The Radiance of a Lady
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Your love illuminates my heart,
And you have forbidden me to reveal this honor.
How can the light of your brilliance be dimmed
When it radiates from everywhere?
It shines like a sapphire,
a diamond, or a jewel,
And dazzles everyone
with your blonde beauty.
You do not believe in my love,
In turn,
While I can love no one else but you;
This is my destiny, this is my faith.
You are my heart and my soul,
You are my destiny, you are my law.
I cannot bear it when you are far away, beautiful woman,
You who soothe my heart in flames.
In you, I find all my vows,
You who make my days happy.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
Inspired by an Andalusian music piece, "Bassit Ibahane"
December 13, 2025
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The Movie of My Life
2688
I have lived among the Wealthy
I have walked alongside the Poor
I have approached those without a home.
I have challenged intellectuals and faced the illiterate.
My past was surely atypical, often tumultuous, but fantastic—
At times extravagant, at others, wretched.
With highs and lows,
And riddled with missteps.
Full of exploits,
A source of satisfaction and joy.
I never let anyone dictate their law to me;
I was always that rebel,
Mixing courage with zeal.
I have faced dead ends,
Bearing scars and traces
That could have been fatal.
Fortunately, I made it through miraculously, against all odds.
I have known the joy of encounters
And the sadness of partings, again and again.
But I am proud of what I have undertaken so far,
Even if my work seems unfinished.
The time I have left to live
Bodes for a promising future.
I remain attentive to thoughts,
Filling my days with jokes and laughter.
I stay serene and confident, for the best is yet to come.
Helping my neighbor helps me hold on
And gives meaning to my life.
Listening to people,
Understanding their setbacks,
Solving problems and giving hope
Is, for me, the definition of joy.
At the twilight of my life,
And at my age now,
I would not change my style or my way of life for anything in the world.
Otherwise, I would no longer be who I am,
And that would be a betrayal of this "dog of a life" of mine.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
Inspired by a text from my Master, Pr. Hakam Tazi Moukha
January 20, 2024
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The Radiance of a Lady
2701
Your love illuminates my heart,
And you have forbidden me to reveal this honor.
How can the light of your brilliance be dimmed
When it radiates from everywhere?
It shines like a sapphire,
a diamond, or a jewel,
And dazzles everyone
with your blonde beauty.
You do not believe in my love,
In turn,
While I can love no one else but you;
This is my destiny, this is my faith.
You are my heart and my soul,
You are my destiny, you are my law.
I cannot bear it when you are far away, beautiful woman,
You who soothe my heart in flames.
In you, I find all my vows,
You who make my days happy.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
Inspired by an Andalusian music piece, "Bassit Ibahane"
December 13, 2025
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The Radiance of a Lady
3548
Your love illuminates my heart,
And you have forbidden me to reveal this honor.
How can the light of your brilliance be dimmed
When it radiates from everywhere?
It shines like a sapphire,
a diamond, or a jewel,
And dazzles everyone
with your blonde beauty.
You do not believe in my love,
In turn,
While I can love no one else but you;
This is my destiny, this is my faith.
You are my heart and my soul,
You are my destiny, you are my law.
I cannot bear it when you are far away, beautiful woman,
You who soothe my heart in flames.
In you, I find all my vows,
You who make my days happy.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
Inspired by an Andalusian music piece, "Bassit Ibahane"
December 13, 2025
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The Radiance of a Lady
3934
Your love illuminates my heart,
And you have forbidden me to reveal this honor.
How can the light of your brilliance be dimmed
When it radiates from everywhere?
It shines like a sapphire,
a diamond, or a jewel,
And dazzles everyone
with your blonde beauty.
You do not believe in my love,
In turn,
While I can love no one else but you;
This is my destiny, this is my faith.
You are my heart and my soul,
You are my destiny, you are my law.
I cannot bear it when you are far away, beautiful woman,
You who soothe my heart in flames.
In you, I find all my vows,
You who make my days happy.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
Inspired by an Andalusian music piece, "Bassit Ibahane"
December 13, 2025
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The Radiance of a Lady
3972
Your love illuminates my heart,
And you have forbidden me to reveal this honor.
How can the light of your brilliance be dimmed
When it radiates from everywhere?
It shines like a sapphire,
a diamond, or a jewel,
And dazzles everyone
with your blonde beauty.
You do not believe in my love,
In turn,
While I can love no one else but you;
This is my destiny, this is my faith.
You are my heart and my soul,
You are my destiny, you are my law.
I cannot bear it when you are far away, beautiful woman,
You who soothe my heart in flames.
In you, I find all my vows,
You who make my days happy.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
Inspired by an Andalusian music piece, "Bassit Ibahane"
December 13, 2025
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The Radiance of a Lady
4002
Your love illuminates my heart,
And you have forbidden me to reveal this honor.
How can the light of your brilliance be dimmed
When it radiates from everywhere?
It shines like a sapphire,
a diamond, or a jewel,
And dazzles everyone
with your blonde beauty.
You do not believe in my love,
In turn,
While I can love no one else but you;
This is my destiny, this is my faith.
You are my heart and my soul,
You are my destiny, you are my law.
I cannot bear it when you are far away, beautiful woman,
You who soothe my heart in flames.
In you, I find all my vows,
You who make my days happy.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
Inspired by an Andalusian music piece, "Bassit Ibahane"
December 13, 2025
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Kaftan Evening (Soirée Kaftan)
4184
In a Kaftan evening's glow,
Colors compete in vibrant show,
And tales of ancient times they sow.
They blend within the multi-hue,
Granting the festivity its view.
The lovely ladies each embrace their dance,
To music's rhythm that puts them in a trance.
Each region of Morocco, for its kaftan, must innovate,
The Sefrioui kaftan, adorned with cherries, is great.
It pleases me and makes my head spin,
The Queen of Cherries is full of grace,
She is beautiful, she has class.
The yellow Fassi kaftan is sublime,
The pink Marrakchi kaftan is intimate.
The green Oujdi kaftan is simply top-tier,
The red Meknassi kaftan extremely pleases me here.
The multicolored Berber kaftan leaves me dreaming and pale,
The beige Soussi kaftan I adore and hail.
The Sahraoui sky-blue kaftan seduces me as well,
The Rifian royal blue kaftan charms like a spell.
The red and green Casablanca kaftan is magical,
The Rbati kaftan is fantastical.
The white Tetouani kaftan is lordly and grand,
The pistachio Tangerois kaftan brings emotion to the land.
The Chefchaouni kaftan leaves me astounded and mute,
The Moroccan kaftan is simply royal in its pursuit.
The Safi sky-blue kaftan is very beautiful,
From Tangier to Lagouira,
It perpetuates since the dawn of time the style of a tailoring, a witness to a great culture's spring,
Whose secret and honor only the Cherifian Kingdom keeps,
To the great dismay of the envious and the thieves.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
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December 11, 2025
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Kaftan Evening (Soirée Kaftan)
4191
In a Kaftan evening's glow,
Colors compete in vibrant show,
And tales of ancient times they sow.
They blend within the multi-hue,
Granting the festivity its view.
The lovely ladies each embrace their dance,
To music's rhythm that puts them in a trance.
Each region of Morocco, for its kaftan, must innovate,
The Sefrioui kaftan, adorned with cherries, is great.
It pleases me and makes my head spin,
The Queen of Cherries is full of grace,
She is beautiful, she has class.
The yellow Fassi kaftan is sublime,
The pink Marrakchi kaftan is intimate.
The green Oujdi kaftan is simply top-tier,
The red Meknassi kaftan extremely pleases me here.
The multicolored Berber kaftan leaves me dreaming and pale,
The beige Soussi kaftan I adore and hail.
The Sahraoui sky-blue kaftan seduces me as well,
The Rifian royal blue kaftan charms like a spell.
The red and green Casablanca kaftan is magical,
The Rbati kaftan is fantastical.
The white Tetouani kaftan is lordly and grand,
The pistachio Tangerois kaftan brings emotion to the land.
The Chefchaouni kaftan leaves me astounded and mute,
The Moroccan kaftan is simply royal in its pursuit.
The Safi sky-blue kaftan is very beautiful,
From Tangier to Lagouira,
It perpetuates since the dawn of time the style of a tailoring, a witness to a great culture's spring,
Whose secret and honor only the Cherifian Kingdom keeps,
To the great dismay of the envious and the thieves.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
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December 11, 2025
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Kaftan Evening (Soirée Kaftan
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)
In a Kaftan evening's glow,
Colors compete in vibrant show,
And tales of ancient times they sow.
They blend within the multi-hue,
Granting the festivity its view.
The lovely ladies each embrace their dance,
To music's rhythm that puts them in a trance.
Each region of Morocco, for its kaftan, must innovate,
The Sefrioui kaftan, adorned with cherries, is great.
It pleases me and makes my head spin,
The Queen of Cherries is full of grace,
She is beautiful, she has class.
The yellow Fassi kaftan is sublime,
The pink Marrakchi kaftan is intimate.
The green Oujdi kaftan is simply top-tier,
The red Meknassi kaftan extremely pleases me here.
The multicolored Berber kaftan leaves me dreaming and pale,
The beige Soussi kaftan I adore and hail.
The Sahraoui sky-blue kaftan seduces me as well,
The Rifian royal blue kaftan charms like a spell.
The red and green Casablanca kaftan is magical,
The Rbati kaftan is fantastical.
The white Tetouani kaftan is lordly and grand,
The pistachio Tangerois kaftan brings emotion to the land.
The Chefchaouni kaftan leaves me astounded and mute,
The Moroccan kaftan is simply royal in its pursuit.
The Safi sky-blue kaftan is very beautiful,
From Tangier to Lagouira,
It perpetuates since the dawn of time the style of a tailoring, a witness to a great culture's spring,
Whose secret and honor only the Cherifian Kingdom keeps,
To the great dismay of the envious and the thieves.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
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December 11, 2025
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My five witnesses of love
4371
Of this love that I have for you I have five witnesses:
My frail body which has lost its plumpness!
My hot tears despite your good care!!
My hands that tremble when you are far away!!!
My poor heart beating very hard in its little corner!!!!
And the hope of meeting you, one day, a few minutes…. at least !!!!!
Dr Fouad Bouchareb
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Reflection
3303
🧘 Reflection
Throughout my life, what I ignored as covetousness came to me willingly, without effort.
And everything I sought to possess ultimately slipped away from me, despite reinforcements.
Life only shows its generosity towards the one who doesn't care and goes without,
It humiliates the one who clings to it and holds on relentlessly.
The fire that burns the soul is soothed and eventually extinguished by detachment...
So detach yourself, for the one who lets go easily ends up possessing.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
November 24, 2025
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Reflection
3336
🧘 Reflection
Throughout my life, what I ignored as covetousness came to me willingly, without effort.
And everything I sought to possess ultimately slipped away from me, despite reinforcements.
Life only shows its generosity towards the one who doesn't care and goes without,
It humiliates the one who clings to it and holds on relentlessly.
The fire that burns the soul is soothed and eventually extinguished by detachment...
So detach yourself, for the one who lets go easily ends up possessing.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
November 24, 2025
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🖍️ Colouring
3305
I left my time
And I was quite happy about it
to rejoin the past
in order to snoop around
to better understand my destiny
deep in my subconscious
everything I wanted to reach without being able to:
the list was truly exhaustive
I left my time
And I was quite happy about it
despite the hazards and the drifts
I wanted to sort things out
in my life
when suddenly bewildered
and without warning
I had the idea
of choosing coloured pencils
which were a sham in my previous life
because they were beyond my means in primary school!!!
I was conscious but reckless
I simply wanted to learn to decorate my world
to colour abstract shapes, square or round
to flee this unbearable daily life!!!
I left my time
And I was quite happy about it
To draw the moon in black, the sky in red;
To freeze time and everything that moves
To put horns on my donkey
Just to embellish its skull!!!!
to draw many flowers 🌺
on my bedroom door.
I left my time
And I was quite happy about it
All this really made sense to me.
And I thought about it with emotion
Today that I have the coloured pencils
a reality and not a sham
the desire has suddenly evaporated
and my dream is not realised
the inspiration is no longer there
Alas, I no longer dream....
Dr Fouad Bouchareb
Tuesday, March 26, 2019
@à la une
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Reflection
3480
🧘
Throughout my life, what I ignored as covetousness came to me willingly, without effort.
And everything I sought to possess ultimately slipped away from me, despite reinforcements.
Life only shows its generosity towards the one who doesn't care and goes without,
It humiliates the one who clings to it and holds on relentlessly.
The fire that burns the soul is soothed and eventually extinguished by detachment...
So detach yourself, for the one who lets go easily ends up possessing.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
November 24, 2025
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Reflection
3507
🧘
Throughout my life, what I ignored as covetousness came to me willingly, without effort.
And everything I sought to possess ultimately slipped away from me, despite reinforcements.
Life only shows its generosity towards the one who doesn't care and goes without,
It humiliates the one who clings to it and holds on relentlessly.
The fire that burns the soul is soothed and eventually extinguished by detachment...
So detach yourself, for the one who lets go easily ends up possessing.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
November 24, 2025
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🏰 Sandcastle🏰
4104
It often happened to me that I would draw my dreams on quicksand
which ruthless waves, crashing upon the shore, came to destroy
to erase all hope
and preserve my setbacks
Yet, I was naive and unaware
My pretensions vanish and disappear in a few moments
My apprehensions resurface nonetheless
Consequently, I remain distraught for a long time
and cry over the ruins of the quicksands
Dr Fouad Bouchareb
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Agadir, November 18, 2025
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Being a doctor...in my generation!
3758
Medicine was an art practiced without flaw
by a rare horde of people dedicated to their lauded work, who often remained stuck in the hospital
to be that lifeline of oxygen and life.
We remained clear-headed. We weren't greedy at all.
Our medicine, whatever anyone said,
and in all honesty,
brought honor and happiness. It was our reason for being. Without it, we would be nothing but poor people, ultimately given over to doubt
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
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The Value of Authenticity
4001
This is our problem. 👌
What value does friendship have without sincerity?
What value does reading have without understanding?
What value does writing have without evoking emotions?
What value do words have without meaning?
What value does discussion have without logic?
What value does a smile have without pure intentions?
What value does a commitment have without loyalty?
Too often, we make friends without being sincere,
we love without being faithful,
we talk a lot without acting, and we promise without keeping our word.
Dr Fouad Bouchareb
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Agadir, November 15, 2025
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Complaints to God
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💔 Complaint to God
O, you who struck me with arrows of betrayal
And want me to understand the cause of the harm
You think the wound has been bandaged
And that I have moved past the injustice
And forgotten that its puncture is still bleeding?
The heart still weeps from its burning pain
Despite the passing of years and seasons.
How astonishing she is, and her audacity,
How she narrates delusions,
And how life increases its smiles for her,
And how her eye finds comfort in sleep,
And enjoys dreams,
And thinks she is receiving blessings,
While she is the one who humbled stature and nations.
So, to the Lord of the Kaaba, I pray and complain of injustice,
For her injustice was a bad omen,
Not blameworthy,
For she is an ill omen that does not deserve a word from me,
Not even a greeting, nor peace.
So, to God I complain and plead for a judgment,
For Glorified is He, He is Wise and All-Knowing.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
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October 28, 2025
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The Lost Necklace
4216
The Lost Necklace
How beautiful is your dentition
Which sparkles like a necklace of diamonds
So Desirable and appetizing
When I kiss you and embrace you
With fervor and grace
I savor your saliva like such fine milk
Where musk and wine mingle
O apple of my eye
O gift from the heavens
It is you I love and desire
Your presence is a true pleasure
What must I do to attract you and please you?
When you fled
My insomnia deprived me of your smile
Suddenly the gleam of the necklace eclipsed
And I found myself sick and lost
To the great dismay of my messenger
Will you return one day?
Will you keep your promise?
Who will transmit my poetry?
Perhaps one evening the South wind
Will bring you my message
Which confesses my feelings and my pledges
My sorrows and my misfortunes
And the slender hope
Of seeing the gleam of your dentition in the dark one day
Dr Fouad Bouchareb
Inspired by an Andalusian music poem
Quoddam El Hgaz El Kebir
November 8, 2025
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The Ultimate Dance 💃
4258
The Ultimate Dance 💃
He whispers to me during our waltz
Words and beautiful phrases
He holds me tight in his arms
And takes me into extraordinary dreams
And the tears from my eyes...
As if by magic, illuminate earth and sky
He carries me to all corners of the dance floor
In this sweet evening between music and choristers
And I, like a child in his hands
Like a feather in a trance to the rhythm of the refrains
He offers me the stars and the moon and his hand
He hums hymns for better tomorrows
He offers me the sun
He offers me summer and its warmth
He promises me years of happiness
He tells me that I am unique
And that I am worth more than all the stars and Sputniks
That I am a treasure
The best picture on board
His words intoxicate me
To the point of making me lose the rhythm of my steps
Words of love that I don't know
Which restore my implacable femininity
He builds me a sandcastle
That I inhabit for a few unforgettable seconds
Then I return...
I return to my table
Just with memorable words
Dr Bouchareb Fouad
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November the 6th, 2025
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Dreams
5465
Dreams
Every morning when I wake up
I remember my dream
I think I saw it in my dreams
I'm caught in a fear that eats away at me
And my heart is beating with fear and desire.
Unfortunately, the unfolding of my dreams is unremarkable
A collection of illogical events
All my memories with her fade like autumn leaves
who yield to the caresses of the breeze
And they ended up washing up on the ground wet with my tears
Witnesses of my misfortunes
I sailed against the winds and tides
Looking at the horizon
In search of a country that would inhabit me
But in vain
A kind of forward flight
It doesn't bode well
What memories born in pain
I apprehended happiness
I hoped with glow
I waited patiently
But it's been a long wait
Very long
Feeling the storm approaching
I hung on the mast
And then I landed at the first port of oblivion
I fell into alcohol and its alchemy
And suddenly my dreams resurfaced
I was shaking and not standing there anymore
And nightmares haunt my targeted nights
And replaced my shattered dreams
Dr Fouad Bouchareb
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October 24, 2025
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He thinks
5660
He thinks....
He thinks that in his nailed hands
I'm nothing but a toy.
I don’t think I’ll go back to him.
Today, everything has changed —
As if nothing had ever happened.
And with the innocence of angels from the skies
in the look in his eyes,
He tells me: I am the keeper of this place,
And that I am his one true love.
He brought me flowers.
How could I not accept them?
And all the naivety of youth
I found again in his gentle smile.
I no longer remember... the fire in your eyes.
How did I find myself in his arms?
I laid my head on his chest, proud,
Like a child returned to their father or mother.
Even my long-abandoned dresses
danced at his feet, all of them.
I forgave him… and asked how he had been.
And I cried for hours under his armpit.
And without thinking, I gave him my hand,
So it could sleep like a bird in his.
And I forgot all my hatred in a fraction of a second.
Who said I held a grudge against him?
How many times did I say I’d never return?
And yet I came back.
My return is wonderful.
To my first love.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
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Toulouse, May 29, 2025
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The judge of love
5460
Oh you judge of love
Be merciful to me
Don't condemn me until you've listened to me
I am a victim as always
I swear it out loud
She's the one who makes me sing
And play tricks on me
As before and always
And pretends to be up
Mr. Judge Believe Me
And before you say
and to judge me with your law
Remember, yes remember
That you too were mistreated
By your lover many times
And you felt what I feel
Despite your good faith
So be merciful to me
And do me justice for once
Otherwise in your law I will lose my faith
I was what you are, you'll be what I am
Dr Bouchareb Fouad
June 4, 2024
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Palace of the Kasbah
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Malaga, Palace of the Kasbah
Each time I wander there,
a strange phenomenon occurs
it seems I can hear the murmur of another age,
an extraordinary idyll,
from a past not so distant,
suddenly extinguished,
leaving a feeling of the unfinished,
of an era that left its mark,
of which Arabs and Moors still speak,
and nearly every spirit recalls
those of noble souls
and proud Iberian Spaniards.
In the gardens, I seem to hear melodious songs,
of lovers and beloveds
sharing cups of wine,
pure juice of the vine,
and mugs of beer,
behind stone walls
as if it were yesterday
sole witnesses of a past they hold dear,
hidden from the envious eyes of pawns,
to the great dismay of spies and the curious.
Suddenly rises the voice of a singer,
sweet and marvelous,
healing the wounds of every broken heart
that no physician, however wise,
had ever managed to cure.
O Andalusia, land of a glorious past,
of wondrous tales and shining episodes!
The Palace of the Kasbah still stands proud,
rising high through time,
faithful to its noble heritage,
awaiting the resurrection of its Caliph
and his courtiers.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
The Palace of the Kasbah
Malaga, September 16, 2022
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Love!
6539
Love!
(Inspired by Jalal Eddine Rumi)
Love is destiny.
We hardly ever choose the moment to love;
It happens one evening… or one morning.
It comes by pure chance,
Leaving you confused and dazed.
The day you expect it the least,
You never saw it coming from afar.
It strikes in the blink of an eye,
Without an appointment,
It makes you gentle,
It makes you lose your reason.
It makes you flee your home.
Like fire, it burns with passion.
Love at first sight is common—
Each will have their share, their portion.
Without logic…
Yet it’s beautiful, despite all we endure.
It’s a pure feeling,
When it is sincere.
It’s magic,
It’s fantastic.
Despite its pains and sorrows,
Its sleepless nights until dawn,
It is life’s elixir,
Ecstasy without end.
It comes to you as if by magic,
Lifting you away from everything,
Besieging you from everywhere,
Taking over your soul…
And driving you mad, sooner or later!
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
El Médano / Tenerife
August 24, 2025
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The Neighbor of the Valley
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The Neighbor of the Valley
(Inspired by the song of Fairouz — “Ya Jarat al-Wadi”)
O neighbor of the valley, O joy,
O turmoil of my soul,
Your memories and dreams haunt me still,
Calling me, claiming my whole.
In my dreams as in my waking mind,
Your love remains, ever near;
And the memories softly resound,
Echoes of a past still clear.
I passed again by the gardens,
So green, so full of life —
There where I once met you,
Upon that sunlit hill.
Faces and eyes smiled upon me,
And in their breath I sensed your scent.
My weary soul revived at once,
She who had mourned her fate
Since the day you went.
Never before had I known
The sweetness of a lover’s embrace,
Until the day I gently held you close —
You, the red-haired grace,
Whose supple form bent softly in my hands,
Like a slender branch swayed by the breeze,
And whose cheeks, out of modesty,
Blushed with tender unease.
The language of words fell silent then,
Yielding to the speech of eyes;
Mine spoke to yours
With the passion love implies.
The stars and the heavens, our only allies,
Bore witness to us before the skies.
And when night came, I held you again,
Caressed and kissed you
Until the breaking of dawn —
Before we drifted apart, forlorn.
Since that day, there has been no yesterday,
No tomorrow, no day after,
No time thereafter.
The flow of time has ceased forever,
And was condensed into that one day —
The day I basked in all your favor.
Dr Fouad Bouchareb
Rabat, October 11, 2025
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The One Tormented by Love
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The One Tormented by Love
He whom love is nothing but torment and cries,
Whom sleep abandons and flees,
Whose endless tears touch all who see him suffer.
His wounded and tortured heart knows no respite,
And his bruised eyelids remain open forever.
The leaves tremble beneath his sighs,
And the stone melts under the weight of his groans.
He speaks to the stars,
Telling them of his misfortunes,
His cries and his sorrows…
In vain.
He ends up tiring them,
They slip away and abandon him,
Leaving him motionless and weary,
Yet awake, gazing beyond.
Yet every tearful admirer
Would dream that her hands could brush him,
Touch him,
Behold him,
And love him.
His eyes denied the blood he shed;
Would his face deny his pain as well?
When his witnesses of love left him without honor,
He displayed his cheek so that it could bear witness in their place.
Between her and him, love is a solid bond,
Impossible to break or tarnish.
Why then so many reproaches
That open to him the door of oblivion,
Only to slam it forever in his face?
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
Inspired by the song of Mohammed Abdelouhab
"مضناك جفاه مرقده"
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An Illusory Return
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An Illusory Return
The morning breeze foretells the return of my beloved,
After leaving me for so many years.
If she truly comes, it will be at noon
At least, that’s what she told me.
The morning breeze foretells the return of my beloved,
After leaving me for so many years.
Could it be a premonition?
Will she really come back to me?
Or is it a pious wish,
A dream of a time long gone and faded?
Yet everything seems to foretell her return
On this break of day:
A blue sky, bright and clear,
A sun rising early, strangely so,
Majestic unusually radiant.
The moon takes its leave discreetly and all the better for it.
The morning breeze foretells the return of my beloved,
After leaving me for so many years.
I tremble and waver in my corner like a child,
I cry out in enchantment,
I can no longer keep still
I lose all sense.
A swallow lands upon my balcony,
As if to show me its sympathy.
The morning breeze foretells the return of my beloved,
After leaving me for so many years.
Time stops
it feels like eternity.
The ticking of my watch falters, losing its rhythm,
The hands seem frozen, stretched apart.
I hold my breath,
I can hardly breathe, I’m suffocating,
Sweat pouring from every pore,
My head spinning, my sight blurred.
The morning breeze foretells the return of my beloved,
After leaving me for so many years.
Suddenly, the morning breeze ceases.
I sense that she is not yet ready.
The sun vanishes like a sorcerer,
Hiding behind the clouds.
The moon peeks through now and then,
As if to mock his retreat.
The ticking of my watch resumes its old rhythm,
The clock hands blend together enchantingly.
I catch my breath again,
Regain my composure,
Put my jacket back on,
Recover my reason,
And stop asking questions.
I am convinced she will not return today
She has not kept her word, as always.
I shall wait for another breeze,
On another morning,
That will once again announce her return.
Until then
I’ll go out for a walk.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
Rabat, October 26, 2022
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He thinks....
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He thinks....
He thinks that in his nailed hands
I'm nothing but a toy.
I don’t think I’ll go back to him.
Today, everything has changed
As if nothing had ever happened.
And with the innocence of angels from the skies
in the look in his eyes,
He tells me: I am the keeper of this place,
And that I am his one true love.
He brought me flowers.
How could I not accept them?
And all the naivety of youth
I found again in his gentle smile.
I no longer remember... the fire in your eyes.
How did I find myself in his arms?
I laid my head on his chest, proud,
Like a child returned to their father or mother.
Even my long-abandoned dresses
danced at his feet, all of them.
I forgave him… and asked how he had been.
And I cried for hours under his armpit.
And without thinking, I gave him my hand,
So it could sleep like a bird in his.
And I forgot all my hatred in a fraction of a second.
Who said I held a grudge against him?
How many times did I say I’d never return?
And yet I came back.
My return is wonderful.
To my first love.
Dr. Fouad Bouchareb
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Toulouse, May 29, 2025
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My Street
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My Street
It belongs to me
It’s part of my daily life
It’s a kind of identity and bond
I love the name of my street, and that’s fine
It wasn’t named for nothing
My street is called Hablmlouk
And it’s not just any name
Yes, it’s called Cherry Street 🍒
It’s beautiful and exquisite
It reminds me every moment of Sefrou
My hometown
With ancestral roots
It enchants me from all sides
And for me, above all
That’s enough
It’s better that way
Dr. Bouchareb Fouad
May 18, 2020
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