When Power Defined Me, and Emptiness Condemned Meحين عرّفتني القوة، وحاكمتني العدميةPOEM (ENGLISH + ARABIC)EnglishPower is everything,that was the first lie I learned.In its warmth I felt visible,in its fire my silence burned.Power crowned me king,without a throne or crown.
When Power Defined Me, and Emptiness Condemned Me حين عرّفتني القوة، وحاكمتني العدمية POEM (ENGLISH + ARABIC) English Power is everything, that was the first lie I learned. In its warmth I felt visible, in its fire my silence burned. Power crowned me king, without a throne or crown. Voices listened when I spoke, rooms shifted when I came around. Power made me human— or so I was made to believe. Without it, I was lesser, someone the world could leave. But power never stays, it exits without a sound. And leaves behind a mirror where no meaning can be found. Now I am called a devil, not by law, not by men, but by the voice inside my head that once praised me then. I became nothing—nil, unnamed, stripped of borrowed flame. And in that hollow silence, I blamed myself for the shame. العربية القوة هي كل شيء، كان هذا أول كذب تعلمته. في دفئها شعرت أنني مرئي، وفي نارها احترق صمتي. توّجتني القوة ملكًا، بلا عرش ولا تاج، كانت الأصوات تصغي حين أتكلم، وتتبدل الغرف حين أدخلها. جعلتني القوة...