For My Son, Ali

I am thirty-seven now, born under the bright, restless skies of Western Asia.

The roads I’ve walked have been steep—filled with risk, ambition, and the hunger to create something new. My work in startups and technology often feels like standing on shifting sand: each day a battle, each dream a fragile seed. Yet every time I see your smile, Ali, the chaos quiets.

You are only a year and a half old, and already the rhythm of my life beats to your laughter. When I stay up through the night, chasing ideas that might change our tomorrow, it is your face that keeps the fire alive.

Spain waits somewhere ahead—a place where I hope you will run freely, learn in peace, and see a world kinder than the one I knew. I carry the weight of our future on tired shoulders, but I do not fear it. Because when you reach for me with your tiny hand, every risk becomes worth it.

Ali, you are the reason I build, I fail, I rise again.

Your happiness is my victory; your dreams, my purpose.

And one day, when you’re grown and I’m older, I hope you’ll understand that every sleepless night, every moment of doubt, was love in disguise. The code I wrote, the meetings I fought through, the plans I risked—each was a brick in the home I dreamed for you.

So when you stand in the sun of your new world, remember this:

Your father once carried the stars just to light your way.

1- Morning light

You came to me like morning light,

Through curtains torn by years of night,

A heartbeat whispered, soft and new—

And all the stars became of you.

Your tiny hand, a sacred thread,

That stitched the life I thought was dead;

You breathed, and time began again—

A sun rose where my heart had been.

I watch you dream, the world asleep,

Your laughter roots where sorrows weep;

Each word you learn, each step you take,

Reshapes the ground beneath my ache.

One day you’ll walk beyond my door,

A tide I cannot hold ashore;

But know, my son—though seasons part,

You bloom forever in my heart.

And when my years are pale and few,

The sky will glow the shade of you;

For every dawn, in gold and blue,

Reminds me life began with you.

2. "Ali, My Little Star"

Ali, my little star of flame,

You came, and nothing stayed the same;

The moon bent low to see your eyes,

And whispered secrets from the skies.

You laugh — and every shadow flees,

Your voice, a song among the trees;

You walk — and even time will wait,

To watch your wonder recreate.

If I could hold one truth to keep,

It’s love that wakes, it never sleeps;

Ali, my heart, my brightest part—

You are the pulse beneath my heart.

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3. "Ali’s Hands"

Ali’s hands are rivers small,

Yet they can move the world and all;

They build with dreams, they break with care,

They teach me how to still repair.

He reaches up, and I can feel

The weight of heaven, soft and real;

He grasps my thumb, and I am free—

The world becomes his melody.

Oh little hands, so warm, so wise,

You hold my world, you hush my cries;

Ali, my son, your touch defines

The edge of earth, the shape of time.

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4. "Letter to Ali"

Someday, Ali, when skies are grey,

And I am far, and you’ve outgrown play—

Remember this: your soul was light

That taught me how to face the night.

You’ll chase the wind, you’ll cross the sea,

But still, my heart will sail with thee;

For love, my son, will never cease,

It burns through storms, it speaks in peace.

And when you dream, please think of me,

A whisper in eternity;

Ali—your name, my life’s refrain,

My loss, my joy, my sweet remain.