Ali Sadeek Ahmed
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Don't wait for me, I won't come back
Things that happen will never come back God created this universe with profound wisdom, embedding within it signs and lessons that guide humans towards thoughtful behavior and reflection before making decisions. Among these lessons is the reality that certain aspects of life, once they occur or pass, cannot be reversed or recovered. These matters serve as a constant reminder of the blessings granted by God and the necessity of utilizing them wisely and responsibly. Among these are words, time, opportunities, health, and trust.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
A New Era Dawns
A New Era Dawns I’ve arrived, dear ones, under the evening light, After a year of waiting through endless nights. A year has passed, filled with dreams and desire, And I come to announce a future to inspire. I am time, and everyone awaits my call, To set the clock and let the new dreams enthrall. I shift the years, breathing hope into the heart, As fireworks ignite the sky, a joyful art. O New Year, welcome, a delight so true, You bring hope, love, and promises anew. I carry wishes from a pure and gentle soul, And sing of joy as the coming days unfold. Children grow through the threads of the years, While the wise draw dreams beyond their fears. We greet you with celebrations and cheer, Opening the gates to a tomorrow so near. So, people of Earth, light up your hearts, And let love’s river flow, its magic impart. Together, we celebrate under moon and stars, Weaving hope to heal the world’s scars. A new year begins, a future shining bright, I am time, an eternal, guiding light.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
Rahma: The Nightingale of Mercy
Rahma: The Nightingale of Mercy It was a cold, wintry night, the kind that bites through layers and settles in your bones. As I walked toward the mosque for Fajr prayer, my eyes caught something unusual near the entrance. A small, motionless bundle lay there, seemingly lifeless. Surrounding it was a circle of cats, big and small, as if shielding it from the harshness of the night, offering warmth and protection. The scene struck a chord deep within me.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Families
From Darkness to Light: A Tale of Destruction and Renewal
From Darkness to Light: A Tale of Destruction and Renewal On the battlefield, the villains fight, Turning civilization into endless plight. The innocent child is cast astray, The infant dies, and hearts decay.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
They Loved Me Like Lovers, and It Weighed Me Down
They Loved Me Like Lovers, and It Weighed Me Down On one of those quiet nights, I sat in an old café I visit whenever I feel the need for peace. While sipping my coffee, a person entered whom I hadn’t seen in years. It was my friend, whom we used to call in our youth “the icon of strength and ambition.” But he was no longer the same; his eyes were drowned in sorrow, and his features looked strangely exhausted. He paused for a moment before approaching and said with a faint smile: "It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?" I immediately stood to greet him: "Definitely! Where have you been? How are you?" He sat in front of me, silent for a moment. Then I carefully asked him: "What happened to you? You were once the epitome of youth and vitality, a confident, athletic man with a strong build. You lived a comfortable life amidst the wealth and prestige of your family. But now... you’ve changed so much. What happened?" He sighed deeply, raised his tired eyes, and said: "Let me tell you the story that destroyed my life. You’re the only one I can tell everything to." The Beginning: "I was seventeen, handsome, and full of ambition. I loved sports, and I considered walking to and from school every day as my favorite form of exercise. My life was simple, but my wealthy family spoiled me, and no one cared about what I did as long as I stayed out of trouble. One ordinary morning, while walking to school as usual, a luxury car stopped beside me. A woman of incredible beauty was sitting behind the wheel, her features exuding confidence and sophistication. She smiled at me and called out: ‘Where are you headed?’ I hesitated for a moment before replying: ‘To school.’ She laughed and said: ‘That’s a long walk, isn’t it?’ I nodded and replied: ‘I enjoy it. I consider it my exercise.’ Then she said something I didn’t expect: ‘If you love sports, I have a proposal for you. I can help you join a professional sports club. You’ll find everything you need to develop yourself there.’ I thought for a moment, and the offer was tempting. But I hesitated. I thanked her and said: ‘I prefer walking now. It suits my time.’ She smiled and insisted: ‘Just ride with me today. The school won’t wait for you long, and I’ll make up for your walk by signing you up for the club you dream of.’ I got into the car with her. I thought I was being offered a rare opportunity, not knowing that this moment would mark the beginning of the end." "They Loved Me Like Lovers, and It Weighed Me Down" After I got into the car with her that day, I began to feel something strange was happening. She drove with confidence and calmness, as if she already knew everything about me. She asked about my life, my family, and my love for sports. I answered shyly, but she was so skilled at talking, making me feel strangely comfortable with her. When we arrived at the school, she stopped the car and smiled: "Remember this day well. If you need anything, just call me." Then she gave me a card with her name and phone number. Her name was "Dunya." That day, I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I kept thinking about her words and her beauty, which seemed to hide a hidden strength. I kept her card in my pocket, as if it were a treasure I didn’t want anyone to see. ________________________________________ The Second Meeting: The First Step Toward the Fall Days passed, and I tried to forget about that encounter. But one day, while walking back from school, the same car stopped beside me. She rolled down the window and said: "Are you still into walking for exercise?" I laughed and replied: "I have a meeting now, and I need you with me. Just an hour, I won’t be long." I hesitated at first, but she insisted: "You’re a noble young man, aren’t you? Don’t leave me to go alone." I agreed and got in with her once more. She took me to a luxurious office where she introduced me to a group of important people, calling me "her younger brother." The meeting felt like a performance, and she was the star. I watched how she impressed everyone and skillfully sealed a huge deal. After the meeting, she looked at me with a smile and said: "Today was a great day. I want to celebrate this success with you." She took me to a fancy hotel where there was music and gourmet food. The atmosphere was filled with luxury that I wasn’t used to. I felt lost in this world, but I was enjoying myself at the same time. When the celebration ended, she dropped me off near my house and said: "You’re a wonderful young man. I’ll need you by my side forever." ________________________________________ Slipping Toward the Abyss The same thing happened again. I began to skip school to be with her. I started living a huge lie—telling my family that I was at school while I was attending her meetings and parties. One day, she asked me to visit her house. It was a massive mansion surrounded by tall walls, with a huge guard standing at the gate. I entered with her, and inside, she said: "This is your home now. Act like you own the place." I felt fear for the first time. I told her I couldn’t stay long, but she smiled and said: "Don’t worry, you’ll be fine here." She brought me a drink and said: "You’re special to me. No one enters my life easily, but you’re different." Over time, our relationship became more like slavery. She controlled everything—my time, my decisions, and even my studies. I completely neglected my studies and failed my academic year. "They Loved Me Like Lovers, and It Weighed Me Down" My relationship with "Dunya" became so complicated that it was hard to separate from my life. She controlled my time and decided the course of my days, to the point where I felt I was living her life instead of my own. But she had this strange ability to make me feel special, as if I was the only one who could share this lavish world full of lights with her. The Last Journey Night One evening, after a long day of meetings and a night at a fancy hotel, she decided to drive me home. It was late, and as usual, she insisted on dropping me off at the nearest point to my house to avoid any suspicion. But I noticed something strange—Dunya wasn’t the same as she used to be. She had drunk a lot during the evening, and it was obvious in her driving. I tried to warn her: "You’re driving too fast. Take it easy." She laughed and said: "Don’t worry, I know the road better than you know your feet." But I wasn’t reassured. I tried again: "Dunya, you’re not in the best shape. Stop, let me help you." She shook her head and looked at me with a mysterious smile, saying: "Don’t worry about me. I’ll get you home safely like I always do." Finally, we reached a point near my house. I got out of the car, and she waved at me with a tired smile. I stood in place, watching her car drive away quickly in the darkness. The Shock The next day, I waited for her usual call, but it didn’t come. I felt anxious, so I tried calling her repeatedly, but her phone was off. I decided to go to her mansion to check on her. When I arrived there, the guard stood with a blank expression. I asked him: "Where’s Dunya? Why isn’t she answering my calls?" He looked at me silently for a few moments before saying the words I never expected: "Ms. Dunya... she died. There was an accident on her way home last night." I felt the ground spin beneath my feet. My mind couldn’t grasp what I had just heard. I froze in place, my eyes filling with tears. I was recalling her image, smiling at me before she left, her last words echoing in my ears: "Don’t worry about me." The End Dunya left, but she left behind everything mysterious and ambiguous. I couldn’t blame her, nor could I blame myself. I felt I was a part of her life just as she was a part of mine. But after her departure, I realized I had lost so much—myself, my studies, and my dreams buried under the shadows of our relationship. I stood in front of her grave days later, silent. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. All that remained inside me was emptiness, a memory of a relationship that started innocently and ended in total destruction. The Lesson Life may offer temptations that seem shiny, but they may carry endings we never expect. It’s important to know when to stop ourselves and not let anyone steal the path we’ve charted for ourselves.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Confessions
VOCAL WITH MY DEAR FRIENDS
End-of-Year Song: Celebration of Friends and Vocal (A cheerful and uplifting tune to inspire positivity) Oh my friends, you're my greatest treasure In every moment, you bring me pleasure Your support has been my guide With you all, I can never hide Vocal, the sound of dreams Carrying hopes across vast streams A home for all, a boundless space Bringing hearts together in a warm embrace To my dear friends, so kind and true Together we’ve achieved what few can do A word of kindness, a smiling face With you, life’s a brighter place Vocal, the sound of dreams Carrying hopes across vast streams A home for all, a boundless space Bringing hearts together in a warm embrace Each moment taught me something new Through creativity, we broke through With Vocal, dreams are in our sight No limits now, just pure delight Vocal, the voice of hope Reaching the world, helping us all to cope Friendship, spirit, and collaboration Together we build a foundation To the best of friends, both near and far With Vocal, we shine like a guiding star
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
The Wise Monkey and the Theater of Laughter and Wisdom
The Wise Monkey and the Theater of Laughter and Wisdom In the heart of the jungle, where trees intertwined and birds sang, the wise monkey sat on a tree stump. In one hand, he held a banana, and above his head, a sign read: “Advice with Laughter — Don’t Miss Out!” Animals gathered around him, curious to hear the tales and moments that would fill their day with joy.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
The Days of Old
The Days of Old Once upon a time, a tale so grand, A world of dreams, crafted by hand. Birds in flight, painting skies so wide, Singing songs of love, as day and night collide. Angels whispered hymns at dawn's embrace, Incense in the air, a holy place.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
