{"id":21519,"date":"2024-03-07T16:04:51","date_gmt":"2024-03-07T16:04:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/azharalharf.com\/?p=21519"},"modified":"2024-03-07T16:04:51","modified_gmt":"2024-03-07T16:04:51","slug":"%d9%85%d8%ac%d9%85%d9%88%d8%b9%d8%a9-%d9%82%d8%b5%d8%a7%d8%a6%d8%af-%d9%84%d9%84%d8%b4%d8%a7%d8%b9%d8%b1%d8%a9-%d9%83%d9%88%d9%85%d8%b1%d9%8a-%d8%a7%d9%81%d8%af%d9%8a%d9%84-%d8%b4%d8%a7%d9%84%d8%a7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/azharalharf.com\/?p=21519","title":{"rendered":"\u0645\u062c\u0645\u0648\u0639\u0629 \u0642\u0635\u0627\u0626\u062f \u0644\u0644\u0634\u0627\u0639\u0631\u0629 \u0643\u0648\u0645\u0631\u064a \u0627\u0641\u062f\u064a\u0644 \u0634\u0627\u0644\u0627 \/ \u0643\u0648\u0633\u0648\u0641\u0648"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/azharalharf.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/img-20240307-wa00071986855403493583524-769x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-21517\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Poet Bio<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Poet Kumrie Avdyl Shala, is a teacher and journalist, lives and works in the city of Peja, Republic of Kosovo, she has published several books in the Albanian language.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Poems<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">VICTIMIZED<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I&#8217;m blaming myself even though it&#8217;s not my fault,<br \/>my heart cries inside when I remember you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ah! Bad luck, they ruined the youth of the woman,<br \/>They put you in an endless path, they chased you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He tore the bridal veil without coming down, star.<br \/>They threw you away like a rag, worthless,<br \/>Well, they themselves live with &#8220;honor&#8221;, the dishonest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">2<br \/>How my soul hurts when I remember it<br \/>The first meeting that remained the last,<br \/>As if you wanted to tell me something.<br \/>But inside, as if you were afraid<br \/>That you had the innocent man by your side,<br \/>That his mind was not going<br \/>That the scumbags have ruined his life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">3<br \/>Why, oh woman, didn&#8217;t you say a word on the first date?<br \/>Maybe we would have come out side, we would have saved you,<br \/>from the serpents that circle around you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">4.<br \/>Why?<br \/>Why did the first and last meeting have to remain?!<br \/>Why?<br \/>I, even as you are, would have forgiven the mistake,<br \/>I would like to meet you, because you have a white soul!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Eh, whenever I close my eyes,<br \/>my mind wanders.<br \/>Immediately put on your clothes,<br \/>and, now I understand you deeply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Eh!<br \/>I always think of you,<br \/>Isay, they throw you, but in which forest?<br \/>Did you eat, did you drink,<br \/>Those eyes, did you close them well?<br \/>Maybe they hurt you,<br \/>they beat you, or drugged you,<br \/>Unlucky woman, desolate woman!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">5<br \/>We haven&#8217;t heard from you in years.<br \/>no word, no letter to you.<br \/>And these days the mind than<br \/>I&#8217;m upset<br \/>We said, what did those eyes see?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I curse the luck that we didn&#8217;t meet before,<br \/>Maybe I should have protected you from that jackal<br \/>to be seen as a shadow cursing you<br \/>he lost his soul to cry trouble.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">They earned money and dollars with you,<br \/>They shopped, sold for goods.<br \/>Eh, desolate woman, you desolate woman,<br \/>they broke the desire together with the heart!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">6.<br \/>My soul, how to be calm,<br \/>when I think of what you were, and now where you are gone<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I,<br \/>Great God, thank you<br \/>My prayers were considered<br \/>stop the jerk for every bad thing<br \/>that the woman did not give birth to violence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Beautiful, yet fragile creatures<br \/>Get on good roads and never on dirt roads!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">7<br \/>It is a great horror for every woman<br \/>When a man seduces her,<br \/>Threatening parents or siblings<br \/>With blackmail, he instills fear to the core.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Eh, desolate woman, accept every humiliation,<br \/>For the family, I choose the road of no return<br \/>Sometimes white-nosed, sometimes a servant in a harem<br \/>Eh, lonely woman, the bed became a feast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">8<br \/>No one cries trouble,<br \/>or so it seems to me?<br \/>Couldn&#8217;t find a naked woman?<br \/>Didn&#8217;t you throw one in the stream?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">How often they met death<br \/>Well, God didn&#8217;t take them, as if for trouble<br \/>Maybe, He weighs our loss<br \/>I don&#8217;t know what awaits us, but here is hell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">For the deserted woman, did you commit a sin?!<br \/>Do you want to make a bet on this?<br \/>Is there no sin in the man who violently took her to bed?<br \/>And that he changed with others from moment to moment?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">9.<br \/>Eh, this tragedy comes to an end,<br \/>Unlucky woman, sacrifice for survival,<br \/>This fragile gender, how does it not take a place?<br \/>For centuries, there was no hope.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poet Bio Poet Kumrie Avdyl Shala, is a teacher and journalist, lives and works in the city of Peja, Republic of Kosovo, she has published several books in the Albanian language. 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