مليار سنة قبل نهاية العالم بمليار سنة (A billion years before the end of the world)

مليار سنة قبل نهاية العالم بمليار سنة

01. أصداء في اللانهاية
02. تأثير كوريوليس
03. غضب بين النجوم
04. بين النجوم والقلب
05. أسئلة تحت الرماد
06. الشكوك
07. ميراثُ القدر
08. إلى أين نحن ذاهبون؟
09. وداعاً أيها الكون
10. طرق ملتوية

Echoes in Infinity

O vast universe, O sea of enigma,
O melody of stars in depths of dogma.
Who are you? What secrets do you hide?
Are we but mirage on your endless ride?

Galaxies spin with no beginning or end,
Heavy silence around does extend.
Do you hear our whispers of inquiry,
Or are we but dust in a light of uncertainty?

In every star, an unwritten poem gleams,
In every hole, a hidden story dreams.
We are the children of flame, dust of the skies,
Walking a path with no reason why.

Who are we? I ask the earth and sea,
I ask the wind that roams so free.
Are we echoes of shadows long past,
Or a trembling life in a barren night cast?

We are the children of earth, dust of stars,
Tales told amid the crowded clouds afar.
We flicker a moment, then fade like fire,
Like fleeting dreams, brief and dire.

We sow time, seeking eternity’s scope,
Drowning in questions with no hope.
Are we meaning, or are we illusion,
Dancing on the edge of oblivion?

Who are we? I ask the earth and sea,
I ask the wind that roams so free.
Are we echoes of shadows long past,
Or a trembling life in a barren night cast?

We are grains of sand on the shore of the vast,
Small and frail before the greatness so vast.

The Coriolis Effect

In the celestial realm where secrets lie concealed,
Where light trembles deep, its mysteries unrevealed.

She stood, a scientist, her mind a burning flame,
Questioning the cosmos, to which the skies proclaim:

“How do stars ignite their fields of glowing fire?”
“And how does their magnetic pulse shift and conspire?”

An ancient question, beyond reason’s grasp,
Yet her thoughts draw closer to the unknown’s clasp.

She ponders convection and its restless flow,
The Coriolis force, its effect to know.
Graphs she sketches, data she dissects,
Seeking patterns, clues, the truth connects.

She reads the winds in the pulse of their veins,
And hears the light whisper through its veils and chains.

Equations fill her notebooks, vivid and alive,
Numbers revealing what might soon arrive.

Her mind charts the stars, a map in her hand,
As the secrets of science pour forth like sand.

The nights pass swiftly, the days in their wake,
Yet she persists — this puzzle she cannot forsake.
Suddenly, a spark ignites her inner sight,
A star seems to fall, illuminating her night.

She recalculates, revisits her thought,
Adds a new variable, adjusts what she sought.
The results astonish, her skin tingles with awe,
She stands on the verge of unlocking nature’s law.

On the brink of discovery, the universe waits,
As if she’s the sun for which knowledge anticipates.

Rage Among the Stars

At a lofty observatory, she watches the night,
Deciphering the cosmos, probing its plight.
A physicist, with dreams in her eyes aglow,
She journeys through galaxies, touching the unknown.

But the doors of life seldom remain closed,
And so her sister came, from a yearning past exposed.
They hadn’t met since childhood, since the first horizon,
And with her, she brought laughter—the past’s adornment risen.

With her husband and his ever-playful friend,
They brought noise, tales, and songs that never end.
“Leave the stars for now, come dance with us,
What’s the point of the cosmos if tomorrow you’re left in fuss?”

With her husband and his ever-jesting ally,
They knocked on the door of her contemplative sky.
“Leave the stars, let’s celebrate tonight,
Life’s too fleeting to waste in endless flight!”

I cry out within: “Leave me alone,
This universe is mine—it’s my truest home!”

“O World!” she cries, to the void’s vast face,
“Don’t you understand? I’m chasing truth’s embrace!
I seek the secret of existence, the meaning of life,
Don’t you see? This is no mere delight!”

Don’t they know the stars await her gaze,
That time, like a sword, cuts through the days?
Or do they see her as merely a woman,
Born to amuse, not to forge the vision?

But they don’t relent, they fill the space,
With laughter, clamor, and tales that race.
“Don’t you see? The stars won’t flee,
But we’re but guests in eternity!”

Yet the stars remain silent, as always they do,
Leaving her alone, in this chaotic milieu.

Between the Stars and the Heart

He said:
“Life without a partner is desolate.
Be with me, walk with me into its abode.
Our children will fill this house with laughter,
And together we’ll seek shelter in love from life’s dangers.
Leave behind the endless pursuit of knowledge —
The universe remains, despite its boundless debates.
But motherhood, oh, it is an eternal glory,
The light of life, its secret, its sweetest fruit.”

The stars danced between her hands,
Her gaze fixed on what lies beyond them.
An astronomer, she unraveled the mysteries of the cosmos,
Her heart beating with a deep love for science.
Suddenly, love came knocking at her door —
A friend of her sister’s, noble of lineage,
Kind in nature, generous in spirit,
He sought her hand, his eyes shining with hope,
A desire to build a life together.

Her soul hesitated,
Thoughts clashing within her mind.
A dream that had stirred her since childhood,
Now colliding with new emotions flooding her heart.
How could she abandon her vast universe,
The secrets she unveiled with every passing day?
How could she trade her telescope for a needle and thread,
Galaxies for the confines of a domestic life?

Children, responsibilities, a husband who needed her —
All these would pull her away from her research,
From the passion that ignited her very soul.
Could she reconcile two divergent paths?
Or must she choose—between a heart that loves
And a mind that soars among the stars?

She looked up to the stars, as if seeking their counsel.
The planets whispered softly:
“The decision is yours,
You alone hold the reins of your destiny.”
Should she extinguish her passion
For the sake of this newfound love?
Or should she continue her ascent through the cosmos,
Lighting her path with the brilliance of her knowledge?

A house filled with children’s laughter,
A husband to share life’s sweetness and its sorrows —
A beautiful picture, yet one that demanded
A sacrifice that pained her deeply.

The question gnawed at her,
Robbing her of sleep.
A heart yearning for stability,
A mind longing to soar into the unknown.
Which path would she choose?
What sacrifice would she make?
Time pressed on, the decision awaited.
Her destiny hung in the balance,
And the world awaited her choice.

Would she choose the illuminated path of science,
Becoming a star shining in the sky of knowledge?
Or would she embrace love and motherhood,
Becoming a sun that lights the lives of her family?
The choice was heavy,
The sacrifice immense.
But she knew —
The final decision rested in her hands.

A house filled with children’s laughter,
A husband to share life’s sweetness and its sorrows —
A beautiful picture, yet one that demanded
A sacrifice that pained her deeply.

Questions Beneath the Ashes

On a dark, foreboding night, the earth shook with might,
An explosion thundered, like a bolt of fright.
Flames lit the heavens, smoke rose dense and high,
A car reduced to rubble — a sight to make one cry.

No one was harmed, thank God, in that harrowing hour,
But the car belonged to neighbors — gentle souls of purest power.
A father, a mother, and three little hearts so bright,
That car was their lifeline, their path through every plight.

Now charred remains are scattered, a somber, broken scene,
Terrifying questions linger, doubts sharp and keen.
Was it a mere accident, fate’s cruel decree?
Or does some lurking evil hide in the shadows we can’t see?

What kind of heart would shatter their peace,
Snuff out the dreams of children in their sleep?
Did they forget that God sees every crime,
That darkness fades when justice meets its time?

A grim thought cuts through, piercing the mind,
Was the intent crueler? A fate unkind?
Those little faces, those innocent laughs,
Were they the target of this terrible wrath?

The heart trembles, chilled by this bitter fear,
That malice could stretch so far, so near.
What kind of soul would seek such harm,
To a family wrapped in love’s warm arm?

O you who planted death near a peaceful door,
Did your heart not pause? Did it feel no more?
Could you not see that life is sacred and rare,
And innocence is a fortress none should dare?

A question mark looms, heavy in the sky,
Was it fate’s decree—or the work of the sly?
Whispers swirl, doubts cloud the air,
Was it rage or envy that set the snare?

What kind of heart would shatter their peace,
Snuff out the dreams of children in their sleep?
Did they forget that God sees every crime,
That darkness fades when justice meets its time?

The Doubts

Across the cosmic gulf, her gaze would soar,
To read the universe’s cryptic lore, from start to evermore.
A physicist of renown, for heavens she did yearn,
Yet earthly soil, with cold disdain, refused her to unlearn.

In the still heart of night, beneath the moon’s soft guise,
A sudden blast erupted, scattering fiery skies.
A neighbor’s car, to cinders turned and ash,
And suspicion’s gaze, like venom, toward her did lash.

“She did it,” tongues would wag, “isn’t she strange and lone?
Awake with stars, her mind a blaze, a power all its own!”
But she, amidst equations, theories in her mind,
Pursued the light’s swift dance, the ages to unwind.

She could have chosen life, a path serene and mild,
Left formulas behind, and stories reconciled.
Surrendered heart to love, a gentle husband’s care,
And crossed the seas, unburdened by a doubt or dark despair.

“Let science fade,” they urged, “its grip you must release,
Love’s warmth is sweeter, and the world brims with wonder’s peace.
Forsake the stars, a husband’s hand now softly hold,
Life’s fleeting breath, and science leaves the human heart cold.”

But she stood firm, like sunlight in its destined flight,
And spoke: “This science is my ailment, cure, and burning light.
How can I betray my thought? Abandon clouds above?
How live a life devoid of dreams, and answers I must love?”

O scholar etching truths in starlight’s gleam,
A living enigma in this world of troubled dream.
Was the vast cosmos worth such tireless, fervent quest?
Or does the earth resound with slanders, put to the cruelest test?

Yet she embraced the cosmos, chose the stars above,
O’er all that lures the senses, whispers tales of love.
Did then the stars betray her, those she held so dear?
Did passion lead her down a path, where shadows breed and fear?
A path obscure, where no return, no hopeful gleam is near?
Now she stands alone, facing accusations, stark and grim,
Threatening her future, her fate, upon a shadowed whim.
Between the realms of physics, astronomy’s vast domain,
Her truth is lost, her essence veiled, in doubt’s relentless rain.

O scholar etching truths in starlight’s gleam,
A living enigma in this world of troubled dream.
Was the vast cosmos worth such tireless, fervent quest?
Or does the earth resound with slanders, put to the cruelest test?

The Legacy of Fate

In the police station, amidst files and noise,
Her story returned to me, like a deep wound poised.
A brilliant scientist, a sea in chemistry,
An inheritance arrived, like light after a century.

But she refused, with the resolve of the wise:
“Science is my life; no wealth can entice.”
She chose her lab over thrones of gold,
Unwilling to sell her mind, or let her soul be sold.

But with wealth came shadows, dark and sly,
Strangers appeared, wolves from mountains high.
Threatening letters, a voice so severe:
“Hand over the money, or drown in fear.”

We tried our best to track the offenders,
Following threads in all directions, like defenders.
But the shadows were swifter, always ahead,
And the hidden hands, cleverer, filled with dread.

Fear crept into her pure heart’s place,
Stealing her sleep, dimming her face.
A genius transformed into a shadow of fright,
Battling phantoms in every bend of the night.

The last I saw was a pale, hollow gaze,
Eyes lost in a sea of madness, a haze.
In hospital halls, where silence reigns supreme,
A scientist imprisoned, robbed of her dream.

Fear crept into her pure heart’s place,
Stealing her sleep, dimming her face.
A genius transformed into a shadow of fright,
Battling phantoms in every bend of the night.

So do not repeat her mistakes—heed the call,
Learn from her fate, lest you too fall.

I’ve known scientists in life’s winding lane,
Some departed quietly, in death’s silent refrain.
Some lost their strength, their will gave way,
Abandoning knowledge, in slumber they lay.

They were like light in the long, dark night,
Seeking truth in the depths of twilight.
Some fell on the path of endless quest,
While others hid sorrow deep in their chest.

They were like light in the long, dark night,
Seeking truth in the depths of twilight.

Where Are We Heading?

The earth felt tight, the horizon grew small,
So she fled to the peaks, where greatness calls.
In her home, the numbers were oppressed,
And reason besieged, with truth dispossessed.

Are we drawing close to ancient glory?
Or are we waking a cosmic story?
We marched with confidence toward human might,
And destiny’s flames ignited the night.

As if the universe screamed in our face:
“Slow down! You are not the masters of my space!”
As if it cried: “Hold on, O humankind,
Do not shatter the balance I’ve designed!”

It sent the winds, the floods, the quake,
To remind us how small we are, and the stakes.
It sends us warnings, clear as day,
In plagues and disasters that come our way.

We think that science lifts us high,
While the universe trembles at our pride.
Perhaps the trials we face in strife,
Are but the cosmos defending its life.

Perhaps we are a threat to what’s real,
We dream of control, forgetting the seal—
That this universe is not a battleground,
But a fragile balance where beauty is found.

Maybe what we witness is but defense,
Of an eternal system, immense, intense.
We think we open doors ahead,
But the universe closes those instead.

We think that science lifts us high,
While the universe trembles at our pride.
Perhaps the trials we face in strife,
Are but the cosmos defending its life.

We think that science lifts us high,
While the universe trembles at our pride.
Perhaps the trials we face in strife,
Are but the cosmos defending its life.

Farewell, O Universe

She saw the worlds aflame,
And how the order crumbles when it’s strained.
She saw black holes turn light to shadow,
And felt that knowledge itself now slays.

She saw the atom threaten her existence,
And the stars question: “Why dismantle our essence?”
She saw black voids devour all peace,
And science transform the cosmos into tragedy and grief.

She said: The universe stands against us,
Against this mind that grows arrogant, unwise.
Science has become a beast that threatens,
Where can we find shelter beneath safer skies?

She resolved to abandon the stars,
To extinguish in her soul their distant dream.
To choose the Earth over heaven’s heights,
To live for warmth, not for the sciences’ gleam.

She said: I will plant within my chest a mother’s heart,
To nurture the young and paint dreams anew.
To be a home, a small refuge,
Where fear fades and pain is subdued.

Perhaps the universe is telling us,
To return to simplicity,
To leave behind perilous knowledge,
And live as God intended us to be.

I have chosen another path,
To be a mother, a wife, a human.
To raise children, to sow love,
And leave the universe to its mysteries.

Perhaps in my child’s eyes, I’ll see
All the stars I once studied.
In their laughter, I’ll hear
The music of the cosmos I once sought.

Yes, I left the distant galaxies behind,
To build my own small galaxy,
In a warm home, within a beating heart,
In a simple, natural life.

Perhaps the universe is telling us,
To return to simplicity,
To leave behind perilous knowledge,
And live as God intended us to be.

Twisted Paths

They told me:
This road leads to the ocean of death,
Where the waves are black,
The wind, a tempest,
And the endings are seen only in the depths of absence.

So I turned back…
I turned, dragging my disappointment on my shoulders,
Extinguishing in my heart the ember of my steps.
But ever since,
I have walked on twisted paths,
Mute and speechless,
Blind and unseeing.

Every road I take
Leads to a deeper labyrinth,
And every hope I hang on a new path
Shatters like fragile glass beneath my weight.

I search for meaning,
For a light to guide me,
But the roads offer me only more shadows,
More bends and turns,
As if mocking me,
Or ridiculing my old fear,
The fear that had made me turn back.

At times,
I hear a distant voice
Whisper in my chest:
“Had you completed the first path,
You would now be at peace,
Adrift in the sea of death,
But free of this bitter wandering.”

So I close my eyes,
And walk hesitantly,
Unsure if I am fleeing death,
Or fleeing life…
Or if I am simply fleeing,
And nothing more than that.

But you wrap yourself around me,
Grip my heart with your hands,
And cast me into a new whirlwind,
Until I forget the beginning,
Forget the end,
And all that remains is this wandering.

They told me it was the only road,
But my fear forced me to turn back.
I don’t want to face the ocean of death,
So I travel on twisted paths.

In the journey of life, you walk toward the unknown,
The voices warn you it’s the road to death,
So you turn back, afraid of the unseen,
And since then, you’ve wandered on twisted, silent paths.

Lost in the roads of life, you don’t know where to go.
You try to flee from fears and doubts,
Walking through darkness, unsure of your way,
Searching for light in life’s shadows.

They told me it was the only road,
But my fear forced me to turn back.
I don’t want to face the ocean of death,
So I travel on twisted paths.

Each step was a question,
And each bend, a mirror,
Showing me a face I had never known—
The face of a woman searching for herself.

They told me it was the only road,
But my fear forced me to turn back.
I don’t want to face the ocean of death,
So I travel on twisted paths.