Treasure Island

Mousheera Shafik

(26/7/1987 / heliopolis)

Biography of Mousheera Shafik

humans are always different... one man thinks he is the centre of universe and one other feels like a dropp in a wide rage ocean... but bothe humans are so hopeless.. as the human self bears moments of grandeur, and moments of dwindling.., moments of poise, others of rage.., moments of passion, others of wounds.. and the right contradictive word of passion is aversion... but wounds are more fitting as those ones who love never know how hate.
some lines came from within as they've been all experienced.
but the more knowledge i gain, the more ignorant i figure my self out.
the more um feeling august, the more i feel so small when i just stand besides the ocean.
the more um getting hurt, the more um getting so strong...
here in the Arabian culture.. when there is something impossible comes along, we describe it as (this would be the fourth impossible)
have you ever heard of the three impossibles?
the three impossible are to be; the roc.., the phoenix.., and A REAL FRIEND INDEED.
i guess it's getting garrulous, but i think it's precious :)
um Mousheera shafik,20 years old love to rhyme somehow, love drawing, painting and the fine arts as a whole.. always find a way in writting, reading.. as those paradoxes that you may learn from are to be so few if you relied on self experiences..
and the most important thing that keeps me going is my love... I love him so much :)

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Silence brusque

How can silence bring out noise?
How can you do things out of choice?
Why can't you even hear the voice?
Waiting for a chance to roll the dice
To leave the virtue and seek for vice
And live your life with a wall of ice
You don’t choose your destiny, so just think twice
See the truth with the truth eyes
Fight for good and kill your lies

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