aafwan// shukran lel tahne2a (btw I'm a she)
aafwan// shukran lel tahne2a (btw I'm a she)
The hours of pain have yielded good,
Which prosperous days refused;
As herbs, though scentless when entire,
Spread fragrance when they’re bruised.
thanks so much!!
What happened to ths singer? I heard that the father of her baby/manager of rotana made trouble for her.
I'm reading slight innuendo into this song...
Quite possibly?