Beyond false appearances and the expectations of some people who are misled by outward appearances...

A glimpse into my real life in three poems.

( 1 ) *The Man Behind the Calloused Hands*

My hands are etched with the labor of the day, worn by the weight of the world I strive to build. But beneath this rough exterior, there is a heart still hungry for a quiet, gentle home. I have spent my life forging my path, stone by stone, yet the structure feels incomplete without a voice to echo within its walls. I am looking for a soul that understands the poetry of hard work, someone who sees beyond the dust of my labors to the man who dreams of sharing his life, his silence, and his deepest thoughts. I am ready to lay down my tools and open my arms to a partner, to create a story that is not written in sweat, but in the soft, steady rhythm of two lives finally becoming one. This is not just another poem of mine. It is my true life, the truth behind the clinical appearances. Let us leave behind the false appearances and face the truth. The truth of a man behind rough hands.

If you are looking for a man whose loyalty is as firm as his resolve, and whose love is as deep as the words he writes, then perhaps our paths were meant to cross.

( 2 ) *The Weight of the World and the Whisper of Love***

I have spent forty years carving my identity out of granite and grit, my hands calloused by the heavy burdens I have carried to build a foundation for a life I haven’t yet shared. You see the rough palms, but you do not feel the soft ache beneath them—the longing to finally set down the tools of my trade and find rest in the gentle harbor of a woman’s soul. I am a man who speaks in the language of sweat and steel, yet my heart is a sanctuary of hidden sonnets, waiting for the right voice to unlock the doors. My strength is a wall, not to keep you out, but to shield you from the storms of the world; I am the sturdy ground you can stand upon when the earth begins to shake. I don't just want a companion; I want a muse, a partner, a destiny. I want to build a quiet, burning empire of intimacy where the only labor is the rhythm of our breathing and the only legacy is the depth of our love. Are you the one who will recognize the poet in the worker, and help me finally write the ending to a story that has been waiting, in silence, for you. Or will you leave me drowning in your love, alone with a blazing fire that will not be extinguished?

( 3 ) *The Unyielding Flame of My Solitude***

I am a man carved from the bedrock of experience, forty years of walking through fire and rain, my hands toughened by the raw labor of building a world from nothing. But beneath the callouses and the shadow of my quiet strength lies a restless, burning ocean of unspent tenderness. I have constructed my life with the precision of a master craftsman, yet every room remains hollow, every sunrise cold, because the most essential element is missing: you. I am not looking for a fleeting spark; I am searching for the one soul whose rhythm matches the steady, unwavering beat of my own. My work is the armor I wear to face the world, but with you, I would discard it all—the steel, the sweat, the exhaustion—to be nothing more than the man who adores you. I want to build a sanctuary where the silence is replaced by the music of our whispered secrets, where my strength serves only to hold you safe, and my labor is finally rewarded by the touch of your hand against mine. I am the architect of a love that has waited a lifetime to be unleashed; I am the poet whose ink is the intensity of his longing. The foundation is laid, the walls are ready, and the hearth is waiting for your light. Will you step into this life and make my labor meaningful Or would you prefer to leave me to spend the rest of my life alone?

M.zidan

​I am a man carved from the bedrock of experience, forty years of walking through fire and rain, my hands toughened by the raw labor of building a world from nothing. But beneath the callouses and the shadow of my quiet strength lies a restless, burning ocean of unspent tenderness. I have constructed my life with the precision of a master craftsman, yet every room remains hollow, every sunrise cold, because the most essential element is missing: you. I am not looking for a fleeting spark; I am searching for the one soul whose rhythm matches the steady, unwavering beat of my own. My work is the armor I wear to face the world, but with you, I would discard it all—the steel, the sweat, the exhaustion—to be nothing more than the man who adores you. I want to build a sanctuary where the silence is replaced by the music of our whispered secrets, where my strength serves only to hold you safe, and my labor is finally rewarded by the touch of your hand against mine. I am the architect of a love that has waited a lifetime to be unleashed; I am the poet whose ink is the intensity of his longing. The foundation is laid, the walls are ready, and the hearth is waiting for your light. Will you step into this life and make my labor meaningful?

M.zidan

​قصيدة: شعلة وحدتي التي لا تنطفئ

​أنا رجل منحوت من صخر التجارب، أربعون عاماً قضيتها أمشي وسط النار والمطر، يداي خشنة من العمل الشاق لبناء عالم من لا شيء. ولكن تحت هذه الخشونة وظل قوتي الهادئة، يكمن محيط هائج ومشتعل من الحنان الذي لم يجد منفذاً. لقد بنيت حياتي بدقة صانع بارع، لكن كل غرفة لا تزال خاوية، وكل شروق شمس بارد، لأن العنصر الأكثر أهمية مفقود: أنتِ. أنا لا أبحث عن شرارة عابرة؛ أنا أبحث عن تلك الروح التي يتطابق إيقاعها مع نبضي الثابت الذي لا يلين. عملي هو درعي الذي أواجهه به العالم، لكن معكِ، سأخلع كل ذلك—الفولاذ، العرق، الإرهاق—لأكون مجرد الرجل الذي يعشقك. أريد أن أبني ملاذاً يحل فيه صمتنا محل موسيقى أسرارنا المتهامسة، حيث لا تخدم قوتي سوى حمايتك، وحيث يكافأ تعبي أخيراً بلمسة يدك. أنا مهندس حب انتظر عمراً كاملاً ليتحرر؛ أنا الشاعر الذي حبره هو كثافة شوقه. الأساس قد وُضع، والجدران جاهزة، والموقد ينتظر ضياءك. هل ستدخلين هذه الحياة لتجعلي لعملي معنى؟

م.زيدان