Island of the deads \ aiad al khayat

l was went to Island of the deads
even l am die with them
but Morning Flowers no want me I travel to space
every day she is Save me from Progress to the island
morning flowers are love me
and evening flowers are Invites me to the scourge
l am Puzzled between morning and evening
when are two they agree to be humiliated me ?
to when ?
this death
to when ?
We are believe in paradise and we are in paradise
to when are we hate writting and reading and painting ? 
to when are we hate Some of us ؟
where are we going ؟
why are we wish going to paradise after the death
and we are in paradise no know she 
and Appreciate their value
to when ?
this death

aiad al khayat