There are some people that we didn't forget, but we don't smile any more when they're mentioned.

A tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body.

Your love taught me to grieve and I have been needing, for centuries a woman to make me grieve for a woman, to cry upon her arms like a sparrow for a woman to gather my pieces like shards of broken crystal

Because my love for you is beyond words, I decided to shut up.

If you want to kill somebody, conquer his heart, Then leave slowly and leave them between death and madness.

Love in the Arab world is like a prisoner, and I want to set (it) free. I want to free the Arab soul, sense and body with my poetry. The relationships between men and women in our society are not healthy.

We killed you and it was not new for us, we killed the companions of the Prophet and the friends of God. O how many Messengers did we slay? O how many imams? We killed you and you prayed the night prayer, as all of our days are struggle - and all of our days are Karbala.