Listening to jadal is like finishing a cup of rly good tea unexpectedly fast and finding out you’ve ran out of sugar
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Every Time We Say Goodbye.
Jadal - Meen Shaf Habibi | جدل - مين شاف حبيبي
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love jadal specially the album al makina but their song galbi metlel ward kinda sounds like a papa's pizzeria track
sorry for responding late but i first had to listen to galbi metlel ward then i had to listen to papa's pizzeria OST and you're NOT WRONG JSKHDOSIGH although i really loved the song!!!
here's my current favourite jadal song and my recommendation for today!
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Le nouveau titre de Jadal qui déchire tout 🎸🔥😍
Pour ceux qui ne connaissent pas, Jadal c'est aussi ça :
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صح فش شي عالبراني بس جوه في تفجير
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JadaL - Fattaht جدل فتّحت Lyrics
JadaL – Fattaht جدل فتّحت [Official Video] Lyrics, Letra JadaL | جدل
أغنية جدل الجديدة “فتّحت” JadaL’s new song premier Fattaht
Lyrics الكلمات
محصور في اطار
واحد تنين واحد تنين تلاته
هاي هي خطواتي هاي هي خطواتي
وان فشقت خطوة في خطر عحياتي
آه في خطر عحياتي هاد حكي أمي وحكي اخواتي
بس في بحر وفي شط
وفي موج ما عبطت
وفي عينيها ما غرقت
وشعرها ما لمست
بس مش رح أضل عايش جوة
مش رح أضل عايش تحت
مش رح أقول…
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شكرا @jmctunisia على رحلة أسبوع تحقيق الأحلام 🎶✨💜 #jadal #bukolthoum #mikemassy #saryayadkhalife #massaregbari #elfar3i #nostalgia (at Cité De La Culture De Tunis) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn8DL7VI-Tn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Innocent Despair
by Jadal Al-Qasem
When separate from you my blood will ache.
An unknown part of me will ache
and I’ll try to kill it. Or grab it.
The cell that misses you will throb in me,
and I won’t be able to spot it,
it changes position often,
drags out the game,
hurts my senses.
My eyesight will worsen,
my auditory range will dwindle,
and my nose, a hunting dog’s,
will search for your smell.
Whenever air touches my skin,
a fiend will pierce my body and flee.
My memory will hurt and eat my head,
and my head will vanish but not die.
My ache will regenerate my head.
I’ll grow sad, an invisible feeling,
a ruin, an infinite overflow of dread.
And the angry universe will collect itself
in a corner of my life to ask me:
What have you done with the scale of love?
How did you waste openness on detail?
The answer will hurt me as will silence.
Burning, I’ll go to my death
and demand my right
to a nap.
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