Balqees

MD 🩺 Dermatology and Venereology resident

[Balqees @blqeesm]

بعرف بنت بتحكي زي ai
دايما بتكتب بوستات على فيسبوك من ايام زمان
معقول هيذالي دربت ai العربي 🤔

[Hager abdelbaset @Hager_189]

مِّنَ الْمُؤْمِنِينَ رِجَالٌ صَدَقُوا مَا عَاهَدُوا اللَّهَ عَلَيْهِ ۖ فَمِنْهُم مَّن قَضَىٰ نَحْبَهُ وَمِنْهُم مَّن يَنتَظِرُ ۖ وَمَا بَدَّلُوا تَبْدِيلًا

[Balqees @blqeesm]

Greif is the price we pay for love.
I miss you everyday.

[Noctara @rumilyrics]

This isn’t love. It’s just your emptiness dressed up as comfort. True love burns you, reduces you to ashes—then makes you new again.

[هل انت عبيط ! @Egyptianmemees]

حرفياً

[Balqees @blqeesm]

Блядь
Сколько долбоебов

[Balqees @blqeesm]

in the faces of its people,
in the quiet hum of its soul.

And though it hurts,
though the tears threaten to fall,
I will let myself remember.
I will let myself feel.
Because even in the pain,
there is love.
And love, like art, is eternal.

[Balqees @blqeesm]

In the labyrinth of my thoughts, he waits
a specter, a fragment, a brother lost to time.
I am afraid to let him in, afraid to unravel the threads of memory,
because when I do, the ache rises like a tide,
and I must steady myself, clutching at the edges of my composure,

[Balqees @blqeesm]

It is a part of me now, this grief,
a wound that will never fully close.

But perhaps, in these moments,
when I feel him close,
when I see him in the eyes of strangers,
he is reminding me that he is not truly gone.
He is here, in the art of this city,