s love they find. Grateful I am, To artists bold and kind at heart, Who gave their all, played every part— No fame required, no grand career, Just whispered truth: “I’m grateful here.” I raise my voice for all to hear, To shout it loud and make it clear: Grateful I am, to young and old, Who feel the depth in words we hold— Their love leaves prints without a fear, It soars like birds through skies sincere. Grateful I am... Forever near.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed8 months ago in Poets
My Soul (Roohi)
My Soul (Roohi) My soul — always, it's my soul I ask, I say, it's my soul I'm sure where my soul resides My soul runs to my soul Always, my soul flies away If he's gone too long — my soul fades My soul — I love him so And in my heart, I wait for him My soul, with my soul — forever How strange my path with him My soul heals all my wounds My eyes search for my soul If ever my soul should weep My soul — I'm torn inside Afraid I'll stay up every night Worried about my soul My heart and mind are over there Flying high in your sky Calling out for my soul My heart — it’s all for my soul Even if you're far away once more My soul gets lost with you My heart — oh, my heart loves you You are the balm to every pain My soul is always hurting Still, I wait… I wait for my soul 🪘 [Verse 1] رُوحِي--- دايماهَوا رُوحي اسأل اقول رُوحِي عارفه مكان روحي رُوحِي علي روحي دَايِما تِرُوح رُوحِي لو غَاب كِتِير رُوحِي 🎤 رُوحِي انا بَهوَاه وبقَلبِي بَستَنّاه رُوحِي مَع رُوحِي رُوحِي 🎼 [Verse 2] إزاي طَريِقي معَاه رُوحِي دَوا جرُوحِي عِينِي عَلى رُوحِي حُبِي ورُوح روحِي 💔 رُوحِي انا حَيرَان خَايف اعِيش سَهرَان مَشغُول عَلى رُوحِي 🕊️ عَقلِي وقَلبِي هناك طَيرِين لِفُوق في سَمَاك تِندَه عَلى رٌوحِي قَلبِي فِدا رُوحِي
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed8 months ago in Poets
Flight Into the Sky: A Journey Between Worlds
Flight Into the Sky: A Journey Between Worlds By Ali ________________________________________ What happens when the walls of reality dissolve? A poetic short story exploring a man's metaphysical journey beyond the borders of sleep and time—into a celestial dimension where stars dance and silence sings. A tale of beauty, escape, and the painful return to a broken world. The Story He lay still upon his pillow, not yet asleep, not fully awake. His mind drifted like mist in the dusk, waiting patiently for sleep to take over and carry him into the unconscious. But this night—this one night—was different. Without warning, the walls faded. The ceiling disappeared. The darkness that usually fell with closed eyes did not come. Instead, there was... nothing. And within that nothing, everything was born. He felt no fear. No confusion. Only stillness. A serenity deeper than water, softer than silence. Then—like an arrow loosed from a divine bow—he rose. He soared. Upward, through unseen layers, past limits he never knew existed. And as he ascended, the world below shrank, melted, vanished. In its place: the stars. The planets. A boundless sky that welcomed him not as an intruder, but as one of its own. The stars pulsed with light—changing shapes, shifting colors. They danced, not wildly, but gracefully, in circles and spirals, as if moving to a music only he could hear. Yes, there was music. It filled the space around him, entered his ears without sound, his soul without warning. A celestial symphony—unlike anything on Earth. The planets revolved around him, radiating kindness and warmth. Their surfaces were not cold and lifeless, but alive—glowing, morphing, breathing. They acknowledged him, greeted him. And he, the earthbound dreamer, drifted among them like a star reborn. He lost all sense of time. There was no before. No after. Only now. And then... gently, softly, without resistance—he returned. He found himself back on his bed. The room was the same. The air was heavier. The world had come back. So had its burdens. The peace he had touched now felt like a distant echo, already fading. Around him, the ordinary weight of life began to settle: the gnawing anxieties, the sharp edges of duty, the stray dogs in the alley, the cruelty of man, the violence of greed, the endless race for control. He had returned to a world of competition and conquest—where only the strong survive, and kindness is mistaken for weakness. He opened his eyes fully. He was here. But not the same. He had seen something beyond. Felt a truth no eye had seen, no ear had heard, no heart had fully imagined. He had touched a higher note. And now? He would carry that music within him—quietly, secretly, defiantly. Because no matter how harsh the world becomes... He had flown. And he remembered. "Not all dreams fade. Some become the fire we carry through the cold."
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed8 months ago in Fiction
A Bloom in My Heart
A bloom has risen within my chest, It blossomed despite my silence and unrest. Like a promise whispered from afar, Perfuming time like a falling star. I was nothing but a fugitive of yearning, My sails pulled by winds ever turning. Yet you arrived, a hidden light, Undressing the dark, revealing the night. You flowed into my dream like rain, Quenching my thirst, easing the pain. I whispered, “Welcome, love once lost,” Returned without a reason, without a cost. Come back to where our hearts once stayed, To the soul that wept, the hope that swayed. I searched for you in every beat, You live in me — in silence, sweet. Come back; there’s no escape in flight, No cure in sips that bloom in blight. The flowers drank from tears once shed, In a time inked by what wasn’t said. And when my heart felt your faint glow, It danced again, let longing flow. It cried, “If only I had been The hand that caught you, not what’s been.” You came like magic, soft and wide, A blaze that rose with gentle stride. I'm the tired soul adrift and bare, Who lost your trail in empty air. I etched your name in every wall, And drew your ghost where ashes fall. Will you return to my fading flame? To save this world from sounding the same? I love you — has a poet said These words and not been left unread? I love you — read them in my eyes, Where silence sleeps, and longing lies. I'm sleepless, waiting for your breath, I even miss your silent wrath. Let me see you — even in dream, Where memory lives, and shadows gleam. Let me melt in a fleeting trace, As if your smile could time replace. My silence grows — my hands now sing, With sorrow's voice... without a string. Return, and maybe time will mend, And life will bloom where it did end.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed9 months ago in Poets
Fields of Fate and Whispers of Love
Amid the fields, my fate drew near Like water flowing, calm and clear To quench the thirst of crops in need And plant within my soul a seed Life called to me: “Awake, arise!” As night withdrew from dawning skies A bride of dreams appeared so bright To bless my heart with gentle light “How are you now?” she softly said While love’s own whisper filled my head I blushed and stammered, thoughts unsure No words could heal what I endured Yet chained by awe, my smile was free My face lit up with reverie She caught my joy and with a glance Returned my soul’s first trembling dance “No need to shy away from me Sing all the songs that set you free You are the poet, born to weave The tales that dreamers still believe” My heart then danced, my tongue found voice In hymns that made the winds rejoice “You are my love, my verse, my tide The myth where all my truths reside” What more could I, a poet, say? You filled my heart in every way So let us sing, let love reveal Its words through fields and songs that heal
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed9 months ago in Poets
The life all of these
Life is all of these This is my father This is my mother These are my people This is my uncle And this is my aunt This is my brother And my lovely sister This is my whole big family This is my cousin And this is my grandma This is my love And this is my wife This is my home This is my heart This is my mind This is my soul This is my brother This is my sister My family is my pride This is my friend This is my secret No matter what I say My life is all of them
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed9 months ago in Poets
The Bag That Almost Took Everything: A True Airport Nightmare
Title: The Bag That Almost Took Everything: A True Airport Nightmare A business trip turned emotional rollercoaster when a forgotten handbag threatened to ruin a family’s long-awaited flight home. This true story reminds us how small moments—and honest people—can change everything. Joy. Tension. Panic. Relief. All in one day. All in one ride to the airport. I had been living abroad for work—far from home and family. Due to the importance of my role, I couldn’t return frequently, so the company allowed me to bring my wife and children to live with me. We built a life together in a foreign land. Once a year, we’d fly home to see our extended family. It was our ritual, our joy—until the final year. That year, the company informed me it was time to relocate to another country after our annual vacation. Everything went smoothly at first. Our belongings were shipped the day before our flight. On the morning of departure, two cars arrived at our home: – A Land Cruiser for the luggage – A Toyota sedan for my family and me. I took the front seat of the Toyota, placing my handbag under the seat—a bag that held everything: passports, money, tickets, phone. I always kept it close, especially when I wasn’t driving. At the airport, chaos took over—kids, suitcases, last-minute hugs. In a moment of distraction, I left the handbag where it was, intending to grab it after checking the luggage. But when I turned around... the Toyota was gone. No warning. No goodbye. The driver had assumed his job was over. And with him went our documents, our money—our entire ability to travel. Panic set in. My phone was in the bag, so I couldn’t call. The driver’s phone? Off. Unreachable. My heart sank. The airline would start boarding soon. The children’s excitement faded into confusion. My wife’s face tightened with anxiety. This was supposed to be a happy day—now it felt like a disaster. We called everyone we could. The company. The admin team. No one could reach him. Our time was running out. And then... like a scene from a film... The car returned. The driver stepped out, holding the handbag. “I found it when I checked the car before heading back,” he said. “I knew it had to be important.” In that instant, the fear lifted. We rushed through check-in, made it through security, and finally boarded. We flew home—shaken, grateful, changed. It’s a story we’ll never forget. Because sometimes, everything you hold dear can be left under a seat. And sometimes, the right person finds it—just in time.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed9 months ago in Writers
The Scarecrow's Song
🎵 "The Scarecrow's Song" A song of love, harmony, and freedom in nature In the quiet field, I stand alone Wearing rags, made of sticks and stone But when the moonlight paints the sky I find my voice, I learn to fly Beautiful birds, don’t be afraid I’m not your foe, I’ve changed my ways Come rest your wings and sing with me Together we will dance so free Love is stronger than the role I play I’m more than straw, I’ve found my way You chase the wind, you touch the stars I’ve watched you dream from where you are I never knew how deep the sky Could feel like home, and now I try Beautiful birds, don’t be afraid I’m not your foe, I’ve changed my ways Come rest your wings and sing with me Together we will dance so free Love is stronger than the role I play I’m more than straw, I’ve found my way The farmer came with eyes of flame But your wings rose and called my name You showed him love, you gave me grace And now he sees a kinder place [Final Chorus – slower & emotional] Beautiful birds, don’t fly away Let’s share the sun, the golden day The world is wide, but hearts can grow Even in the soul of a scarecrow So stay awhile and sing your song Together here, where we belong
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed9 months ago in Poets
LOOK OUR WAY
"Look Our Way" — A Song Invitation from Ali the Friend Look our way Sing your song — it won’t feel wrong Come along, you do belong Look our way I’m your friend, your voice, your pen We dream again and again Dreams and art, Words from the heart, Sweet and smart — a magic start From what we say Look our way There’s joy to share Like flying free, we sing with care Look our way We’ll smile when you’re here You’ll be a part — so near, so dear See our tunes Open doors to new relations No hesitations — just connections With you and me Look our way بُص علينا شجّع غَناويك الافضل ليك رَحّب يا شريك بُص علينا انا والله شَرِيك وبنِكتب ليك احلام لِينَا احلام وفنون وكلام مخزون سكر مجنون من حكوينا بص علينا هيكون لك خير وتطير كالطير مع غَنَوينَا بص علينا نفرح لو جِيت وهتِبقى شِريك ونرّحّب بِيك شوف غَنَوينَا ابواب علاقات تبقى ارتباطات مع بعضينا بص علينا
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed9 months ago in Poets
اضحك ونورّها تعيشهَا شباب
يا ريت تِضحَك تِنَوَرها وعيشها شباب ولا تكَشَر تغيرها بدون اسباب وتتحرك وتمشيها مع الاصحاب ولا تغضب وعدّيها تعيشها شَبَاب ولا تكَسّل تنام فيها هتبقى تراب ولا تهملها ترميها وتبقى عزاب وشوف الورده كيف فيها جمال خلآب وريِحَه حتى ان جَفَّت بقت أخشاب
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed9 months ago in Poets
The Girl Who Changed My Silence
The Girl Who Changed My Silence "What I Never Believed… Happened" I never thought my heart would soften. That a single glance could shake the cold walls I had built around myself since childhood. But here I am, telling my story with full honesty—no exaggeration, no romantic embellishments. I grew up in an emotionally barren environment. I never liked talking to girls. Even my sisters—I treated them with a quiet sort of contempt. I hated anything that had to do with emotions and believed getting close to a girl was a kind of unforgivable weakness. People around me found me strange, distant, even harsh. They couldn’t understand me… maybe they were right. I was always top of my class, passionate about learning, obsessed with perfection—especially in people. I came from a modest middle-class family, but I always dreamed of something higher, greater… purer. Flaws disgusted me. Even sitting with my friends became unbearable if one of them brought up a girl. Any girl. Even if he was just admiring his cousin or a child passing by. I saw it as filthy. Revolting. My mother often sighed, saying, "I don’t know what’s going to become of you when you grow up..." I remember that day like it was yesterday. We were in fourth grade. Our school was hosting a joint industrial-agricultural exhibition, with schools from all over the province. Since I was one of the top students, I was selected to help manage part of the event. A nearby girls’ school had their booth next to ours. I was assigned to coordinate with just one girl… and I refused. Flat-out refused to talk to her. Then, without warning, I found myself accused. That girl went to her supervisor and claimed I was harassing her with words! Despite everyone denying it… I was removed from the exhibition. From that day on, the doors to my heart didn’t just close—they were sealed shut. Years passed. I made it to university with the same harshness, the same aversion, the same isolation. I also picked up a part-time job in a decent place to support myself. Then one day She walked in. I don’t know how she entered the place, But she entered my soul first. Her eyes struck something deep in me. It was like I was wearing a new skin for the first time. A skin made of warmth… of wonder… of light. I stuttered. Words escaped me. I found my gaze locked in hers as if she was the mirror of my hidden self. And her gaze? Her gaze didn’t wound me. It awakened something I never knew was asleep. I barely heard the voice of my manager: "What’s wrong with you? She’s waiting!" I apologized, walked out, pretending I was sick Just to run away from this hurricane inside me. The next day She came again. Same time. Same calm. Same eyes. She kept coming. So did the looks. And between us bloomed a language of silence. Then one day, as I greeted her, she whispered: "Wow... it's been a while!" I froze. Blushed. "What?" I asked. She laughed. The manager walked in and said: "Don’t be shy. She’s my only daughter." Then added: "She saw you on your first day and liked you, but disappeared for a while due to illness. Later, she told her mother she liked you and begged her not to tell me, afraid I’d fire you!" I stood there Thinking Is this the end of my solitude? Is love even possible for someone like me? I don’t know But I do know this What came next was stranger, truer, and more beautiful than I ever imagined.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed9 months ago in Fiction
