كَمْ صُرْتُ جِسْرًا لمَن أحببتهُ فَمَشَى عَلَى ضُلُوعِي وَكَمْ زَلَّت بِهِ قَدَمُ فَدَاسَ قَلْبي وَكَانَ القَلْبُ مَنْزِلهُ فَمَا وَفَائِي لخِلٍّ م

“How many times did I become a bridge for those who I love then they walked on my ribs and kept slipping , crushing my heart although my heart was their place , so what can then my loyalty do to a friend with no values ?”