Mohammad Yousef

Mohammad Yousef Poems

By Mohammad A.Yousef

In the pages where laughter meets the road,
Mark Twain, a traveler with a curious heart,
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By Mohammad A.Yousef


In the quiet of a crowded room,
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By Mohammad A.Yousef

In the heart of the black gold fields,
where rusting pumps stand tall,
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By Mohammad A.Yousef

In an old, dusted theater,
the curtain lifts, the lights glow bright,
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By Mohammad A.Yousef


In the gentle hush of early dawn,
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By Mohammad A.Yousef

Misty glass, where memories blur,
a window to the world beyond,
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By Mohammad A.Yousef

The sun sets low,
casting golden hues across
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By Mohammad A. Yousef

In a quiet corner of our classroom,
where dusty books lined shelves like guardians,
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By Mohammad A.Yousef

In the quiet kitchen,
where the sun spills warm light
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By Mohammad A.Yousef


In Qurfis Village, where the mountains sigh,
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By Mohammad A.Yousef


They call me 'Lucky, '
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By Mohammad A.Yousef


A sign hangs from the branch,
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By Mohammad A.Yousef

She said,
'Come closer, '
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By Mohammad A.Yousef

In the woods, where whispers live,
beneath the leaves, secrets dance,
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By Mohammad Yousef

In the bright parade of freedom's call,
We stand with banners high,
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By Mohammad A.Yousef

In the stillness of morning light,
we rise,
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By Mohammad A.Yousef

In the heart of the city,
freedom dances,
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By Mohammad A. Yousef

Life's a winding road,
not a straight line,
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By Mohammad A. Yousef

Faith in quiet hearts,
Guiding paths in darkest times,
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By Mohammad A. Yousef

Black milk of sorrow,
Bitter taste of dreams undone,
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Mohammad Yousef Biography

Muhammad Abdul-Kareem Yousef (1965-) Born in Qurfes/Syria. Trainer, translator, academic and lecturer / Former Head of the Translation Department at the Syrian Company for Oil Transport Former Head of the Contracts and Foreign Purchases Department at the Syrian Company for Oil Transport Former Head of the Administrative Development Department at the Syrian Company for Oil Transport Former Head of the Training and Qualification Department at the Syrian Company for Oil Transport. He writes in Syrian, Arab and American newspapers and magazines. Author of 70 books among which: 'Read to Me', 'Dictionary of Land, Sea and Air Shipping Terms and Laws', 'Dictionary of Industrial Products', 'Legal Drafting of Commercial Contracts in the Public, Private and Joint Sectors in Arabic and English', 'Find the Hidden Pictures 35 Parts' series, 'Dictionary of Maritime Shipping', 'Technical Drafting of Contracts', 'BOT Contracts', 'It is Said That', 'Visual Intelligence for Children 6 Parts' series, 'English through Crossword Puzzles, 'Arbitration in International Law', 'Commercial Correspondence in Arabic and English', 'Marine Radio Talks for Ships' 'International Import and Export Documents'. In addition to a large number of specialized courses including: Introduction to Legal Translation Legal Drafting of Contracts Commercial Correspondence Maritime English Technical Correspondence Project Management Contractual Framework in Partnership Contracts Technical and Financial Evaluation of Offers English in the Oil Sector Technical and financial study of offers Team management Crisis management Conflict management Problem solving Business negotiation management. Associate member in many international research institutions.

The Best Poem Of Mohammad Yousef

Damascus In Mark Twain's Diary

By Mohammad A.Yousef

In the pages where laughter meets the road,
Mark Twain, a traveler with a curious heart,
Takes us to Damascus, a city whispered through time,
Where history writes its chapters in stone.

He strolls through streets heavy with sun,
Old walls telling stories in every crack,
He sees the spice of life wafting like dreams,
The market a burst of color, life alive.

Vendors call out, their voices rise like a morning song,
Pomegranates, figs, and dates, a feast for weary eyes,
Wooden carts creak, heavy with treasures,
Each piece holding whispers of distant lands.

Twain, with his laugh, so bright against shadows,
Notes the swirl of bedsheet cloths,
An Eastern breeze carries laughter, warmth,
Almost loud enough to drown the past.

He speaks of a city risen from ashes,
Where love mingles with the scent of incense,
And the minarets stretch like hands reaching for the sky,
Old yet stirring, proud yet humble.

He marvels at the people, faces weathered,
Each wrinkle, a story, each smile, a sun
That softens the weight of old battles fought
In the heart of this ancient place that still beats.

At the edge of twilight, he pulls out his pen,
Writing for those left waiting back home,
Joining the threads of now and then,
Capturing the magic that held him still.

Oh, to wander among those whispers and dreams,
To breathe the air that carried the past,
While laughing at the fickle nature of time,
Knowing every step is a step into history.

Damascus, a memory caught in his ink,
Marks left by a pen that dances like fire,
And Twain, the innocent seeker, forever curious,
Reminds us—we are all just travelers here.

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Mohammad Yousef Quotes

For in the intricate dance of creation, Where atoms whisper and molecules bind, God's power surpasses all understanding, A force that defies the confines of the mind. From the smallest cell to the grandest mountain, From the depths of the sea to the heights of the sky, Science may strive to explain the wonders, But it is God's hand that holds the ultimate why.

When life's storms rage and all seems lost, Remember those who paid the cost. Addison, Socrates, Einstein, Copernicos, They faced their trials with grace, not woes. Though the road may be long and tough, Their stories remind us, we're strong enough. Through adversity, they found their way, And in their success, we find a ray. So let us learn from their persistence, Their resilience and their existence. For in the face of trials, we too can rise, And soar above the darkest skies. Let's draw courage from their plight, And conquer our own battles with might. For even when life disappoints and goes wrong, We can still find strength to carry on.

If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And- -which is more- -you'll be a Man, my son!

The gods know what will happen in the future, Ordinary people know what is happening in the present, But only the wise know what is about to happen. Mohammad Yousef

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