Studio I-Craft

17/01/2026

Cairo ... through my lens

17/01/2026

Dubai, through my lens

01/01/2026

New Start, New Promise

A new start, a softer dawn,
Not untouched, but wiser now.
The past stands behind me—
Not a weight,
A teacher.

I gather its lessons
Like stones from a long road,
Smoothened by mistakes,
Shaped by time.

What broke did not end me.
What stayed taught me patience.
What left made space
For becoming.

I step forward
With memory in my hands
And promise in my heart—
Not to repeat,
But to grow.

14/12/2025

14/12/2025

Friendship

In quiet words and endless talks,
In laughter echoing down our walks,
In borrowed strength on heavy days,
In comfort found in silent ways.

In shared small joys the world forgets,
In promises nobody regrets,
In every truth we dare to speak,
In showing up when life feels weak.

In growing old through shifting time,
In keeping hearts in gentle rhyme—
A friendship lives, both calm and bright,
A steady hand, a guiding light.

No map, no measure, no design—
Just souls that choose to intertwine.
A bond not taught, but simply known…
A place that always feels like home.

30/11/2025

Seasons

30/11/2025

07/11/2025

Sunshine and Laughter

Sunshine spills across the morning,
a soft hymn on the window glass,
touching the quiet corners
where yesterday’s worries slept.

Laughter rises like a bird
shaking dew from its wings,
a bright sound that lifts
the hush of an ordinary day.

It drifts through rooms,
dancing on warm currents of air,
turning simple moments—
tea brewing, curtains swaying—
into tiny celebrations.

There is a sweetness here,
in how sunlight rests on your shoulders,
in how a smile can bloom
without warning, without reason,
as though joy remembers your name.

We walk through the world
carrying storms inside,
but sometimes the clouds part
just enough for a ray to slip through,
gentle as a blessing.

And in that golden pause,
we find ourselves laughing—
at nothing, at everything,
at the miracle of breathing
beneath an open sky.

Sunshine and laughter—
two small, glowing gifts
spilling into our hands,
reminding us
that light, too,
comes in waves.

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02/11/2025

Serenity

Beneath the noise, a whisper stays,
a breath that hums through silver days—
it speaks in light, in drifting air,
in quiet hearts that learn to care.

The morning opens, soft and slow,
as sunlight spills its golden glow,
each ray a hand, so warm, so kind,
that smooths the furrows in the mind.

The trees are still, yet full of song,
the wind moves gentle, never strong;
a single leaf begins to fall—
and peace descends, surrounding all.

The teacup steams, the moment sings,
the world forgets its hurried things;
and I, within this fragile calm,
feel time dissolve, become a psalm.

No need for more, no want, no cry—
the soul expands beneath the sky;
the heart, once loud with restless flame,
now beats, but never seeks a name.

Serenity, sweet river deep,
you cradle dreams that dare to sleep;
you teach the soul to simply be,
to float in still simplicity.

No thunder roars, no triumph calls,
just silence echoing through walls—
a silence pure, yet full of grace,
a touch unseen, a soft embrace.

And in this hush, the spirit hears
the music born of vanished fears;
a melody so faint, so true,
the world feels washed in tender blue.

O quiet muse, eternal friend,
you need no start, you know no end;
you live in every breath, unseen—
the calm between, the peace within.