The writer, Yasmine Abdel Salam Harmoush, from the country of culture and beauty, Lebanon, my birthplace, Safira, Dinniyeh.. 8/15/1988 My academic specialty is artistic excellence in experience and financial auditing. My passion for writing transformed my pen from calculation and shorthand to prose and poetry. I have a work titled “Jasmine”
As for my texts, they have been published on most websites, local and international magazines and newspapers.

1
“A child of dreams”

I planted you as light
Flowers among the ruins
I formed in your roots
Dove wings
I left a ghost town
There is no war in it
Without darkness
Everything is permissible
In the horizons
I fly without feathers…or wings
Without barriers and clashes,
Or pain and pain!
I fall asleep on a pillow
Stuffed with ostrich feathers
I sway coquettishly..
With the wind and breezes
I flaunt a dress
It was embroidered with clouds
I collect the raindrops
I fashion them into pearls
I adorn myself with the necklace of life.
Studded with rubies from the sky
What a beautiful moment
I seduce deaf atoms in it
No noise from newspapers and news
No chattering thoughts
I breathe air
And the nectar of dew
I sip, smiling
Long-term
I have spent my life
Why am I looking for refuge?
At the corners of life
I wish I could repeat
The hands of time
Days..
So that I can feel safe!

2
“Women ”

A rebellious woman
She was created from the womb of a frozen nation
As a linguistic masterpiece
About the lines of the shops are unique…
Slim figure
He rises to the heights of pride…
And curls of gypsy hair
Flows with freedom…
Her nose is like a lofty one
Zubaida Al-Abbasiya…
Her lips are burgundy
Like cries of truth
The violent blood…
Its fragrance is of a wild flower
He broke the neck of the bottle and the bondage…
Don’t falter in her steps
Even if she walked without shoes
On a pink land..
A woman like the full moon, clear and clear
And luminous on moonlit nights…
Do not accept grievances, solid and proud..
Firm as olive roots
In the soil of its land, it is firmly established and strong…

3
“Don’t preach patience to me”

In the cold, while you are wearing a coat
And gloves..
Don’t preach to me patience
I am hungry and you are belching with gluttony
And he’s full…
Don’t preach to me patience
In despair while you dance with joy
And happily…
Don’t preach to me patience
In hardship and distress while you break your fast with bread and honey..
Don’t preach to me patience
On illness and disease while you are taking medicine
And an antidote…
Don’t preach to me patience
For the loss of those around you, the ties of kinship and your inner being..
Don’t preach to me patience
Against oppression and injustice, and you are in prosperity
And prosperity is blessings…
Don’t preach to me patience
In fear and war, and you
With checks you hide…
Don’t preach to me patience
To the sound of “RPG” and you are listening to “Beethoven’s” music..
Come down to my house,
Or be content with the laws of the jungle
And be silent!