“نايف فتاة” I’m from the key that has been abandoned in the vibrant and the emotionless luminous air The notes appear in my head like a scripture as I play from left to right from Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin, Bach, Brahms, and Tchaikovsky. I’m from a place where my feet swing onto the pedals once, twice, and over again force slammed into one and the other, converting to a gentle push against the shiny, gold, phenomenally glistering gold pedals. I’m from hammers banging across the thin, dusty strings one by one as my hands slide across the heavy unblemished white smooth surface. From sharps to flats I’m from the dust flowing through my dark small room as it rises the notes soar along with it. I’m from the movement of my gracious heart as the clef I follow leaves a delightful feeling of joy that emerges throughout my pumped body as I let the harmony rest upon me.. I am from the warm, loving hugs that fill my heart with sympathy and compassion. …show more content…
The free soul of all her capabilities, fulfilled towards me, the heart she owns is a benevolent about me through the day and night. The fragile heart of the one who pours the fond mist into my arrogance breaks when I contend against her and rebel. I’m from the “I miss you” to the “Where are you’ to the “I love you”. She always lends a hand out towards me, yet I am too immature to accept the offers. I am here where I am today because of her, the one who has sacrificed everything for me and will be willing put her life on the line for me. But I stand here alone wondering if I would do the