أكثرُ من الظلام ...كبرنا ... لدرجة

أكثرُ من الظلام ...
كبرنا ... لدرجة شعورنا بأن وراء ضحكة أمي ألف دمعة .. ووراء قوة أبي ألفُ مرض ...
كبرنا ... لنجد أن مشاكلنا ، ما عادت تحل بقطعة حلوى أو فستان أو حقيبة ...
وأن والدينا لن يمسكا أيدينا دائماً لعبور الشارع ، أو منعطفات الحياة ...
كبرنا ... واكتشفنا أننا لم نكبر وحدنا فقط
بل كبر أبوينا معنا ، وأوشكوا على الرحيل
أو رحلوا فعلاً ...
كبرنا جداً ...
وعرفنا أن قسوة أمي كانت حب
وغضبها حب وعقابها حب
يالها من حياة ، وما أغربها من دنيا
وما أقصر العمر
عذراً - فيثاغورس
أمي هي المعادلة الأصعب
عذراً - نيوتن
فأمي هي سر الجاذبية
عذراً - أديسون
فأمي هي أول مصباح في حياتي
عذراً - أفلاطون
فأمي هي البقعة الفاضلة في قَلّبي
عذراً - روما
فكل الطرق تؤدي إلى حب أمي
عذراً - جولييت
فأمي هي حبيبتي
وعذرًا للجميع ؛
فهي أمرأة لن تتكرر في هذه الحياة ...
شكرًا أمي لأنك أمي
بكى رجل في جنازة أمه ،
فقيل له : وما يبكيك ؟
قال : ولم لا أبكي
وقد أغلق باب من أبواب الجنة !
كذلك تقول الملائكه لابن المتوفيه : ماتت التي كنا نكرمك من اجلها
هنيئاً لمن لا زالت امه على قيد الحياة
صن تلك الجوهرة قبل ان تفقدها وتندم كثيرا
أدع لامك هذا الدعاء (( اللهم اجعل أمـَي ممن تقول لها النار : {{ أعبري فإن نورك أطفا نــاري }} وتقول لها الجنه... {{ أقبلي فقد اشتقت إليك قبل ان أراك

Results (English) 1:

More of the darkness ...We grew up in.. So we feel that behind the smile, mom's a tear for. Behind the strength of my father a disease of ...We grew up in.. To find our problems, no longer have a piece of candy or dress or bag of ... And that our parents will they hold our hands to cross the street, or twists of life ...We grew up in.. And we discovered we did not grow old alone only But large pabuena with us, about to leave Or left actually ...We grew up very ...And we knew the severity of my mother was love And her anger love and its punishment of love What a life, what gave from lowAnd the shortest lifeSorry-Pythagoras My mom is the hardest equationSorry-Newton My mommy is the mystery of gravitySorry-Edison The mom is the first lamp in my lifeSorry-Plato My mommy is a good spot in my heartSorry-Rome All roads lead to love momSorry-Juliet My mommy is my loverAnd sorry to everyone;It is not repeated in this life ...Thank you mom for you momA man wept at the funeral of his mother,It was said to him: what supplications?He said: don't cryThe closed section of paradise!As well as telling the angels to the deceased's son died that we we registered you for itCongratulations to of his mother still alive Sun jewel before you lose it and regret it so muchCall your mom this du'aa ' ((o Lord, make my mom who says her fire: {{cross the Newark snuff out n see}} says her paradise ... {{Akabli has xaca before I see you

Results (English) 2:

More of the dark ...
we grew up ... to the point where we feel that behind my mom laugh thousand tears .. Behind the strength of Abu thousand illness ...
we grew up ... to find that our problems, no longer be solved with a candy or dress or bag ...
and our parents will not always Amska our hands to cross the street, or junctures of life ...
we grew up ... and we discovered that we did not grow old alone only
large but our parents with us, and are about to leave
or have left ... actually
grow old too ...
and we knew that my mother was the cruelty of love
and anger, love The punishment love
what a life, what Ograbha of minimum
and shorter life
Sorry - Pythagoras
mom is the equation harder
Sorry - Newton
My mother is the secret of gravity
Sorry - Addison
My mother is the first lamp in my life
Sorry - Plato
My mother is spot virtuous in my heart
Sorry - Rome
Each roads lead to the love of my mother
Sorry - Juliet
My mother is my beloved
and Sorry for all;
She is a woman will not be repeated in this life ...
thank my mom for you mom
cried a man at the funeral of his mother,
was said to him: What makes you cry?
He said: did not cry
has closed the door of the gates of Paradise !
the angels also says to the son of the deceased: died that we Nkermk for it
Blessed are those who his mother is still alive
Sun that gem before it lose and much to regret
let Lamech this supplication ((Oh God, make my mother who says her fire: {{pass over the Newark snuff bullet }} and tell her paradise ... {{ACCEPT have missed you before they see you

Results (English) 3:

is more dark. We grew up... So our sense of mom one thousand tears behind a smile. And the strength of my father
Alfu disease. We grew up... We find that problems are solved with a piece of candy or a dress or a bag.
And our parents will always Ymska hand to cross the street, or corners of life. "We grew up... We discovered that we did not grow old alone only
us, rather large. Wawshkwa out or gone...

we grew up. "And we know that the cruelty of love
.Love and anger and love with punishment and
- have developed the life and strange realm of Pythagoras and shorter life

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, mom is the most difficult equation
I Edison's mother is the secret of attraction

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, Plato's mother is the first lamp.
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