It's immortality when I'm trying to disgrace me. | Ahmed Ayid

Ahmed Ayid

A poet and writer from Egypt.

It's immortality when I'm trying to disgrace me.

Ahmed Ayid

A poet and writer from Egypt.

There are many opinions about arts growing up and why humans invented it, and perhaps their months claim that humans invented the arts to protect the yard; artists don't want to die like others, like they're the ones they found.[1]He wants to get his name back, like they all are.

What's so interesting about my poems? * If I say poetry, it's getting hot.[2].

This is due to the artists ' belief that they have a hallmark, as creative and creative, and that they are entitled not to die as other people. Even if they shared the body's death with them.

Since Homeros wrote his mentors, and poets are immortal, they do not want to waste their poems from time and effort, and do not want to pass through the transit world. It's these allegations that T. 246e.

He was born to a poet ' s family. He was found by a poet, his father Ali Shari, his brother, Razzin Bin Ali Shaer, his son Shaer, and his cousin Mohammed bin Abdullah Bin Razin, known as Abu Shayr.

Despite this, one of the great Arab poets may be tampered by a young boy, known as the Gwanni Ridge, who tells me to do the same:

Where are the guys? * No, where does he ask?

When I called him this poem, he said, "Go now, show your hair how you want."[3].

It's his poem that says:

Don't like it, Salem. * He cried his head.

Don't take my shadow. * My heart and my blood broke.[4]

It's the paternity that one of the singers singed between my great successor's hands, one of them, and asked the owner, so I'm told that she's trying to bring him in.[5]Perhaps this great celebration of the first open poem to let him think he's qualified for the immortality of poets.

It seems to us that he has not left him to the inheritance of his poetry family, and to whom Muslims are preaching that he is well aware that poetry is made that needs to be mastered; because such proficiency is one of the secrets of the immortality of the poet, which his following sisters refer to:

We call me, and when it means nothing. * And no enemy has been infected.

They say, if the grey tastes, his hair dies. * And the poet's ages have longed.

If he dies, where is he? * Ronon loaded it, the line is his carrier.

I'm going to spend a house with people baptizing. * And a lot of novels are his carrier.

Bad poet die by his parents. * And his goodness stays and if he dies,[6]

And it was called from the famous celebrities, and his league in the house was from the best hair and the stench.[7]So the Shia cared about his poet, and he was brought together by Sheikh Muhammad al-Samawi.[8]And also the slave of the owner Amran Djili.[9]And the light of Hussein Al-Ari, too.[10].

The above-mentioned poem, as is truely described by Yagot, has been taken care of by Shi ' a, until it has been diagnosed and explained by the Mirza Mohamed Kamaldin bin Mohamed, a State designated by the 12th Higarian flag.[11]And Mohammed Lottzadeh.[12]And Admiral Muhammad Baqer bin Mohammed, my council.[13]It says:

Schools of Ayatt have been replaced. * And the house and neighborhood of the stripper.

God's messengers are afraid of me. * And the compound, the definition, and the corridors.

Home for me and the sorrows and the sanctuary. * And Hamza and the feminine cigar.

These include:

Your contact with the Prophet's parents. * They loved what they lived and gave my trust.

I picked them up for me, because they... * Anyway, the good ones.

As I finish it, Father Ali, son of Moussa Ben, gave him ten thousand dirhams and took him out of his clothes, gave him 30 grand in his mouth, he didn't sell it, he said he had to take it.[14].

It was an act of an immoral spell that no one from the successors, their ministers, their children, no better or no better, and no one gets away with it.[15]He even said that he was the one who gave him his soul, his woman, his professors, and even the sprinklers that he died, that he didn't think he was the first to give him his hair and his fame among the people, and Ahmed Ben Duad, who spent on a glorious tear. People's faults are more than theirs, not everyone you've honored, not everyone you've described as good, glory and courage.[16].

He even told him that he wrote a spell without a particular name, and that Ahmad Bin Abu Kamel said, "I had a great deal of hybrids to say, "What a particular person deserved, and no one had a mate, and if a man found a man, he made that poet and mentioned his name in it."[17].

But the sign is that we don't know the name of a true act for certainty, and some claimed that his name was Muhammad, and he was a father to me, and they disagreed on what he called a "float," and they disagreed on the meaning of his title: the elegantness with which her son was born, the lucky fur, etc.[18]The son of the Ndem has stated that the soli worked the Duane of Dual in about 300 papers.[19]The hairstorm says that his son had six huge volumes of his father's hair, every magazine, three hundred leaf.[20].

And he realized that in his life, Abu Najay told him that he was with him in a month of visitor, that he had been invited by a man to his home, and that he had an improved vial, that she had a haircut:[21].

Which is also worth reading to make a note on Amr bin Naser al-Shaqafi, saying: "The poetic slopes say 60 years, only a home has been known to him."[22].

And then we can ask: did he realize a true act of immortality?

If I said home, he died. * Who says it, and the house isn't dead.[23]

[1] شطر بيت لأحمد شوقي، ديوانه، ج 3 ص 63.

[2] ديوان المتنبي، ص 361.

[3] أبو الفرَج الأصفهاني، الأغاني، ج 20 ص 157.

[4] ديوان دعبل الخزاعي، صنعة د. محمد يوسف نجم، ص 117، 118.

[5] الأغاني، ج 20 ص 125.

[6] ديوانه ص 123، 124. وأمالي القالي، ج 3 ص 111.

[7] ياقوت الحموي، معجم الأدباء، ج 11 ص 102، 103.

[8] لا يزال مخطوطًا، أشار إليه د. محمد يوسف نجم في نشرته لديوان دِعْبِل.

[9] نشرته دار الكتاب اللبناني- بيروت.

[10] نشرته مؤسسة النور للمطبوعات- بيروت- لبنان.