pains are coins

A week ago  my little sister was admitted to hospital because  her childbirth was delayed .We always hear  about  heart-rending stories about tough delivery.For this reason  we were worried.

I can’t deny  that I am very excited to be an aunt again , but I was  anxious too ,so anxious.I even  went as far as telling  her the other day  to give up the idea of having another child in the future .I didn’t mean to bother her  though I did ,but  seeing her in pain and the fear that something bad might happen to her scared me to death.

My mother believes  that giving birth to children  is what keeps life beats throbbing and she’s right for  joy  swept our house with the arrival of Jasmin, Joseph, Lina,and Jacob but the fear was great too.

Life is not free ,neither is happiness.It seems like pain is the coin that we must  put in life pocket to enjoy the pleasures in it.As a muslim, I was taught that pain is our God’s way of purifying us  from our bad deeds and that the almighty distributes pains to people according their ability to endure  and   the secret  of survival lies not only in faith but in love for life itself. Yes, though life is painful most of the time,the rewards are  worthy of keep going no matter what happens or will happen.

written by Sihem

 

 

 

 

 

Darkness and Mist

A poem by Abdel Hakim Atiya ( Algeria )
Translated by Sihem Hammouda (Tunisia )

Darkness and Mist

Darkness me overwhelmed,
Mist my cities shrouded,
And sorrow in all roads cloaked.
A train I am,
From the steam age,
Inside a tunnel, blindfolded,
Fumbling for gleams of sunshin
Looking for thy smile ,
Appearing on the twilight.
Sorrowful thou art ,
I , like a candle burnt ,
Toward thy doleful world set out ,
Quit,
Me my muse visited,
Words of longing on paper I sprinkled ,
And exploded into passion.
The blaze of my poem,
With life burst,
I my soul surrendered
To the ocean of your eyes,
My love, I am a man into thy immersed,
A gleam of light, I am
With path, our dream I sharpened And with pens of divine secret fate wrote this passion
I defied the maze of nightmares ,
With thy love in my breaths,
I descended my soul’s defeats,
To ascended your hair tresses.
I truly admit,
I turned you into an immortal story
Because thou art
A woman who outdid Cleopatra
Zenobia and all queens of the East
Deeply-rooted thy echo in the cave s of my soul is,
All distances thou art ,
Every crossroad too .

ظلام و ضباب

غيبني الظلام
ضباب غطى مدائني
حزن لبس كل الطرق
انا مثل قطار
من عصر البخار
مغمض العينين داخل النفق
ابحث عن خيوط الشمس
ابحث عن ابتسامتك
تلوح على محيا الشفق
عندما تحزنين
احترق كالشمعة
نحو عالمك الحزين انطلق
لا اكلم احدا
جائني الالهام
انثر حروف الشوق على الورق
انفجر عشقا
وميض قصيدتي
بالحب ينفلق
ارخيت ذاتي
في بحر عينيك
وانا فيك حبيبتي انسان غرق
اني خيط من الضوء
على الدرب سننت حلمنا
والقدر بأقلام الغيب كتب هذا العشق
حملت شعلة عشقك
تحديت متاهة الكوابيس
وحبك بين انفاسي قد شهق
نزلت من انكسارات ذاتي
صعدت جدائل شعرك
اعترفت بلا بهتان و لا كذب
جعلتك قصة التاريخ
لانك امراة تفوق كيليوباترا
وزنوبيا و كل ملكات الشرق
صداك ضارب في كهوف نفسي
وكل المسافات انت
وكل مفترق الطرق

بن عطية حكيم

superhero

gOod evening :)

Don’t shoot!

Wait Sir  ! Don’t shoot !

I need to comb my tousled  hair,

And wash my stainy face.

Oh !There is a hole in my shoe too

Wait sir  ! I won’t be late ,

I am going to wear my father’s shoes,

They are as big as the  gracious sky

But they fit because I walk like him,

My grand mother told me once .

Have you ever flown a paper plane,Sir ?

There is a hole in my paper plane,

Like the hole in my father’s skull .

Wait Sir, don’t shoot !

There  on that lonely  hill ,

I saw a  flower  this morning,

Do you think my mother will forgive me for

My dishelved clothes?

I didn’t know you’re coming for me .

oh !  I found a flower for your mother  too!

You need to hurry up before  it fades

Sir ,why are your eyes full of tears  ?

Written by arabian roses

 

 

gorgeous morning gorgeous planet ;)

Your Love Kept me Alive

It’s the love for a childless land that kept a farmer alive.

It’s the love for honor that kept a wounded soldier alive.

It’s the love for health that kept the sick alive.

It’s the love for challenge that kept a mountaineer alive.

It’s the love for hope that kept the unfortunate alive.

Life has many crowns ,but they are all adorned with  precious  love.

Written by arabian roses.

 

gOod night and sweet dreams gorgeous world =)

Speak the truth even if…

Have a blessed night wherever you are =)

He can read your thoughts about his wife!

 

That  we can’t  go beyond what meets the eyes  is not only an indication that  we are perfect human beings  ,but also a blessing that  unfortunately go unnoticed by us.

 

  At times , we wish we could read others like an open book and see inside their hearts  to know their real intentions, their hidden thoughts and true feelings to spare ourselves deception and disappointment , loss and pain.  And we go on to  wonder why  Allah  didn’t infuse us with  that majestic power  which is something easy for him, “The Originator of the heavens and the earth . When He decrees a matter, He only says “BE!” – and it is. [Noble Quran 2:117] . We need to remember that whatever Allah does, is for our best. Allah says :’…and it may be that you dislike a thing which is good for you and that you like a thing which is bad for you. Allah knows but you do not know.’ (Surah Baqarah: 216) .

 

Imagine that people can read your mind in the same way you can read theirs .There might be  dreadful  secrets you don’t want to share  or dark thoughts you don’t want others to hear  or speak of, in that some secrets are too dreadful that the most trustworthy friends  would shun you because of them and some thoughts are too painful that they can kill like a son’s feverish wish  that his sick father dies soon to  inherit his lands , a husband’s past love affairs or a saint’s criminal past  .This may explain why most of the people don’t say what they think or say what they think you want to hear or they just keep their opinions to themselves  to spare themselves trouble and spare others pain .The  prophet Muhammad صلى الله عليه وسلم (May peace be upon him) said :”a good word is better than silence and silence is better than evil talks!.”  The same issue was highlighted in Ephesians 4:29 “Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.”

Also,by not letting others step into your inner world , Allah is giving you a space of your own to reconsider your thoughts before you act,  for once a dark  thought is translated into a word or an action ,it cannot be effaced from people’s memory for  our actions  define us  , even if people  forgive us ,they will never ever forget and they  will always  remind us of our  misdeeds even if they are as old as the hills . It’s  necessary to reconsider our thoughts ,opinions before we  speak and act   .This will help us to  wipe out evil  thoughts  and embrace good ones,  and that we sometimes say or do  what we do not really think or mean proves that we can control our thoughts as well. Then when negative thoughts about others go through your head ,try to  put yourself in their shoes  to understand why they behave they way they do . Also,  try to count your gains once your real intentions  are revealed and you will find out that it is  a zero -sum game .Whereas your gains will outnumber your losses if your actions  mirror your real intentions, good intentions.

 Like  christians ,we  muslims  believe that every man has with him a companion from among angels and a companion from among the a (demons) as prophet Muhammad صلى الله عليه وسلم May peace be upon him said “There is no one among you but he has with him a constant companion (qareen) from among the jinn and a constant companion from among the angels.” They said, “You too, O Messenger of Allaah?” He said, “Me too, but Allaah has helped me against him (the devil-companion) and he has become Muslim.” and the evil thoughts come from the shaitan that  strives to turn us from doing good , and to not fall in his trap  ,we must  discard those evil thoughts  by seeking  refuge in Allah . Say  ” I seek refuge in Allah from shaitan,the accursed one” and the evil suggestions will go away from you. Remember that you can’t blame the shaitan for your actions for you are  the doer  . It is related by Abu Hurairah that the Apostle of God said:“God has forgiven my followers evil thoughts and misgivings and there will be no punishment on them until they are acted upon or uttered by the tongue .Bukhari and Muslim. Do istagfar ,say ” I seek  forgiveness  of  Allah” when you had bad thoughts .Prophet Muhammad used to recite this at least 100 times a day and  used to offer night prayers till his feet became swollen. Somebody said, to him,” “Allah has forgiven you, your faults of the past and those to follow.” On that, he said, “Shouldn’t I be a thankful slave of Allah)?” (Bukhari, Hadith 4459) 

 

One also needs to understand that  iternal thoughts  is  first and foremost Allah ‘s criteria to  measure our  faith   and honesty towards  him  . Allah doesn’t judge us by our actions but by our intentions into our hearts because actions can be soaked with hypocracy  in that  people do things   to please  the creatures not the creator  . Some pray to attain the pleasure of Allah while others pray to be seen by men and gain wordly recognition .The action is the same but the intentions are different, so is the reward. As prophet Muhammed صلى الله عليه وسلم  (May Peace be upon him) said

:”The worst of people with Allah on the day of judgment are the two-faced.”

 Remember that we can fool people but we can’t fool Allah who is all- hearer and all-knower  .And fooling his creature  is equally  dangerous for being kind to others is  a sign of our unconditional faith, a  key to his love and our  passport to  heaven as prophet Muhammad said’“You will not enter paradise until you have faith. And you will not complete your faith until you love one another.” Hence Allah despises the hypocrites whose actions are not congruent with their intentions and loves those who worship him as though they see him . Abu Huraira (may Allah be pleased with him) narrated that the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said:‘if Allah loves a person, He calls Jibrael saying, ’Allah loves so and so; O Jibrael love him.’ And make an announcement amongst the inhabitants of the heaven: “Allah loves so and so therefore you should love him also, and so all the inhabitants of the heaven would love him, and then he is granted the pleasures of the people on the earth.” [Al-Bukhari and Muslim].

So let’s wage a war against bad intentions and dark thoughts .Let’s  tame them in the same way we tamed rebellious  waves  and conquered lofty mountains . Let  our words and actions be a mirror of genuine and kind thoughts and pure intentions not only because we are blessed creatures into whom Allah  breathed his soul and evil doesn’t befit us.Let’s  pour into the world kindness for “Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless. Mother Teresa. 

Written by arabian roses

 

Have a blessed day wherever you are =)

My home is a book

I wish my home was a book

I would  live in a fairy tale

And live happily ever after.

I would conquer wonderland

In children’s stories

Then surrender to orphans.

I would steal  a magic wand

To rekindle old women’s  smiles,

be a knight

reign a land

wherein bread is for all

and water is dulcet

and untarnished  like a maiden’s soul.

Written by arabian roses

Healing

His love was a pact

But you love me unconditionally

You look into my heart

While he looked into my eyes

He couldn’t put up with my flaws

But you  show me the way to correct them

You hear  my long prayers

While he complained  about my loving  talks

 What is to gain from a short- lived love?

What is to gain from a secular love?

Love of a man is like sea waves,

Rises and falls

But the love of Allah i s like waterfall ; steady and strong.

 Written by arabian roses

Childish pencils

He kissed his butterfly goodbye,

 freed his swing hanging from

His grandfather’s old apple tree

And embraced the wind perfumed

with his grandmother’s lullaby

That  was watching  him

walking away

With a prayer on her trembling lips.

It’s a land where boys

Chase death not dreams,

It’s a land where roses

Are colored with crimson ink

not childish pencils.

Now and then an epic hero

Arises from the tormented  heart of

A  little Palestinian boy.

Written by arabian roses

The Mad Poetess

In a  poetry book lives my prince charming

Taken captive by poems.

Being swept , poesy fears,

Into a burning  ocean of  tears

If he enfranchises  him

For his words are enamoured with

 His angelic eye smile,

weaving it into   sighs

for poets every night.

My wrath tore my treacherous poems  asunder

and my jealousy burned down my charmed words

My prince charming is my captive

and no woman but me

Will guard him

not even  my hymns.

Written by arabian roses

عندما يبتسم حبيبي

تجهم وجه حبيبي

فتلون وجه السماء

و تململ البحر الفضي

فقد اشتاق الى دياره الزرقاء

امواجي ماعادت تعرفني صاح البحرفي الم

قد تجهم وجه حبيبها ثانية اجابت  السماء

ابتسم حبيبي

ناديت

فعندما لا تبتسم

يضيع سحر البحر الازرق

بين الغيوم

تمر الايام بدون تاريخ

و تصنع الشمس و المطر

قوس قزح من الوان حزينة

ابتسم حبيبي

فعندما تبتسم

المراة في

تصبح ملكة

تبني مدنها من ورق الياسمين

لكي تكتب على جدرانها  رسائل حب

لم تكتب  قط

ابتسم فقد اشتقت الى مدني

ابتسم حبيبي

فعندما لا تبتسم

المراة في

تصبح ملكة

لا عرش لها

فابتسم لكي تعرف مدني السلام

Written by arabian roses

انا تونسية يا سيدي

انا تونسية  يا سيدي

على خارطتي تعيش كل  النساء

اعشق  شرب القهوة عند المساء

المعطر بالياسمين  و ابتسامة امي الحنون

 اعشق تقبيل جبين  الشجر

فالشجر انيسنا في الدرب الطويل عند السفر

و صيد حبات المطر

لتبوح لي بسرها

كي تحبني  يا سيدي حب الصحراء للمطر

انا تونسية يا سيدي

عشقي لك كعشق الليل للنهار

لا يتغير

و لكن يا سيدي احذر المراة الساكنة في

فان غارت

 صارت كموجة غاضبة

  تشعر بالغيرة من سفينة

تداعب  وجه حبيبها البحر

فان غارت

بكت و دمرت

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Invade your heart ,steal his beats and tune them to the symphony of love ! (part 2)

That he’s different from you doesn’t mean he’s subordinate to you. Difference is the fount of knowledge, enrichment and enlightenment and beauty. Allah has created legion of different species of flowering plants, animals,fish, and human. Nature taught all creatures to live in peace and harmony for in their differences lies the essence of their survival. But she failed to tame human beings whose differences set their hearts apart ,and torn the map of their souls.You can sow the field of the other and he can pick the fruits ,that allured his mind ,or soul or heart ,from yours .I’m the other ,you’re the other .I can teach you a lot about my world to understand it better  and you can enlighten me about yours too  in return to not tread on some traps that might ruin the bridge of harmony we’re trying to build together .Because to understand how the other’s world works, is the secret of a strong bond .So ,when the other steps into your territory ,gift him a big basket that is replete with amazing traditions, inspiring folktales ,healing stories, instead of aiming your rifle to his heart.

Written by arabian roses

Invade your heart, steal his beats and tune them to the symphony of love! (part 1)

That she or he left you behind doesn’t mean you’re not worth his /her love .It doesn’t mean  that she or he is ungrateful either. Beginnings  are like delivering  child ;they’re painful ,but they bear life within them . Breaking up is a beginning.It’s a sea that is replete with  pearls of hope, of life,of love, and of change  .You just have to bend down and gather them to make  out of them a necklace to put around the life and take  that crown of sadness, off her beautiful head. Remember  when you look back at those days , to look at them with grateful heart ,because she or he set you free to taste the happiness that  you deserve, a happiness that you didn’t know with him or her.You wish  sometimes that you can turn the clock back to do things differently to make things work .You wouldn’t wish that if that person is worthless. Deep down you believe  there is good in him or her,and that  giving up on you doesn’t mean she  /he is not . The earth never bears grudge against the earthquake  ,because she knows ,it’s nature’s way to  start a new beginning  the next day. There is no timeless  earthquake , nor timeless  sadness either.

 

love! love! love!

 Love! love! love!  It’s my command for you today . Make it a rule in your life .

Love your wife whose beauty couldn’t stand the test of time but her genuine love for you does .Love her  because she will be your wife in heaven but she will be more gorgeous and younger. Her grey hair and wrinkles are God’s way to test your love.  Never give up on your wives .

Love your kids  who are the jewelry of life . If you doubt that pay a visit to  a childless home and you will seize the blessings of having a child  .

Love your neighbors  .I remember my mother telling me that  even paradise won’t be a pleasant place to live in  without people.

Love your work or find something you love and rejoice in doing even making paper planes or paper boats ,I love doing that !  You can go to places you have never been on a paper boat and can be any  person you want to be in a paper plane.

I wonder why when the word “love” caressing our senses we blush  or look away to not let other see the effect of that word on our souls .I wonder why when being kids, we  didn’t feel that way . We were not afraid of that word  .” I love you ”  was a message from  our heart that we just delivered to the receiver instantly and directly without crossing any bridges or choosing any short cuts . And delivering that  verbal letter of love  was always accompanied with a smile of triumph  not a pinch of  regret.I wonder why when we grew up , the word  “I love you ” filled us with shame,guilt and fear. It’s shame because we  should not take the first  step to confess our love .It’s guilt  because a decent person doesn’t fall in love . Some say love is taboo. It’s fear of rejection. Why does love comply to rules but hatred doesn’t .Why do people feel at ease when expressing their hatred and contempt but ashamed and reluctant when  confessing  their  love.Why beautiful feelings are always enchained  but negative feelings are flowing free everywhere.

 

Written by arabian roses

 

P.S  I would be so grateful if you  draw may attention to any mistakes you may find in the article above =)

 

A Holy Whisper

 When   hardship enslaves you

I will  fall on my knees and pray hard

With  my heart

And my prayers will find you

Just as the river finds the sea

For a prayer  is a holy whisper

That never loses  its way

It will find you and  set you free.

When capricious fortune frowns at you

I will raise my hands in prayer

And your days are going to turn into

  A garden of roses.

When your box of wishes is  torn

By the skilful hand of life

Don’t blame the carpenter

Call  God’s name and pray

to mend your box and grant your wishes.

Never knock the door of human soul

God answers your call instantly

but  a carpenter usually  procrastinates .

Written by arabian roses

I am in love

I’m in love with the wind  that never gets tired of  carrying  my paper  boats .

I’m in love with the moon that sprinkles light in dark paths.

I’m in love with the rain that plays for me music of life when  I feel down.

I’m in love with wild butterflies .They’re angels in disguise.

I’m in love with rainbow that draws  hope everywhere.

I’m in love with my diary that keeps my secrets.

I’m in love in love that makes our tears more precious than diamonds.

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When the wind blows out my candle

May that light in those eyes that

Have always watched over me

As a child

 With love , fear and grace ,

Keep  glowing like shimmering stars.

May that smile on your angelic face that

has nurtured hope in me ,

Blooms like  a  dainty rose.

I  pray hard  mother

that your days will be studded

with Jasmine,

 White  and dulcet ever after,

And  that sorrow never finds

  A way to your  heart .

Your blessing prayers are enlightening my path

  when the wind blows out my candle

Heaven is under mothers’ feet,

Allah has promised,

And I vow  like a knight

to be a decent man

to be together again

In paradise .

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When the wind blows out my candle (dedicated to Qusai Hanandeh’s mother)

The Sole Moon

 

When your night is starless,don’t blame the lonely  moon. Laugh ,because laughter is contagious, and you will see glowing souls  adorning  the bare sky.

When your flowers fade away,don’t blame the rain. Cry ,and they will wake up, flowers love playing tricks to see how much you love them.When your heart is broken , don’t blame love.  Gather the pieces and gift them to hope. He will find the right person to seal them.

When you fall down,don’t blame life.From ingratitude of others we learn to be grateful.We appreciate our blessings only when losing them.

When your shoes were torn, don’t blame the rocky road.Walk barefoot and feel  its soft soul.That was nature’s plot to notice her and to be nice to her.

When a friend betrays you,don’t blame honesty. It’s Lord ‘s way to jog your memory.Look back  at your life mirror,you might have betrayed  a friend unknowingly once  and he or she is waiting for your hearty apology.

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My home is a book

I wish my home was a book

I would  live in a fairy tale

And live happily ever after.

I would call children’s stories

my grandson and  my grand-daughter .

I would steal  a magic wand

To rekindle old women’s  smiles,

be a knight

reign a land

wherein bread is for all

and water is dulcet

and untarnished  like a maiden’s soul.

Written by arabian roses

The lonely guitar dedicated to June Pauline Zent

His forgotten heart

Feels lonely.

  So does his old guitar.

His rough hands molded

By faceless  time,

Yearn for

A  tender touch

To rejuvenate

His  antiquated melodies.

So does his lonesome guitar.

The veins of life in the old man

Are parching

Rust  has made of

the strings of  the guitar

His eternal home.

From afar the Northern star

Listens to sad love songs

played by an old woman on a broken guitar .

Written by arabian roses

A sepia tone pencil drawing by June Pauline Zent 18×24  I took it from ″ http://zentcreativeblog.com/

Innocence with the bow and arrow

They disrobed him of his innocence

And ordained  him a soldier,

They smashed his  childhood dreams

Under their giant feet,

Then scattered them

along  the mantle of a heartless life .

They effaced his  good name

And carved on his fragile heart

a bow and arrow .

His shrieks torment  the serenity of

river’s ripples.

And gracious wind longs for

His gentle laughter .

From afar ,the moon was watching

a tormented mother

wandering  the rosy earth

chasing  her toddler ‘s fading perfume .

Written by arabian roses

Elusive Love

His hair is disheveled

And he is dressing modestly

Whispered the Northern star

To the  blushing sky

The dusk is approaching

Urged the solemn night .

Their poems

Bathed in passionate  tears

tears him apart ,

the sky said ,

The sigh of  their tortured souls

by the whip of  a mortal  love

torments him

a mortal love

elusive love

like

ship sails ,

 is attuned with the wind

of  beauty ,of  wealth ,of power

and doomed to die away some day.

The sad moon at last peered through the dark veil  of night

He  prayed that their hearts will be invaded by

  an army of  love the flame of which keeps burning

In all seasons ,

A  genuine love

makes soul aglow

it’s the ardent love of Allah .

Written by arabian roses

Surrender

You reproached me for scratching the fair sky

Those are the  love poems

My restless  heart  is repleting with

And only big sky can contain them

so I entrusted her with .

You reproached me for disturbing sleepy stars

You made a wish  last night

I  wanted to give you a shooting star

 To mak it come true,

That’s why I tried to wake them up.

You reproached  me for coloring  my dark hair   blue,

You   love blue sea and I  wanted you to love me too.

My love for you  is bigger than  lofty sky

My love for you is deeper than  blue sea

But today I disown you of my heart  territory

And abdicate  my throne  of servility

  to seek a land

where her lord treats me like a  fairy queen.

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A truce with a pirate

You seized  my  merry love letters

and turned  them into  inconsolable paper boats

Then summoned seagulls and

Declared yourself an emperor

Of conquerable words.

You stained your sculpted face  with

their  ethereal blue dew

to feel the softness of  a tortured heart,

to pass on  to your deserted veins

its sweetness,

and take you to untamed sea

your dauntless ships have never tasted  before

 the sea of homesickness .

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GoOd night and sweet moments lovely bloggers =)

Stop Looking For Me So Intently, So That I May Find You.توقف عن البحث عني باهتمام شديد حتى يتسنى لي ايجادك

توقف عن البحث عني باهتمام شديد حتى يتسنى لي ايجادك” جنفير سانتانيالو   “

احيانا تكون الاجابات الني نحتاجها نصب اعيننا . احيانا يتطلب من صديق جيد او شخص لكي يقول لنا بان ” نتريث” !!!! . ربما مانسعى اليه  هو في الحقيقة ينتظرنا بصبر لكي نتمهل و نتوقف عن الركض بشكل محموم حتى يتسنى له اللحاق بنا

نعرف في حياتنا اوقاتا تتطلب منا كفاحنا الاكبر و اذا كنا محظوظين كفاية سوف تطلب منا اجزاء من حياتنا دائما ان نتوغل ذلك العمق مع ذلك نجد في بعض الاوقات من حياتنا ما نحتاج اليه او بالاحرى ما نحتاج ان يعثر علينا في توقفنا و سكوننا . ربما السر في ذلك هو التوازن الصحيح للافعال والمثابرة و الاصرار و الصبر والاستعداد للتوقف حيث نحن و عندما نكون في حاجة  لذلك . لنكن سعداء  ولنبد الامتنان.  لنسمح للبذور التي زرعتاها طوال الطريق بان تعلو  حولنا في  عظمة وبحب

ارنو من كتابة هذا الموضوع الليلة ان اذكركم انه لاباس من ان تتريث في كثير من الاحيان و ان تسمح للاجابات التي تسعى اليها  ان تعثر عليك . فلسترخي الليلة ولتفم بشيء يجعلك سعيداجدا و ان كان ذلك يحنم عليك ان لا تفعل شيئا غير الجلوس في صمت فليكن ذلك! من يدري فقد نتلقى في لحظاتنا الهادئة الاجابات لاسئلتنا المهمة 😉       بقلم جنيفرسانتانيالو

كل حبي و نوري

تحياتي

جنيفر~

مع حبي

Translated by arabian roses

Written by Jennifer Santaniello

Source : http://astoryoflight.wordpress.com/

 

“Stop looking for me so intently, so that I may find you.”

~ Jennifer Santaniello

Sometimes the answers we need are right in front of our face.  Sometimes, it takes a good friend and person to say to us, “slow down!!!!”.  Maybe what we are looking for is actually patiently waiting for us to slow down and stop running frantically about, so that it may finally catch up to us.

There are times in our lives which demand and require our biggest fight, if we are fortunate enough parts of our lives will always require us to dig this deep.  Yet, there are times in life where only in our arrest, in our stillness do we find what we need, or rather, what we need finds us.  Perhaps the key is just the right balance of action, persistence, determination, patience as well as the willingness to stop where we are when need be, and just be happy, feel grateful and allow the seeds we’ve planted along the way to rise up around us in greatness and

My intention in writing this post tonight is to remind you that it is ok to slow down every so often, and allow the answers you seek to find you.  Sit back tonight, relax, do something that makes you incredibly happy and if that entails doing nothing other then sitting in silence, then so be it!  Who knows, perhaps it is in our quietest moments that we receive the answers to our biggest questions (;

♥ All of my love and light ♥

Namaste

~ Jennifer

with love.

     

Signs of the last days

Woman is a diamon

 

 

Dawn Rain

We woke up at  3:00 am for  Suhur , which is a predawn meal in Ramadan , prayed , and read few chapters from Quran then all retreated  to their rooms to take a rest. It was 5:00 am when it started drizzling. I was sitting at my desk staring at my notebook trying to write something but to no avail , my heart ‘s whispers wouldn’t come  . I guess I have writer’s block . My spiral notebook is in a mess , it was a gift from my twin brother  and I  have to piece together its pages before he sees  that . I love spiral notebooks but I fail to keep them one piece . It’s like I have a  graveyard of notebooks.

The house was so quiet .Crowing of roosters was overwhelming the serene horizon perfumed with  drizzle beads . I jumped from my seat and headed towards  the French window and opened it  to greet the morning rain . I smiled  at the sky  that was studded with generous grey clouds . Deep down I know that  Mika’el the angel of rain was soothing the heat of the earth by bathing its summer breeze before muslims start their fourth day of fasting by the command of Allah .

We fast  14 hours a day  in my home country . We abstain from eating and drinking from dawn to dusk and they’re very precious moments  that a muslim treasures and the  joy of breaking fast is unrivalled . Everything about Ramadan is rewarding , so is the  feeling it creates within us ,that of  gratefulness for being a muslim .When the sun goes down  indicating time to  break our fast , with the very first sip of water a fathomable but intangible feeling overwhelms me . A   feeling  that  I  know where it comes from but words can’t describe it . A feeling that makes my soul  recite merely  “there is no God but Allah ” . 

 

Written by arabian roses

 

Wish you gorgeous night whoever you are wherever you are =)

GoOd bye gorgeous wordpress, see you in August inshallah =)

Salam tender earth =) Hope you’re all doing great =)

Smile tender souls it’s a new day , another chance for a happy ending =)

smile

Smile , for when night spreads his wings ,your smile becomes  the sunshine.

Smile, for when a heart breaks down,your smile becomes the bridge to the soul.

Smile , for when luck frowns, your smile becomes the ray of hope.

A  smile  is your  gift when you’ can’t afford buying him or her a gift

A smile is  the remedy that you recommend  without  prescription.

A smile is your wordless speech of kindness.

A smile is your  outward  message of love.

Written by arabian roses

Wish you peaceful night tender earth :)

Precious الثمينة

 

لقد عثرت على اجمل جوهرة

بعض منها ازرق ضارب للخضرة

البعض الاخر من الخزف الابيض

امواج من السمرة و الذهب

انها تحفة فنية

 احيانا اتاملها وحسب

اعجب بقوامها الممتلىء الجميل

اتساءل من الذي قذف بذاك الكمال على السطح

و لكن هذا الحجر الثمين ليس ملكا لي

و عندما  ينتهي وقتي

سوف يكون على شخص اخر ايجاده

سوف يكون  في  يدي اخر

Written by Richard Voza

Translated by arabian roses

Precious

I found the most beautiful gem

Some of it is a greenish blue

Some of it is porcelain white

Waves of brown and gold

It’s a work of art

Sometimes I just look at it

admire its graceful curves

wonder who cast that perfect surface

But this precious stone isn’t mine

And when my time is over

It will be for someone else to find

It will be in the hands of another

Written by Richard Voza

A tender day to kind souls =)

Hava gorgeous moments great souls =)

You cross the line and you have to step back !

You draw a Muslim as a wolfman who  preys  only on  flesh and blood  of the innocent  in your poem that drips  with hatred , prejudice , bitterness  and  ignorance . You  have imprisoned all Muslims  in a bottle  you call ” The suicide Bombers”  and released giant misleading thoughts and unfounded  allegations . You talk as though you know everything about Islam , Quran and  Prophet Muhammad’s words may peace be upon him . But you have zero knowledge about us .

 

 

♥There is no room for  hatred in a true muslim’s heart , that muslim who follows Allah’s commandments and Prophet Muhammad’s teaching .  A true muslim is raised to love , to forgive , and to spread life not to rob it . “The messenger of God said to me (Anas), Son, if you are able , keep your heart from morning till night and from night till morning free from malice towards  anyone ; then he said, Oh! My son, this is one of my laws, and he who loves my laws loves me.”♥

♥A true muslim  respects his  non-muslim neighbor and he has  duties towards him including protecting his interests when he is absent , showing him respect when he is present, helping  him when he is inflicted with any injustice  , not remaining on look-out to detect his faults ; and if , by any chance , he happens to know any undesirable thing about him , hides it from others . And, at the same time,  he tries to desist him from improper habits, if there is any chance that he will listen to him , never leaving him alone in any calamity,forgive him, if he has done any wrong .♥

♥ That was and is  the teaching of our beloved Muhammad peace upon him  whom  Allah Subhanoho wa-T’ala Says to him in The Holy Quran:

وَمَا أَرْسَلْنَاكَ إِلَّا رَحْمَةً لِّلْعَالَمِين

“And We have not sent you except as a mercy to mankind.” (The Prophets 21:107).

Our beloved  prophet Muhammad may peace be upon him, enjoins us to show mercy towards non-muslims as he had always done . Some of his neighbors were non-muslims. He would be kind to them like the  Jewish poor family he would regularly gave charity to . Even after his death , Muslims maintained his charity towards them . Another story bears witness to his mercy ,that of Christian delegation from Ethiopian churches  who came to Medina and  the Prophet opened up his mosque for them to stay in, hosted them generously, and personally served them meals. He said:“They were generous to our companions, so I wish to be generous to them in person…” ♥

♥A true Muslim doesn’t take lives  either for life is sacred even that of small creatures and Allah the almighty will chastise those who   trespass his commandment  about that . Prophet Muhammad peace be upon him too preaches kindness not cruelty and hatred . It is narrated that during a journey the Prophet left his companion for a while. During his absence, his companion saw a bird called hummara and took two young ones away from the mother bird. The mother bird was circling above in the air, beating its wings in grief, when the Prophet came back and said: “Who has hurt the feelings of this bird by taking its young? Return them to her”. The Prophet companion then replaced the offspring in the same bush.Another stories tells that on the way to a battle, the Prophet army marched towards Makkah (now known as Mecca) to conquer it, they passed a female dog with puppies. The Prophet not only gave orders that the mother dog and puppies should not be hurt or disturbed, but posted a man to see that this was done.

 

♥A true muslim is not a murder or a ” suicid bomber ” . Allah condemns killing the innocent . Allah ,the almighty says in his holy book:

[Quran 60:8] GOD does not enjoin you from befriending those who do not fight you because of religion, and do not evict you from your homes. You may befriend them and be equitable towards them. GOD loves the equitable.

[Quran 8:61] If they resort to peace, so shall you, and put your trust in GOD. He is the Hearer, the Omniscient.

[Quran 4:90]”…Therefore, if they leave you alone, refrain from fighting you, and offer you peace, then GOD gives you no excuse to fight them.”

You refer to all muslims as “suicid bombers”  in your poem and that’s wrong, and illogical and too judgmental . You disdain suicid bombers  for taking  lives of  the innocent while you point an accusing  finger at  people ,calling them murders ,stripping them of their honor, kindness and humanity on the ground that a muslim  exploded himself . You try to ruin the reputation of people  who don’t know anything about harming others . Allah don’t punish people for the faults of others , each has to take the responsibility of  their actions. Who gave you the right to judge people ? you don’t even know their names ,their background,their culture, or their dreams !

♥I am  muslim and  I am proud of being Muslim for Islam preaches love, tolerance, altruism and compassion .With every Dawn prayer ,with every Ramadan, with every new sunrise and new sunset ,I praise Allah for being a muslim for the serenity I feel is beyond description .♥

Please make sure   not to twist my words  when reporting them next time . I didn’t say suicider  bomb sisters and brothers  in Islam  . I said sister and brother in Islam , it was a warm greeting that you twisted its meaning .It would be more credible and honest to  report my words as they are  for honesty  is a fabric of us as human  too  isn’t it?

 

 

 Written by arabian roses

 

 

May your night be blessed whoever you are ,wherever you are ameen =)

Salaam lovely lovely lovely universe :)

I Am You~! انا انت

بما اني اتريث  قليلا قبل اي تبادل مع رفيق سفر اخر  في هذه الرحلة واخذ بعين الاعتبار  ان ما في جعبتهم قد لايكون ما هم عليه في حقيقة الامر , ينعم  علي “برؤية” مختلفة لمن  ساتواصل معهم . علاوة على ذلك كل ما اراه و اسمعه ليس الا نتاجا ثانويا من التكيف الاجتماعي و الانماط الراسخة و انظمة من المعتقد و التجارب

ان الاحاطة علما بذلك جعل من ايجاد و الاتصال بما سوف  اطلق عليه “بالنفس التاسيسية”  امرا  سهلا . وفي تساءلي عن ماهية  هذه الروح قبل الالم , الخوف والهجر اجد الاجابة لكن كما انت دائما  .  فانا اتجاذب اطراف الحديث مع طفل الخالق  الجميل والبريء والضعيف  و الخائف والوحيد احيانا انا اتحدث الى “انا” ♥ .  حتى

حتى وان صرخوا في , تكون المصفاة  في مكانها مسبقا و بذلك ما اسمعه هو نداء للحب ورغبة لان يفهموا في ظل حقيقة ما هم عليه فعلا  . من هذاالمنظور, استطيع بحق ان اكون عونا لهم كما انا. و رغم  اننا نبدو  مختلفين لاننا ننحدر من خلفيات و ثقافات و انظمة معتقد  مختلفة الا ان” انفسنا غير المقيدة”  ♥الطفل♥  قبل ان يدرب , هو نفسه تماما ودائما   .   انا انت

بقلم ساتبرم

  Written by http://quantumzen.wordpress.com/

Translated by arabian roses

                                                                            I Am You~

As I take a moment, prior to any “exchange” with another fellow traveler on this journey and consider that what they are be bringing to the table, may possibly Not be who they really Are, I am graced with a different “view” of who I am communicating with. Moreover and in Most cases, what I am seeing and hearing is just a byproduct of social conditioning, ingrained patterning, belief systems and experiences.
With this knowing, it becomes easier to find and relate to what I will call “the foundational self”. As I ask myself who this soul was prior to the pain, fear, abandonment, etc. I find the answer to Always be the same. I am talking to a beautiful, innocent, vulnerable, sometimes scared and lonely Child of our Creator.
I am talking to “me”~♥ 
Even if they are screaming at me, my “filter” is already in place and what I hear is a cry for Love, a desire to be understood and held in the Light of who they Really Are. With this “view” I can truly be of service to them, As “ME”. After all, we may look and sound different, come from different backgrounds, cultures and belief systems, yet our “unconditioned selves”, the *child* before training is Always exactly the same.

I Am You~

Copyright © Satprem 2012

A NEW ERA عهد جديد

  بعيدا عن ضجيج الكون

هيا نذهب الى الطرف الاخر من العالم

الى ما وراء الافق الذهبي

حيث  تسمو الافكار لتصبح مشاعرا

اعمق من  محيط من الحياة  هو الاكثر عمقا

بعيدا عن حزن الفؤاد

حيث  تصبح روضة حياتنا غناء

نخلق موسيقى مع اوتار القلب

نشدو  انغاما  تكون  طيورا عذبة وديعة

بعيدا عن االحياة الجد خاوية

بعيدا عن الثراء و علقات التفكير في المال

لنخلق عالما خاصا بنا

حيث  تنساب  السكينة و الافكار المنسجمة

حيث  يكون الحب و الانسانية  الاحجار الكريمة المعروفة

حيث   يحل عهد جديد من حرارة الشغف ….    قصيدة لسميا

Written by Soumyav

Copyright 2012

Translated by arabian roses

                                                         A New Era

Away from the noise of the universe,

Lets go to the other end of the world,

beyond the golden horizon,

where thoughts transcend and become feelings,

deeper than the deepest ocean of living.

Away from the melancholy of the heart,

where the garden of our life becomes blossomed with flowers,

creating music with the chords of our love,

singing the tunes will be  the humble sweet birds…

Away from the life so meaningless,

away from the riches and money minded leeches,

to create  a world of our own,

where tranquility and harmonic  thoughts flow,

love and humanity are the gems known,

where a new era of passion and ardor  embarks…

Written by Soumya

Copyright 2012

Submit and Decide, then…. …. استسلم وقرر ثم

قال محمد عليه الصلاة و السلام , استسلم

قال المسيح عليه السلام قرر

دعنا لانشعر بالحيرة

فليس هناك تناقض فيما كانا يقولانه

فالعبارتان تكملان بعضهما بعضا

لنسلم انفسنا لله سبحانه و تعالى

حينذاك سوف نصبح الريح

التي تهب في اي اتجاه تشاء

لنقرر ان نكون سهما لها

حينذاك سوف يتسنى لنا ان نحرك جبلا

دون تحريك اصبعنا

استسلم و قرر

حينذاك سوف نجد ان قلوبنا نقية كالماء

وتلمع كالماسة

استسلم و قرر

 حينذاك سوف تكف الارض عن تحولها  الى ساحة للحرب

لتصبح ذاتها ملعبا جميلا

استسلم وقرر

حينذاك يسكن هدوء ابدي كف يدنا

Written by Subhan Zein

                                                          Copyright  2012

Translated by arabian roses

                                          Submit and Decide, then….                                                                

Muhammad said, “Submit”

Jesus said, “Decide”

*

Let us not get confused.

Nothing is contradictory in what they were saying,

for the statements complement each other.

*

Submit ourselves in humility only to the Almighty,

then we will become the wind

that blows to any direction She wishes.

*

Decide that we want to become Her arrow,

then we could move a mountain

without even moving our finger.

*

Submit and decide

Then we will find our heart is pure like water

and sparkle like a diamond.

Submit and decide

Then the earth ceases becoming a battlefield.

It turns itself into a lovely playground.

*

Submit and decide

Then eternal serenity resides in the palm of our hand.

Written by Subhan Zein

Copyright 2012

Why am I Crying~? لماذا ابكي

ابكي الوجع و التعصب الذي ارى

ابكي لانني اعلم انك انا

ابكي عندما تحزنين لانني قد حزنت ايضا

ابكي عندما انسى انني انت وحسب

ابكي ابتسامة صغير فرحة

ابتهج للفرح الذي تشعرين به في كل الاوقات

ابكي عندما لا استطيع ان  اقدم لك الافضل

ابكي الاكاذيب التي جعل منها العالم حقيقة

ابكي المجاعة و الحرب في وجع

ابكي و انا ارقص تحت مطر الصيف الدافئة

ابكي وانا اضم طفلي الي

ابكي لان صغيرك قد انتزع منك

ابكي خسارتك و اشد مخاوفك

ابكي حتى خلت انه قد رقات ادمعي

ابكي المك وكل ماتبقى

ابكي لان حياتي جد مباركة

قصيدة لساتبرم

Written by http://quantumzen.wordpress.com/

Translated by arabian roses

    

                                                                 Why am I crying ?

I cry at the pain and intolerance I see~
I cry because I Know you are me~

I cry when you mourn as I have mourned too~
I cry when I forget that I am just you~

I cry at the joyful smile of a child~
I rejoice in the joy that You feel all the while~

I cry when I can’t make it better for you~
I cry at the lies that this world has made true~

I cry at starvation and war and in pain~
I cry as I dance in the warm summer’s rain~

I cry as I hold my child so close to me~
I cry because your child was taken from thee~

I cry for your loss and your deepest fears~

I cry till I feel like I have no more tears~

I cry for your pain and for All the rest~
I cry because my life is so blessed~

Satprem~

Copyright © 2012

It takes two to tango

 

Whenever a woman  asks for divorce , all point an accusing finger at her . All are all ears when  narrating evil stories about her  but  deaf to her pleas to listen to her part of story as well. Even when she is a victim of  emotional and physical violence, she shoulders most of the blame .

 

That wife brings marriage  to closure,   proves  that man hasn’t praised  Allah’s grace upon him .  Woman is a soft creature who cherishes appreciation , respect , comfort and love. When a husband  fails to teach  her how to  adjust in his world softly and safely she will seek another territory where she can have a space of her own or set up her own kingdom  to live free from fear , abuse , prejudice and misjudgment.

 

 

A wife has countless rights over her husband, when not fulfilled , her trust and respect vanish and when they do, love perish for love is born  of respect.

 

All women , no matter where they come from , no matter who they’re  , are one and the same  .They love to be tended like a rose , treasured like a precious stone , listened to like sea ripples and taken care of  like a child  for  Allah the glorified and the exalted has created them as  Prophet  Muhammad peace upon him said, ” from a rib and the most crooked portion of the rib is its upper part; if you try to straighten it, it will break, and if you leave it, it will remain crooked, so I urge you to take care of the women.” (Sahih Bukhari, Volume 7, Book 62, Number 114).

 

Remember , if a woman  has ever trod your gracious land, to appreciate her as she is  and never try to change her because putting up with  her flaws or silly habits is a token of your unconditional love . Rememeber to overlook  her mistakes . By doing so, you teach her to overlook and forgive yours .  Remember  to keep your angers secrets from her  for your home  is nothing but a  sanctuary  where only hymns of love and compassion must be sung as a woman’s  soul is so soft  that  angry talks can  break her. Spare no effort to help her with household chores . One day the Messenger of Allah peace upon him paid a visit to the house of Ali and Fatemah  peace upon them . He saw that Ali  was sieving the pulses and Fatemah  was busy cooking. On observing this the Prophet  may peace be upon him remarked, “O Ali, I do not speak except what is revealed to me. Anyone who helps his wife in her domestic affairs obtains a reward of one year of worship equal to the amount of hair on his body. This year of worship will be as if he has fasted during its days and prayed during its nights. Allah will reward him equal to the reward of all the patient ones, Hazrat Dawood (a.s.) and Hazrat Isa (a.s.).”

Marriage is a story that you can make of it a fairytale the characters in it live happily ever after  just with simple but hearty and loving smiles , apologies,gifts  or surprises.

 

Written by arabian roses

 

 

 

 

 

السلام عليكم ورحمة الله و بركاته يا مسلمين =)

Have lovely July lovely earth =)

Lovely quotes for you and me too ;)

Simplicity is happiness

Safe trip to me :) take best care of yourself whoever you are, wherever you are =)

I wish you lovely night lovely bloggers and non-bloggers ;)

جهرا دعوتك

Salam Alaikom lOvely muslims ,have a day full of blessings =)

A letter from the sea

The sea took the sun hostage,

Said the  breathless dawn,

I saw him summoning an army of  upheaving waves

And   building an unconquerable castle.

 

He made  the sun his queen

the sky sighed,

Always the sea has been true to his word

I  give in my  blue color

And he never takes our  gracious sun.

 

He made the sand his messenger to us

the moon said,

It’s a letter from the sea

 

Since the dawn of man

The waves  have carried your ships

of war and of peace.

The lovely sand guarded your letters of love

you entrusted with

and  lay it at the feet of the beloved.

I has  gifted you pearls to adorn her crown

after your reunion .

 

But you discrowned me for

your greed stole all my pearls

And  tarnished  my virgin waves.

you also  turned my  prestine sand into a graveyard  of evil .

 

Today I took your sun hostage and make her  my empress 

To bring warmth to the cold heart of  an emperor

Whose throne was unsurped .

Your  night will be eternal till

Dolphins come home again .

 

Written by arabian roses

 

 

 

 

Have a lovely night whoever reads this =)

A hearty apology from a muslim woman to a Christian woman (blog Flowergirl4831)

• I don’t know where you come from  but I know that miles ,mountains and seas  which set us apart   can’t t break that human bridge  . I wish I knew your name for friends call each others by their name  and it seems I’m a friend because   you called me so . I would love to tell you that Me being a muslim,and YOU  being a Christian ,or he  being a muslim and she being a christian doesn’t give us the right to hurt or insult each other. I disdain any  Muslim who forgets  who he is and crosses lines Islam commands us not to trespass when dealing with others let alone when they’re non muslims. A muslim, as  our beloved Prophet  may peace be upon him  said: “The Muslim is not an accuser, curser, curser with evil tongue (big curser), or minor curser“.

I  also disdain any Christian who …. I can’t even have the courage and the power to write the words ,it feels like it ribs my heart to pieces – who insults our dearly loved Prophet Muhammad  may be peace upon him . It’s not  Jesus’s  legacy to curse or insult.

A muslim is not a curser, neither  is a Christian .We can talk ,discuss,enlighten each others  gently.We can also answer each other’s questions to clarify  sombre thoughts clouding our sense of good judgement softly . Remember that insults or offensive names will add salt to injury .You’re doing harm to Islam by betraying what Allah and his messenger has entrusted with  as Allah and his prophet Muhammad  may be peace upon him command us to be kind to non-muslims . Allah says

“God does not forbid you from those who do not fight you because of religion and do not expel you from your homes – from dealing kindly and justly with them.  Indeed, God loves those who act justly.  God only forbids you from those who fight you because of religion and expel you from your homes and aid in your expulsion – (forbids) that you make allies of them.  And whoever makes allies of them, then it is those who are the wrongdoers.” (Quran 60:8-9)

Remember that some of  our beloved prophet Muhammad’s neighbors  were non-muslim and  he would be generous to them ,visit them when they’re sick and help them in rough time. That is his of legacy mercy and kindness .

Allah endowed you with a precious blessing  ; being able to write  and read ,so use that gift to draw the  beautiful picture  of   the muslim instead of uglifying  by your insults and  aggressive way  that is strongly disdained by Islam. Violence begets violence . Hatred  begets hatred . Genuine true love begets nothing but a genuine true  love. Tame the power of your pen to unveil the beauty of Islam and mend their misjudgment. Write and when you write  do it  with honor .Prayer  too  is more powerful than violence so pray . Allah and his angels pray  . Abu Umama reported that the Messenger of Allah said, “Allah AND His angels AND the people of the heavens AND the earth, EVEN the ants in their rocks AND the fish, PRAY for blessings on those who teach people good.” [at-Tirmidhi] (Aisha Bewley, Riyad as-Salihin (The Meadows of the Righteous), Book of Knowledge, 241. Chapter: the excellence of knowledge

Rememeber also that through the journey of your life you  must have come across  non-muslims  who respect you being a muslim tha  they are careful when picking their words to not cross lines with you because they know that a muslim should be treated with respect. I have met some . So let’s not lose a friend  who would defend Islam guided by  the  beautiful and genuine picture we gift them  .

I hope you read those words ,they’re meant for you ,you sound upset and sad and that saddens me . You said you have friends who are muslims ,believe it or not a muslim can make  a great friend  when following what Islam commands  him or her  to do ,as friends have rights ,  holy ones so never ever give up on them .

 

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Presidents should start blogging too !

It is a brilliant idea,that I highly recommend for all world leaders ,kings and queens for several reasons,good reasons.

 

 

 

Genuine friendship

 

Blogging  is a golden opportunity to seize  to make new friends of different fabric from the one you as a  president are used to. Friends  from all walks of life ,common people who will point out  to your flaws rather than coloring them with bright glittering colours.The more sincere comments you write the more hearts you captivate.The more useful posts you publish,the more readers you win.Posts stand for your speeches,and  decisions ,while comments stand for your reactions towards  people’s criticism  of your policy.While bloggers are  the sincere counsellors.Blogging will teach you  to accept and deal with criticism .Some will follow you ,while others will block you or mark you as spam.

 

No more treasure hunting

 

Blogging is a new hobby that world leaders can take up.It’s cheap,accessible and most of all safer than playing the part of Ali Baba and  the 40 haramy ( thieves) that some are hooked on . Not to mention the part of Casanova that  many love playing as well .

Besides people love writers . If  you fail to make them believe your credibility as a  politician, you can  win them over as a writer,then as a ruler.

 

 

Practise makes perfect

 

 Practise makes perfect,then presidents don’t need to hire a speechwriter as blogging will teach them how to write their own speech by themselves,  a speech that will touch the listeners instead of  the stony ones we used to,ones that remind us of  the sound of  an old man ‘s heavy wobbling walking stick :monotonous ,repetitive  and  ,nerve- wrecking. Here ,a president can learn how to make  words come straight from his  heart to dwell in the heart of  his audience .I  recommend the use of a cheerful background too,because not  everyone is fond o f  faces . Audience need something warm than  that lifeless face and that  forced smile that reminds you of George Orwell ‘s Big  Brother is watching you .

 

Competitiveness

 

 After election most  presidents  suffer from low performance and  productivity.They don’t  work hard the way they did when preparing for their election campaign  due to the lack of rivals and competitors,and blogging  is the best way  to ignite that flame again because here all bloggers are competing with each other  to have the best blog, to win readers.

 

blogging is a free nation

 

Blogging is a free floor to exchange ideas without one fearing losing his neck and this policy should be extended to real life . Like  your posts ,your  legislations and decisions concerning the nation must be  open to discussion ,and instead of pulling a trigger to a head of a protestor ,take your pen and edit them.

 

Tight shoes

 

Why don’t presidents  start blogging their  speeches instead   of delivering them  face to face.Imagine doing that while sipping  your icy  tea  ,playing your favorite music  ,far away  from  blinding camera  flashes,deafening shouts of reporters ,and a tight  pair shoes that keep you from concentration,that they have to repeat every question for you.The outcomes will be fruitful due to the lack of distraction ,and tense atmosphere.

 

 

Happy blogging 🙂

 

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I’m hoOme =) I miss my blog too

Smile to the morning,someday will thank him or her for letting you go =)

A beloved’s confessions

It was me who stole your Queen chess piece.

I hate it when you call her my inamorata, that word is mine.

It was me who made your car’s four tires flat the other day ,it wasn’t the delivery boy.

I didn’t want you to go to the mountains ,I had a bad dream.

 

It was me who put your black t-shirt in the clothing donation box, it wasn’t your mum. I hate it when girls liked it on you.

 

It was me who made myself catch a cold, I went barefoot in the rain. I love the way you get worried about me when I ‘m sick.

 

It was me who broke the CD your ex-girl friend gifted you .I hate that look on your face whenever you listen to it.

 

Invincible army of love

Some build a tower around themselves and with every passing day that tower gets higher and higher and the soul behind its walls becomes  unconquerable filling  the heart of those who pass by  with amusement , bewilderment  and fear.

Historically, that  tower dated back to an ancient time of painful stories that set the heart and  the soul of the his lord or lady on fire of resentment, hatred and isolation  ,it’s a human tower.

Some build them but deep down they hope someday someone  will find the key to set them free and douse that fire .They wait for  an invasion of  an invincible army of genuine human  compassion and pure love . Lets’ not spin horrifying stories about the lord or the lady of the stony  tower  .Let’s leave no stone unturned to find the key to the heart of that tower . The other is full of kindness, love and knowledge .Let’s not leave space for misjudgment or pride to dash one’s hope to rejoice in hi or her company.

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Someday …someone…

Migrating love

I whisper into   withering  flowers  your name to enliven them.

I make of every passing cloud  a love messenger  to you.

I chase moonlight to feel the  touch of your face

When  she  falls on you .

 

 With migrating sparrows  I send you   my love poems.

With rain drops,  I awash away your sorrows.

 

Your heart is my home,

Your smile is my moon.

Seas or deserts set us apart,

Love is a  restless nomad.

 

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5 things you should know about woman in Islam

1-Having  a daughter  or a sister brings  heaven at your feet

 

In pre-islamic arabia , girls were  buried alive .“When news is brought to one of them, of [the birth of] a female [child], his face darkens, and he is filled with inward grief! With shame does he hide himself from his people, because of the bad news he has received! Shall he keep this [child] despite the contempt [which he feels for it] or shall he bury it in the dust? Oh, evil is indeed whatever they decide!” – The Quran (16:58-59) .

But  Islam  has come to draw the curtain on this devious ritual  to teach  barbarians that daughters are nothing but undrained  fount of blessing that  Allah  has promised  those who are kind to their  daughters or  their sisters a place in paradise .Also ,Quran chastises Parents who choose sons over daughters .Like  boys , girls must be provided with everything that will turn them  into  successful , and pious  persons.

 

 

2-Woman is a precious pearl

 

Woman’s hijab is her  holy armor against luscious gazes .She is as precious as sea pearls and earth diamonds. The sea engulfs greedy ships to harbor his pearls. Mountains shield their  diamonds  and so does hijab. Muslim woman loves her hijab and she doesn’t wear it against her will ,a truth that  those who hate Islam do everything in their power to twist it and portray  Muslim woman as a slave deprived of her freedom.

 

3-Woman is  not a public property

 

Woman’s body is sacred in Islam .His secrets must be unveiled only to a husband . When disgracing it, woman will be stoned to death or whipped  to purify her body and soul  .

Allah  wants  man to appreciate woman ,to respect her, to honor her and to love her , and fornication is not the decent way to embody  all that.What apperciation is in putting woman through rough times because of  unwanted pregnancy .What love is in shunning woman after  preying on her body and soul  just because man thought he was in love with her but it turned it wasn’t .

 

4-Woman is treasured as a wife

 

The most  divine moments  shared  by woman and man are  sacred  that Allah commanded  husbands to be kind to their wives . A man for instance is forbidden from forcing his wife  to sex  “O ye who believe! Ye are forbidden to inherit women against their will. Nor should ye treat them with harshness, that ye may take away part of the dower [money given by the husband to the wife for the marriage contract] ye have given them, except where they have been guilty of open lewdness; on the contrary live with them on a footing of kindness and equity. If ye take a dislike to them it may be that ye dislike a thing, and God brings about through it a great deal of good (Qu’ran An-nisa 19)

Anal sex and sex during menstruation are prohibited for their ominous health hazards  as well .“If anyone [resorts to a diviner and believes in what he says (according) to the version of Musa) or] has intercourse with his wife (according to the agreed version) when she is menstruating, or has intercourse with his wife through her anus, he has nothing to do with what has been sent down to Muhammad.”—Narrated by Abu Hurairah, Book of Divination and Omens.

Suna Abu Dawud.

 

5-Why 4 wives?

 

Woman  has outnumbered  men , and  man’s  marrying  four women is Allah’s wisdom to keep woman from falling  in the abyss of evil  and protect society .

It should be noted that  Allah allows but does not command a man  to have four women .And when  marrying 4 , he has to treat them equally. Allah says:
“Marry women of your choice, two or three, or four; but if you fear that you shall not be able to deal justly (with them), then only one or (the slaves) that your right hands possess. That is nearer to prevent you from doing injustice.” [4:3]

or he has to have just one wife . Marriage is  so sanctified that Allah’s throne shakes when the sacred bond between husband and wife is broken . In Islam woman must be honored  for she holds all secrets of life ,beauty and love.

 

GoOd morning lovely Muslims =)

fight for the man or the woman you love,love loves warriors

Lord of The Rain

He made for me  a necklace  from  rain beads

And I was crowned queen of the rain.

He wrote  a symphonic poem

to gift me  the joys of waves

embraced by the passionate sand.

He perfumed his letters with

early morning dew so that

his love resurrects  in my heart

every daybreak.

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The lighthouse

Drop a coin on  the ground.The wind  will carry it and lay it at the feet of  a destitute whose pride kept him from begging compassion. Trust the wind , he’s the  god ‘s servant.

Thank the lemon tree or the apple tree in your yard  . Over years ,she has shielded  you from the ablaze  locks of sun and   given you the most delicious fruits .Like women ,trees love to be appreciated .

Pray for your teachers whenever you read a book .Without them we would have been  trapped in  the abyss of  merciless  ignorance.They’re honored by god,don’t disgrace them, for they’re messengers in disguise.

Don’t hurt the one who loves you but you don’t love.They are the lighthouse when your ship is at loss.They can find you when no one else can.

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Goooood morning ,it’s a new day, it’s a new adventure =)

Have a merry night ,or a cheerful day wherever you are,whoever you are =)

You never know

The oness of our hearts

“The voice of life flows through many vessels and though we cannot claim all poetry as our own, the Oneness of our hearts always share the same story in myriad verses~ We Are One~! Blessings of Love~ ”     By Satprem       http://quantumzen.wordpress.com/

A woman in love

When I seize that trouble in your mild eyes

My castles of joyousness collapse

And I wish  I were invincible billow

to engulf your ships of sorrow.

When your laughter caresses my restless heart

My ribs turn into  a lyre

And my soul sings the most bewitching song ever

A song of love  .

Your tears are as   ruinous as  falling stars

They torn my soul asunder.

Your laughter is as shining as a  merry  firefly

It  takes me to a place I have never been before,

the kingdom of a  man in love.

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Have a lovely night lovely universe

A jealous woman

I tore my veil to blindfold the sun

I can hear her from afar

weaving love hymns from

the olive tenderness of your eyes.

I banished my daisy flowers  to foreign lands forever

They swayed  whenever  you touched  them

This land is my dancing floor.

I gave my coloring pencils to somber clouds

I bribed them to tangle rainbow’s ribbons

I am the rainbow.

I twisted all fairy tales

Now they are  all about me and you.

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Heavenly morning

 

heavenly morning welcomes abode,
to the one with a noble soul,
far away from the sinful world,
in the clouds of god alone…

 

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http://soumyav.wordpress.com/

 

My Northern Star

I am standing on the edge of  life

I spread my broken wings

And flutter.

Unfathomable oceans are ahead of me.

Sunsets and sunrises witnessed my fall

Lofty mountains are yearning for my rise.

Love keeps you from falling,

Into my ear whispered the sky.

I looked into my heart,

His ships of promises were aground

And his sails were torn apart .

I bowed  my head.

Love is more than that,

Said  the blue ocean,

It’s seaman’s love

for the Northern star

that has always taken him home.

It’s shepherd ‘s love

for his gentle lamb

that his fear of wolf

turned  him  into invincible warrior.

Spread your wings

And soar sky-high.

Love has many hands

to catch you when you fall down.

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When he is uneven sea

Be a lulling  ripple

When he becomes an uneven sea.

Shred his armor of sorrow.

Tell the soft breeze to carry his restless  ships

To genie lands and trade them for

Ancient arabian perfumes

To turn his days into a beautiful fairy tale.

Be a shining star

When the sun sets.

Like a fearless shooting star

Break against   his aloof shores

And sprinkle your  light

To tell you his hidden  wishes.

 

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Ocean’s Confessions

Close your eyes

Open your heart to the conch.

She is going to tell you a secret.

Hold her close to your heart

The  haughty sky  is eavesdropping.

Hold her  tight to your soul

She  is going to tell you

Epics about seamen

Betrayed by mischievous waves.

And wisper into your ear

Names of  beloved ingrained on the sand

And washed away by sea’s shaking hand,

Confessions of  kings 

Had tamed invincible tide

But yield to a woman’s tender gaze.

Kiss the  restless conch

And promise her

To keep her secrets.

 

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Heartbeats

Dream high !

Lost recipe of happiness

People  around us keep  showering   recipe  of happiness on us , recipes  they tried and worked and they wish with all their heart to work for us  the way they worked for them , to  bring us happiness that  we end up with  a package of happiness . Some recipes  leave  us bewildered ,as we ‘re not sure which one  to choose . Others muddy the serenity and contentment within us as we start  questioning whether  the happiness we live  is true or fake for none of those recipes is compatible with ours .

Happiness  is not a recipe to try ,it can’t be taught either. It’s a unique experience .Sometimes it takes  time   to figure out what makes us happy .Sometimes  we have to endure pain  and loss  to figure out the essence of our happiness .

Some  weave their cloak  of  happiness   from the unconditional love  of a mother , from  helping  people  they barely know, from the mere thought that sharing their  loaf with a homeless keeps hunger at bay ,from  kissing  their  father’s  forehead when asking  forgiveness for raising their   voice rudely or from  seeing others happy even though  they  have a slight share  of their  happiness.

Others  see happiness as a bubble  ; it withers once they have it so they spend their entire life in  the pursuit of things they don’t have and they don’t need .  Happiness is to have what is  in other’s hands as well .

Happiness can wear many masks ;some masks  are  ugly .Other masks  are beautiful and it’s t up to us to choose which one to wear and once choice is defined by   one’s  up bringing, religious belief,  other’s expectations or the way one   feels about themselves .

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Listen to you

If you want to…

The sole moon

When your night is starless,don’t blame the lonely  moon. Laugh ,because laughter is contagious, and you will see glowing souls  adorning  the bare sky.

When your flowers fade away,don’t blame the rain. Cry ,and they will wake up, flowers love playing tricks to see how much you love them.

When your heart is broken , don’t blame love.  Gather the pieces and gift them to hope. He will find the right person to seal them.

When you fall down,don’t blame life.From ingratitude of others we learn to be grateful.We appreciate our blessings only when losing them.

When your shoes were torn, don’t blame the rocky road.Walk barefoot and feel  its soft soul.That was nature’s plot to notice her and to be nice to her.

When a friend betrays you,don’t blame honesty. It’s Lord ‘s way to jog your memory.Look back  at your life mirror,you might have betrayed  a friend unknowingly once .

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Have a lovely day gorgeous earth =)

Human coins

We are like  coins.Capricious life keeps tossing  us mercilessly  but when we fall down, we expect people watching to see both sides of us not only one , not only the ugly side.

Always the beloved beautiful daughter in law or the loving wife  becomes  roots of all evil and must be shunned like a leprous once signed divorce papers. Always ,the dedicated father  turns into a devil’s accomplice once he disinherited his child.What about seeing the other side of the coin, that you have always enjoyed .She might be messy, but sometimes a wife becomes one when she’s torn between family obligation and work.She  is in bad mood .Well a wife can be a nuisance in the neck if you try to twist her genuine self.

Try to polish the side of the coin that your anger and disappointment blinded your eyes to see , that side  on which good qualities  are ingrained ,qualities that you loved once upon a time and your happiness flourished in the land of them.That person is the same ,it’s your interpretation of him  that has changed due to passing circumstances. We do when people do not meet our expectations which is utterly unfair  because we do not live to meet any person’s standards as far as our standards do not hurt others .

His wife was messy but she was  hard-working ;she tried her best .She was  moody but she was understanding and loving .She  never hesitated to admit to her mistake or apologise .Tame yourself  to look at people from both sides  and that will teach you to be fair when judging them .It will even  teach you to never judge them  ,for no one is entitled to be in the position of a judge, only the Lord has the right to because he’s the only one who knows what is in our heart and mind .

Remember by seeing   the two sides of  people  in their fall down and strength ,you learn to put yourself in their shoes to understand why they act that way in that situation towards that person. By doing that  you  find an excuse to them as you, yourself might  act the same way or feel the same way or even go too far .

When people fall down in the abyss of anger, of ingratitude,of selfishness,of lies , or misbehavior ;  don’t shun them or preach them .Rather, give your hand and lift them up. And the best way to Put up with people in their worst parts is you remembering and reminding them about  their best parts they played on the stage of life.

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Learn how to dance with nature

Learn from the rain  how to hop and never be afraid to fall down .

Learn from flowers how  to bent down  and stand in glamor .

Learn from sparrows to spread your arms  and  embrace the light.

Learn from the wind to swing gracefully and greet all creatures.

Learn from  the night   to weave  a silver veil from the  round moon’s shade and share it.

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Your love kept me alive

It’s the love for a childless land that kept a farmer alive.

It’s the love for honor that keeps a wounded soldier alive.

It’s the love for health that keeps the sick alive.

It’s the love for challenge that keeps a mountaineer alive.

It’s the love for hope that keep the unfortunate alive.

Love has many crowns ,but they are all adorned with a precious jewelry  of life.

Written by arabian roses.

 

 

Have fabulous night and day lovely bloggers =)

invade Your ribs, steal your heart beats and play it in tune with the symphony of love .

That she or he left you behind doesn’t mean you’re not worth his /her love .It doesn’t mean  that she or he is ungrateful either. Beginnings  are like delivering  child ;they’re painful ,but they bear life within them . Breaking up is a beginning.It’s a sea that is replete with  pearls of hope, of life,of love, and of change  .You just have to bend down and gather them to make them a necklace to put around the life and take  that crown of sadness, off her beautiful head. Remember  when you look back at those days , to look at them with grateful heart ,because she or he set you free to taste the happiness that  you deserve, a happiness that you didn’t know with him or her.You wish  sometimes that you can turn the clock back to do things differently to make things work .You wouldn’t wish that if that person is worthless. Deep down you believe  there is good in him or her,and that  giving up on you doesn’t mean she  /he is not . The earth never bears grudge against the earthquake  ,because she knows ,it’s nature’s way to  start a new beginning  the next day. There is no timeless  earthquake , so is sadness.

That  he’s different from you doesn’t mean he’s subordinate to you. Difference is the fount of knowledge, enrichment and enlightenment and beauty. Allah has created legion of different species of flowering plants, animals,fish, and human. Nature taught all creatures to live in peace and harmony for in their differences lies the essence of their survival. But she failed to tame human beings whose differences set their hearts apart ,and torn the map of their souls.You can sow the field of the other ,he can pick the fruits  ,that allured his mind ,or soul or heart ,from yours .I’m the other ,you’re the other ,I can teach you a lot about my world to understand it better ,you can enlighten me about yours too to not trod on some traps that might ruin the bridge of harmony we’re trying to build.Because to understand how the other’s world works is the secret of a strong bond .So ,when the other steps into your territory ,gift him a big basket that is replete with amazing traditions, inspiring folktales ,healing stories, instead of aiming your rifle to his heart.

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Childish daylight

When the daylight teases you, embrace it , and don’t take  your beautiful eyes away  from him. Spread your arms ,and try to race the sun ,and reward yourself with a tender flower for reaching places she can’t reach. Look up at the sky and trace the migrating moon and if he turns round thank him for lightening  your solitude. Shred your armors of gloom ,and clothe yourself in attire of hope and joy .It’s a new start .It’s a new day. It’s your gift to complete your unfinished painting of life and there  spring is holding in  his hand  bright colors waiting for your commands.So choose a bright color that personates  you , a color of love and hope.

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Marriage the inescapable blessing

“And among His signs is this, that He created for you mates from among yourselves, that you may dwell in peace and tranquility with them, and He has put love and mercy between your (hearts): Verily in that are signs for those who reflect.” (Quran 30:21).

 

“Marriage is an inescapable  evil “I heard this statement by some ,but it’s not , for a true Muslim. It’s a package of blissful gifts. Marriage keeps the hideous evil at bay  including fornication  and other distorted ways to satisfy lust that rot the soul and the body. For example people who fornicate from partner to partner  reap what they sow ,a crop of deadly sexual diseases and  generations of illegitimate children.

Allah created man and woman and commanded them to keep chase till their souls and bodies are united under the wing of marriage.Virginity in Islam is  a token of purity,it’s the gift that mn and woman offer to each other . In Islam ,a fornicator should  marry but a fornicator  not a virgin or a chase person .Allah says:

” The fornicator shall not marry save a fornicatress or an idolatress, and the fornicatress, none shall marry her save a fornicator or an idolater; and all that is forbidden unto the believers.”Surah Al-Nur.

Also The Holy Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) said: A Muslim man can acquire no benefit after Islam greater than a Muslim wife who makes him happy when he looks at her, obeys him when he commands her, and protects him when he is away from her in herself and in his property.’

 

Marriage combats  deadly sexual diseases,and provides sound pillars for a healthy society and keep the nightmarish future of a clans of illegitimate children away .Besides the spread of  immoral crimes like a brother marrying his sister unknowingly , for one of them was  the output of a gloomy night of  foggy souls driven by lust ,or by wine or by drug.

 

That your marriage collapsed doesn’t mean it’s a barren land.It doesn’t mean that marriage is a house doomed to fall down either .It’s your choice of the  rotten seeds that ate it away to the bone.In Islam, man and woman are advised to choose their marriage  partners . The Prophet Muhammad may peace be upon him  says: “Make a wise selection for your sperm”.He also says: “A wife is chosen for four qualities: her faith, family status, wealth and beauty. Choose the one who is strong in faith”. “If any of you proposes to a woman, he should try to see of her what encourages him to marry her” In another hadith the Prophet is quoted as saying to one of his companions: “Look at her, for that helps to bring you closer together”. It’s very important to choose your partner to ensure the success of marriage psychologically, socially , and sexually.

 

Marriage is that armor that will protect the soul and body of society against corruption ,so try your best to not dim its light by making the right decisions and choosing the right partner.

 

Written by arabian roses.

 

 

Was it worth it?

Was it worth it to let a  friend in need down ?   If you do, who’s then  going to carry your coffin? Only a friend’s shoulder can bear the weight of your cold bones.

Was it worth it to scream at your old mother ? If you do, how  then are you going to pay her lost whispers  to sooth  your  young frail soul  back? Only your tender voice can empower her weakness.

Was it worth it to unveil a woman or a man’s sins ?  If you do, how then do you expect the Almighty to cover yours? Only your prayers for them can dim the darkness of sin in you.

Was it worth it to argue with your neighbor on worldly possessions? If you do then who’s going to dig your grave? Only a neighbor and a father and a son weep when entrusting the earth with you .

Was it worth it to tak life from people ? If you do ,then who’s going to share with you winter ? Only human beings can dance under  the rain.

Was it worth it to fight for worldly possessions that we will leave behind us when we die and take none ?  Was it worth it to spend all our lifetime drowned  in hatred because of tiny differences that  Allah has created to keep monotony and brooding clouds away from our life and grow seeds of compassion in our souls?

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Just like the river will find the sea

Praise our Mohammad a loooot today ,it’s Thursday =)

Have a lovely day Muslims ,it’s a new day ,another page of blessings =)

Remember that…

GoOd night lovely world =)

I want to be with you

 

 

I love you so

Guide me all the way

 

 

Waiting for the call

It’s Friday Muslims =) don’t forget to kiss your parents’ hands

Have a beautiful night ,beautiful world

Jasmine Perfume

I gave  my moody scripts to the waves,

She told me the sea loved every part she played.

I told her that you are as mysterious as her sea

“But he is  not as patient as him” ,she said.

I hope you will love me more,now  without them .

I also taught my heart to keep a diary

your heart didn’t love his   love poems

But  that gave me a chest pain ;

his poems had got fierce lately.

I don’t walk  on my toes anymore

Only foolish woman did  that ,you told me .

I wanted to get taller  so that  I could  kiss your forehead.

My childhood mirror didn’t recognize me this morning .

She was looking everywhere for my  face.

And my jasmine  perfume didn’t tune with my  straight locks either .

He misses my wild curls.

I  wonder  if your heart knows his way

because  my soul moved home .

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Sorry for taking you for granted

Thank you ,you brought me home

He’s always in my heart

Why do we keep hurting each other?

A jar of broken promises

I hunted all broken promises

and hid them  in a jar made of tender earth’s smiles .

then  I set them in the sunshine

to grasp its warmth.

I sprinkled them under the generous rain to grow

and bloom.

I traded my sweet memories for the  colours of a butterfly’s wings

to paint them with hope and love.

Then I entrusted them with the wind

to  whisper them  into the ear of  people

seeking for a wish in the pocket of life.

A wish to seal  the wounded walls of their cracked souls.

Written by arabian roses

May peace be upon you our beloved Mohammad

 

 

Because you are…

Matchless purity

Don’t forget to….

Have a lovely time at work =)

The gift of life

Be a grateful person even to you cat that makes you smile =)

GoOd moOorning world =)

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Don’t forget to kiss your mother ‘s forehead too =)

Yep ,life is crazy but always keep positive =)

Without Allah,I’m nothing

 

GoOd morning hope,love,and peace =)

 

gOod night lovely earth,gracious stars,loving sky,and sleepy night =)

Hello Kansas مرحبا كانزس

يمكن ان تلتمس العناصر الرائعة لعالمنا في كل مكان وهي لاترى  باكتشاف الغابات اوعبور الانهارفحسب , بل هي تدرك بحق انى لاتبصر العيون و انى يتخطى العقل .ان الفضاءات المفتوحة  والشاسعة للعالم تحمل بين طياتها الكثير من العجائب في الفضاء البسيط  الذي تحتله  فقط.نجد هنا في عالم الحقول رحابة العالم الشاسع,نافذة على القلب و العقل .لايعد الحقل شيئا مميزا للبعض فهو ليس الا مساحة ممتدة من ارض تستعمل للزراعة اوللماشية.بينما يمكن ان يجد هؤلاء الذين يهتمون بالوقوف على اطرافه و النظر عبر البحر الشاسع من القمح و الحب شيئا مختلفا : حقيقة بسيطة تختبئ بداخلنا.نستطيع ان نصنع المعجزات للانسانية في رحابة القلب,فنصبح رحيمين. نتعلم ونشعر و ننمو. نشهد الحقيقة . نكبر و نحن نغذي هذا الانفتاح  . و ننمو  كما ينمو القمح متعاليا باتجاه الشمس عندما ندفئ و نروى.  يستطيع الجميع ان يشهد هذه الفضيلة اذا ما اختاروا ذلك .فتح القلب هو فتح بيت ةهو فتح الذراعين لتسمح للحب ان يشع على كل المخلوقات .   علينا ان نبقي القلب شاسعا كالحقول الكبيرة في هذه الحياة لاننا بذلك نكتسب القدرة على الرؤية في كل الاتجاهات.فيمكن ان ننتقل مع الرياح الاربعة وضم كل المخلوقات.تدعونا عوالم الحقول الى مجالها الفسيح .اعمل على ان تاتي الى هنا و ان تستمتع بذلك   .المصدر      :    عالم المعرفة

Hello Kansas

The wonderful elements of our natural world can be witnessed everywhere. These are not only seen when exploring forests or navigating rivers, but are truly realized where the eyes generally don’t look and where the mind skips over. The great open spaces of the world hold many wonders, in just the simple space that they occupy. Here in the sphere of fields, we find the vast openness of the world; a window into the heartmind.

An open field for some is nothing special, just a long stretch of land used for farming or livestock. Those who care to stand on its margins and look across this vast sea of wheat and grain may find something different; a simple truth that hides within us all.

In the openness of the heart we can work wonders for humanity. We become compassionate, we learn, we feel and we grow; we witness truth. We grow as we nurture this openness, just as the wheat grows tall toward the sun, so do each of us when properly warmed and watered. All can witness this pleasant virtue if he so chooses. To open the heart is to open a home, to open the arms; to let love shine on all creation.

I once journeyed across the Great Plains, from the Gulf south up into the Black Hills of South Dakota. Along the way I crossed through Kansas. As I crossed the southern border, the gentle slopes of Oklahoma started to fall behind me and the flat, open plain of Kansas began to come into focus. The sun was near to set and the panoramic view I now witnessed was mesmerizing. I was compelled to stop and take it all in.

I parked my car aside a stretch of old country highway. I stepped onto the roof of my vehicle to get a better perspective. I could see for what seemed like miles in every direction. The sun cast a blueish pink hue over the open fields as the wheat tops gently waved with the breeze. The air was crisp and I was attuned to the majesty of the moment. I felt as though I was in the throes of God, witnessing a space of pure acceptance and love. I thought that this had to be the place where spirits come to play; to run free and grace the Earth with pure harmony. 

In life, we must keep the heart as wide open as these great fields are. Doing this we gain the ability to see in all directions. We can move with the four winds and we embrace all creation. The sphere of fields invites all to its open space. Take care to travel here, and enjoy it.

Written by knowthesphere.

Translated by arabian roses.

What is happiness?

“Happiness consists not in having much, but in being content with little.”

A promise of new life

“The sphere of rebirth is a gift to us. It is a promise of new life tomorrow. No matter our beliefs, the rhythm of nature is alive and well in both the physical world and in the spiritual realm. We should recognize and smile at them as they surely smile upon us.”

by knowthesphere

 

Dear my father

I kiss your chapped hands that smoothed the  path  of uneven  life.

I hide your blessing prayers between my  ribs

to make me glow within like a firefly when lost in a dark night.

Your  teach me

to honor man .

From your courage,

I Learned that   a man

is a token of strength.

from your gentle fears,

I learnt that a man

is a fount of   love.

I  bow in respect to you, father.

And I  kneel down on my knees

to thank Allah for blessing me

with such a priceless gift

the gift of being a daughter

of an  amazing father.

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alone

Free

Every day in the life of a true muslim is Eid =)

I loooooove you my Allah

What you hate

I love you …

The Boundary الخط الفاصل

“هناك اشياء معروفة و اشياء مجهولة و بينهما ابواب الادراك”    Aldous Huxley

لدينا العديد من الحدود في الحياة وهي تحيط  بنا حتى و لم نكن نعي وجودها.يمكن للحدود ان تكون جسدية او عقلية  او روحانية او ثقافية .علينا ان نحرص على تبين  و احترام هذه االحدود  كما عليناايضا ان نعرف  ان عالم الحدود يمكن فهمه و عبوره  اذا ما تناغم مع القلب .كلنا عرفنا ذلك المتحدث الذي يدنو منك  كثيرا عند التحدث  في وقت من الاوقات. لهؤلاء الاشخاص ادراكا ضئيلا لحيزنا الشخصي  فنجد انفسنا  نتقهقر لنجد مساحة و لنعود الى منطقة الراحة الخاصة بنا. يخنلف فهم كل شخص للحيز الشخصي كثيرا . لايمانع البعض من الاقتراب الزائد عند الحديث في حين يخجل البعض من ذلك وهذه هي الحدود الجسدية للناس . في العديد من البلدان بالتحديد الشرق الاوسط والشرق الادنى و الشرق الاقصى تعد رؤية الرجال الذين  يمشون في الطريق و هم  ممسكون بايادي بعضهم مشهداعاديا.ولكن يمكن ان ينظر اليه كدليل على المثلية  الجنسية في المجتمعات الغربية في  حين انه في الحقيقة  ليس الا  مظهرا من الصداقة و الوفاء .هذا حد ثقافي لا يفهمه معظم  الغرباء . نحن مقيدون بفهمنا للمفاهيم الاجنبية في اللغة . فعبارة واحدة ملفوظة او مكتوبة  باللغة الانقليزية  يمكن ان تؤدي الى معنىا مختلفا كليا في كثير من اللغات الاخرى و حتى انها لا يمكن ان تكون مفهومة. فقد ياخذ البعض مديحا بسيطا في لغة ما على انه اساءة في لغة اخرى. علينا ان نخطو برفق في عالم الحدود لكي لا نسيئ للبعض. كما نختلف في  تفسيرنا للدين و الفلسفة فيمكن ان يكون الكلام عن معتقدنا اساءة لشخص في حين يكون منيرا للبصيرة لاخر. و يعتمد ذلك على المعتقد و تجربة الشخص الفريدة . توجد عوالم الحدود العقلية و الروحانية جنبا الى جنب الا انها تعبر من قبل القليلين في حين يقف الاخرون  على الحافة. امش بلطف على امتداد  حدود الوجود فهي قد وجدت لتميز و تحترم .كما وجدت ايضا لكي تكسر بادراك قداستها. يمكن ان نقوم بذلك بقلب العقل .علينا ان نشهد انها هناك و انه يمكن عبور هذه الحدود بسلام  من خلاال الاحترام  و الشفقة     . المصدر عالم المعرفة  

“There are things known and things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.” ~Aldous Huxley

In life, we have many boundaries. These are all around us even though we may not be aware of them. Boundaries can be physical, mental, spiritual and cultural. We must take care to recognize and respect these boundaries, and we must also know that the sphere of boundaries can be crossed and understood if one attunes the heart.

We all have known a “close talker” at one time or another. These individuals have little sense of one’s personal space. We find ourselves backing up to get room; to get back into our comfort zone. Everyone’s sense of personal space varies considerably. Some don’t mind the close talk, while others shy away from it. These are human’s physical boundaries.

In many countries, particularly in the middle, near and far east, it is a common sight to see men walking down the street holding hands. In western society, this can be taken as a sign of homosexuality, but it is in fact, nothing more than a show of friendship and loyalty. This is a cultural boundary that most outsiders do not understand.

In language, we are limited by our understanding of foreign concepts. One phrase spoken or written in English can impart an entirely different meaning in many other languages, or it may not even be comprehendible. Some can take a simple complement in one language to be an insult in another. We must tread lightly within the sphere of boundaries as to not offend others.

We all interpret religion and philosophy differently as well. A statement about one’s faith can be taken very offensively for one person, while another may see it as insightful. This all depends on the faith and the person’s unique experience. The mental and spiritual boundary spheres exist in tandem. They can be crossed by some, whereas others stand on the margin.

Walk softly along the boundaries of existence. These exist to be recognized and respected. These can also be broken by realizing the sacredness of them. We can do this with the heartmind. We must witness that they are there, and that through respect and compassion, boundaries can be crossed peacefully.

Writer: http://knowthesphere.wordpress.com/

translated by arabian roses

صباح الخير يا مسلمين =)

Sometimes

I asked…

Sweet morning lovely world =)

 

I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet. -Anonymous

 

 

He’s a thief

He steals  the sea’s  pearls, and the earth’s gold bangles  and  leaves  them   flowers instead . He told me that people kill to grow  gold, but they won’t kill  each other to grow flowers.

He steals  the river’s joyful ripple to heal the  rusty souls.He told me that nothing could rival a song sung by a river infatuated  with life.

He steals all evil thoughts and  cast on them love spells. He told me ,only  magic can wipe them out,the magic of  human touch.

He steals mountain’s highness .He told me it will teach man to never yield.

Written by arabian roses

A restless thunder

The thunder was groaning.

He had bad dreams,

The  gracious sun whispered gently to the summer breeze.

But his groan became appalling.

He’s summoning the wind and the rain,

The clouds yawned.

His beloved’s sighs, kept him restless.

the sun lowered her head graciously,

The earth ‘s pretty face went red , She said.

She soaked a lot of blood last night.

My locks were smoothering  when touching their  flaming  souls,

Added the summer breeze,

Trees were falling apart under their heavy angry foosteps too.

The earth looked up at the sky

and saw a tear in her eyes

the rain was weeping.

And unveiling the beatiful face of earth

Flowers shook their heads and ashen ghosts run away.

From above the thunder  was waiting impatiently

to see his  earth  ‘s beautiful locks glowing under the sun  again.

Written by arabian roses

I’m in love

I’m in love with the wind  that never gets tired of  carrying  my paper  boats .

I’m in love with the moon that sprinkles light in dark paths.

I’m in love with the rain that plays for me music of life when  I feel down.

I’m in love with wild butterflies .They’re angels in disguise.

I’m in love with rainbow that draws  hope everywhere.

I’m in love with my diary that keeps my secrets.

I’m in love in love that makes our tears more precious than diamonds.

Written by arabian roses.

Your smiling is your charity

Prophet Muhammad “Your smiling in your brother’s face is charity; and your exhorting man to virtuous deeds is charity; and your prohibiting the forbidden is charity; and your showing men the road, in the land in which they lose it, is charity; and your assisting the blind is charity.”

Smile world =)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)

Good love morning world =)

Sweet dreams world =)

Muster your courage and tell the world you’re in love, because once you sing that song you will hear it everywhere, the world is just waiting for someone to beat the drum for the song of love.

arabian roses

Make a choice

With the heart …

If only people could look upon others with the heart, perhaps then they’ll see that God is love.

By Jeremiah (author of knowthesphere)

 

Never ever be ashamed of being human

Joshua Evans

Sleep tight lovely world =)

Music box

I took my colored pencils to draw you but their colors melted away under the warmth of your heart.

When a treasure chest for your love poems I made the sea , his heavenly waves shunned him.

I hunt  all bird songs to make for you a music box  but their songs were tuneless  being bewitched with the charm of your voice.

Rainbow was praying for rain to rekindle his fading colors.

The seven seas  wolfed my love letter in bottle I wrote you  to soothe  the envious waves.

Jealous  sea can wash away your name from his sandy forehead.

From your drawings, rainbow can steal colors.

But the warm hymn you whisper to  world’s heart  is invincible , because it’s a hymn of a man of honor.

Written by arabian roses

Good people will…

I will gladly write for you special poems to your beloved ones…for $ happy face =)

I will write for you poems to your mother,your father ,your sister ,your bother,your grand parents, or your teacher .I want to do that because people feel so happy when they receive as a gift a poem that is specially written for them.

Wearing hijab is my most beautiful gift from Allah

Hijab  is  muslimah’s crown. But for decades woman in Tunisia has been discrowned. ”The jewel of the sea, the pearl, has been given a very tough and rugged Hijab – oyster shell. It protects it from sea animals and keeps it sparkling and shining inside. Our body is sacred. You’re far more precious than diamonds and pearls, and you should be covered too.”  But to not be denied   her right to education , work ,and freedom ,Tunisian woman was forced  to give in her crown, her hijab.  Some women were even arrested and  forced to sign a commitment to not wear hijab.

I still remember when at university , that man with ashen face standing at the gate of university ,a cardboard  box in his hand ,urging every girl wearing hijab to remove it and put it  there.

Wearing hijab  was a dream that  Tunisian woman was yearning to be a truth. She proved to be a person full of potentials.She handled many responsibilities as a doctor,teacher,pilot, and journalist .She is a devoting mother, loving wife and inspiring woman, and she wanted to be Allah ‘s loyal servant too.She did everything in her way to gain back her crown  ,the crown that Allah entrusted her with, in the hope that one day she can be that queen she is born to be .Some wore wigs .Others pretend to have flu but the weather-beaten cardboard box was always  there.

 

I was a coward , I didn’t dare to wear Hijab,because some humiliations were  beyond endurence for a woman.The only time I wear hijab was when praying.Actually it was the case of most Tunisian women.I used to take my mother’s head scarves,  stand  in front of my mirror and try them.I was dying to wear it.Muslimah is incomplete without her crown.

 

Now after  the 17 th December  revolution , Tunisian woman restored her religious freedom.Wearing Hijab is not a far-fetched  reality anymore .Set free by the wind of revolution ,I started wearing hijab.   I remember that day as if  it was yesterday.I was in my room reciting Quoran .I stopped for a moment wondering; what’s the point of reciting Quran if I’m still uncovering my hair. I kissed the book  then put it  aside gently .I went to talk to my mother who was in the dinning room knitting .I told her that I took my decision to wear hijab.She was so happy to hear that .She reminded me that I should never take it off  once I wore it.It’s sacred.

The next day I went shopping .I bought  new wonderful head scarves .I was happy when I went to work wearing my hijab.I was on the nine cloud .I still need to work on myself to be a good muslimah  .I have many flaws ;stupid ones, and wearing hijab was a good start

 .

 

Thanks for those brave men and courageous women who made my dream and the dream of many Tunisian women to wear hijab become a sweet reality.

 

 

A gift to all muslim ,Christian mothers ,to all mothers wherever they are ,whoever they are.

 

 

Allah ,the greatest

LET THEM GO…

It might hurt to lose people,but maybe they just weren’t supposed to stay.

Don’t forget to tell your friend he’s /she’s the most beautiful god-given gift

 

Story of a raven written by dev!l

I slowly lifted myself from the sack of hay. It was morning and as I looked around nothing seemed familiar, everything was vague. Where am I? What am I doing here? What happened to my army? Questions popped into my head all of a sudden after seeing nothing but lush green fields all around me completely surrounded by mountains. The last thing I remembered was the scene of me fighting an enemy soldier when my foot slipped and I fell into the river. I took another glance at my surroundings. It was for the first time that I was looking at nature so closely and leisurely. After such a long time I felt the wind blow against my skin. The fields looked so peaceful, the trees bore fruits.

“Hello stranger, finally you woke up.” I looked around and saw a man standing behind me, it was also for the first time in my life that someone had came up behind me without me noticing.

My addresser was a simple village peasant but his face showed no signs of worries or sadness. He seemed happy. “Hi” I finally muttered, staring at him.

“I found you unconscious by the bank of the river so I brought you here and dressed your wounds. By your suit you seem like an army man to me.” He said to me cheerfully.

“Oh yea, I am. I am a Raven in his majestic army” I replied and expected the villager to back away in fear, it was a common response to our battalion for we were the most brutal and skilled warriors in all the land. Children from all over the kingdom were selected at their birth by mages and then trained in only one art, “The art to kill” but the villager just smiled back and said, “Well you are not far from your camp, you can take the road to the north east and you will reach it in half a day. You are most welcome to stay with us if you want till you regain your health and will to fight again.”

I was baffled by this simpleton; did he not know who he was talking to? Did he not know that I was an assassin? That the only purpose of my life was to serve the king? That my only emotion was hatred? His generosity impressed me. It was the first time that someone had not been scared of me and was still talking to me for more then 5 minutes. I slowly stretched my lips and gave him what of a smile I could manage. “Thank you, stranger.”

“For?”

“For saving me and being kind to me.” I replied and stared into his love filled eyes.

“It’s called humanity, I am sure you would have done the same for me.” He smiled back at me.

I just shook my head while taking another glance at the peaceful land around me. The panorama was magnificent. The cattle grazed and the farmers worked as if they didn’t care what was happening all around them. All they cared for was their farms, they were not afraid neither of a cold blooded assassin like me nor of the war happening a few hundred meters from them. “Are you not afraid?” I finally asked the question which confused me.

“Of?” he said as he gave a bottle of water to me.

“Of me, of the war, of your future.” I took a small sip from the bottle and handed it back to the farmer.

“Death will come when it has to, you are only a human. So am I. I only fear the one who created you, who created all of this beautiful and bountiful land. I only fear God. And even if you kill me right now I would gladly accept my death for I know that God will give me paradise as He promised me.”

I don’t know why but his words had an effect on me. Small drops of water came to my eyes. I touched my eye with my index finger and collected some of them on my finger. I was staring at them in amazement when he spoke again.

“You don’t believe in God, do you?”

“No, I was taught only to kill, hate and obey. I am in shorter words the perfect assassin and the perfect soldier. I only live to kill; it’s too late to believe in him now.” I spoke as tears wet my face.

“It’s never too late; if you regret what you have done then surely He will forgive you.”

“But I have killed the innocent, I have never prayed.”

“So what? You protect the innocents too and He is the most merciful.”

I just smiled at him again. Mercy, another word, whose meaning always eluded me. He somehow sensed my dilemma and slowly spoke again. “It’s a long walk to your camp, Raven. You will have ample time to think about what I have said.”

I nodded and slowly started walking in the direction he showed to me. He was right in that walk I did think a lot and finally came to a conclusion. Unfortunately, just as I reached the camp the enemy ambushed the camp. And as I fought for my and the life of my comrades I kept thinking of ways to redeem myself of all the innocent blood I have shed. Of all the tears I have given to people. Just as I raised my sword to kill another one who was trying to enslave my people an arrow came and pierced my arm. My opponent snatched the sword from my hand and slit my throat. Everything became black. Far away at a distance I saw a light, a man was standing there. “Come into the light, son.” He spoke in a soft loving voice. It was the second time someone spoke so lovingly to me. I slowly made my way towards the light. As I got nearer to the light a beautiful place started to dawn itself on me. It was more beautiful then anything I have ever seen, “What a beautiful sight” I exclaimed. I wished I could stay in that moment forever. And somehow, somewhere, someone heard me and granted me that wish.

“Welcome to your new home, son. Your sorrow was enough to grant you an eternal place in paradise. Enjoy and be merry.” A voice spoke to me. I just let out a smile and felt the cool, calming and happy breeze blow my hair.

 

for  more captivating stories visit http://albusclosethedoor.wordpress.com/2008/02/12/story-of-a-raven/

in the end

Different flowers look gorgeous when put together,so do human beings

A mooody post

Lyrics

Tomorrow comes another day; happy with us, to give us joy.
Plant life with expectations, love and hope wherever we go.
Tomorrow, days will bring us together in goodness and peace.
Oh, World! Together, together , together we’ll colour the universe with our songs.
Who says we can’t change the face of the world today?
What do you say we erase darkness with the colours of the morning.
Believe! At all the crossroads, the roads will smile for us;
And no one, no one, will pass like a cloud in this life.
Whenever a morning gifts us with a rose, sun and a song;
Whenever an eagle finds us at the tops of mountains;
Dreams talking to us, a laughter calling for us.
Oh, World! Together, together, together we’ll change the universe with our wishes.
Who says we can’t be the weapon for Conscience?
To protect the lair of freedom, and guard its door?
Believe! At all the crossroads, the roads will smile for us;
And no one, no one, will pass like a cloud in this life.

Who says we can’t change the face of the world today?
What do you say we erase darkness with the colours of the morning.
Believe! At all the crossroads, the roads will smile for us;
And no one, no one, will pass like a cloud in this life
Ref. We are the voice of goodness; we are the sun of the days.
We are a new day; we are a banner for peace.
We are the flute of love and the soul of music.
We are a thousand and one nights from the East of dreams.
Tomorrow, the wings of love await us.
Tomorrow will be better with us together.
Open the doors for light, the night of sorrow will fade.
Ref. We are the voice of goodness; we are the sun of the days.
We are a new day; we are a banner for peace.
We are the flute of love and the soul of music.
We are a thousand and one nights from the East of dreams.
Ref. We are the voice of goodness; we are the sun of the days.
We are a new day; we are a banner for peace.
We are the flute of love and the soul of music.

We are a thousand and one nights from the East of dreams.
Tomorrow, the wings of love await us.
Tomorrow will be better with us together.
Open the doors for light, the night of sorrow will fade.

저 달빛 아래 너와 나　　이토록 가까운데
在那明月下 我和你 隔离是多麼近
Under that bright moon, you and I, are separated by so little
손에 닿을 듯 　눈에 보일 듯 　더 아련한데
像要接触到你时 你的目光回转 那朦胧的回忆
When I almost touch you, your gaze turns towards that hazy memory
나 얼마나 더 살아야　　 널 다시 불러볼까
如能活下去 可以不可以再次呼唤你
If I live on, can I call on you again?
목이 메일 듯 　숨이 멎을 듯　 널 불러본다
难以发出声音 呼吸快要停止 尝试去呼唤你
It’s hard to make a sound, my breathing will stop, I continue trying to call to you

널 안고 바람이 불어온다　　 내 마음 씻어간다
你像被风抱拥般来 心像暮色般消失
It’s as if the wind has carried you here, fleeting like the twilight
어린 날에 꾸었던 소녀의 꿈처럼 따듯한

像年幼时梦见 像少女的梦似的 温暖的风
Like a dream of childhood, like a young girl’s dream, this warm wind
널 안고 달려간다　 하늘 끝까지 간다
你自信的挺胸昂首的走到世界尽头
Confidently, you lift your head to walk to the ends of the world.

이미 지나가버린 어린 날 꿈처럼 아득한
像已过去 年幼的梦一般 相隔在远方
It’s already passed by, this youthful dream, and we are far from one another
또 기다림이 머물러 　기나긴 밤을 새워
那不再等待的决心 使你彻夜不眠
The decision to stop waiting, keeps you awake at nights
너를 그리다　 너를 그리다 　또 짙은 어둠

In the dark of night, you continue to paint

널 안고 바람이 불어온다　 내 마음 씻어간다
你像被风抱拥般来 心像暮色般消失
It’s as if the wind has carried you here, fleeting like the twilight
어린 날에 꾸었던 소녀의 꿈처럼　따듯한
像年幼时梦见 像少女的梦似的 温暖的风
Like a dream of childhood, like a young girl’s dream, this warm wind
널 안고 달려간다 　하늘 끝까지 간다
你自信的挺胸昂首的走到世界尽头
Confidently, you lift your head to walk to the ends of the world

이미 지나가버린 어린 날 꿈처럼 아득한

像已过去 年幼的梦一般 相隔在远方
It’s already passed by, this youthful dream, and we are far from one another
언제나 처럼 또 올 것처럼 넌 그렇게 살다가
像往常一样的 探访你像风那样的生活
Life goes on as usual, seeking for you when you live like the wind
내 맘처럼 　저 바람처럼
我的心 像那个风似的
My heart, is like that wind

넌 그대로 와　　 난 너에게 가　　 너를 안아
你身边只有我 我身边只有你 想以这个方法来拥抱
I am the only one at your side, you are the only one at mine, I wanted to use this to embrace you
바람이 불어온다 내 마음 씻어간다

心像风吹过那样被不留痕地冲洗
My heart is being gently cleansed by the passing wind
푸른 언덕 위에서 세상을 비추는 빛으로
你在那个蓝色的山上 发出照亮世界的光
On that blue mountain, you shine to illuminate the world
널 안고 달려간다 　하늘 끝까지 간다
你自信的挺胸昂首的走到世界尽头
Confidently, you lift your head to walk to the ends of the world

깊은 어둠 속에서 내 맘을 비추는 소리로
在深夜中 照亮我的心斐
In the dark night, shine on my fluttering heart
나　나라라라 　나나　라라라
나나　라라라　　나　라라라 　나나나
Na nararara… etc, you get the point.

달파란 하늘 아래 　네 이름 불러본다
在晈洁的明月下 呼唤你的名字

Under the limpid moonlight, I call out your name
어딜가나 주었던 그 따뜻함으로 가득한
不论走到哪里 都感到风中充满对你的思念
Wherever you go, remember to feel the wind’s longing.

source( seveness)

happy reading 🙂

“Mohamed ” a poem by Mahmoud Darwish

 

Mahmoud Darwish (Arabic: محمود درويش‎) (13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008) was a Palestinian poet and author who won numerous awards for his literary output and was regarded as the Palestinian national poet.In his work, Palestine became a metaphor for the loss of Eden, birth and resurrection, and the anguish of dispossession and exile.

         

 

            Mohamed,
nestles in the bosom of his father, a bird afraid
of the infernal sky: father protect me
from the upward flight! My wing is
slight for the wind … and the light is black

Mohamed,
wants to return home, with no
bicycle … or new shirt
yearns for the school bench …
the notebook of grammar and conjugation, take me
to our home, father, to prepare for my lessons
to continue being, little by little …
on the seashore, under the palms …
and nothing further, nothing further

Mohamed,
faces an army, with no stone or shrapnel
of stars, does not notice the wall to write: my freedom
will not die, for he has no freedom yet
to defend. No perspective for the dove of Pablo
Picasso. He continues to be born, continues
to be born in a name bearing him the curse of the name. How
many times will his self give birth to a child
with no home … with no time for childhood?
Where will he dream if the dream would come …
and land is a wound … and a temple?

Mohamed,
sees his inescapable death approaching. But then
remembers, a leopard he has seen on the tv screen,
a fierce one besieging a suckling fawn. When it
came near and smelt the milk, it would not pounce.
As if the milk tames the wild beast.
Hence, I will survive – says the boy –
and weeps: for my life is there hidden
in my mother’s chest. I will survive … and witness

Mohamed,
a destitute angel, within a stone’s throw from
the gun of his cold blooded hunter. For
an hour the camera traces the movements of the boy
who is merging with his shadow:
his face, clear, like dawn
his heart, clear, like an apple
his ten fingers, clear, like candles
the dew clear on his trousers …
His hunter could have reflected
twice, and say: I will spare him till when he spells
his Palestine without mistakes …
I will spare him now subject to my conscience
and kill him the day he rebels!

Mohamed,
an infant Jesus, sleeps and dreams in
the heart of an icon
made of copper
an olive branch
and the soul of a people renewed

Mohamed,
blood beyond the need of the prophets
for what they seek, so ascend
to the Ultimate Tree
Mohamed !

(October 2000)

(*) Translation of 20/11/2000. All rights reserved.

Why do women cry?

Why Do Women Cry
“Why are you crying?”, a young boy asked his Mom.

“Because I’m a woman,” she told him. “I don’t understand,” he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will, but that’s O.K.”… Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?”. “All women cry for no reason,” was all his Dad could say… The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him, he asked “God, why do women cry so easily?”

GOD answered…

When I made woman, I decided she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet, made her arms gentle enough to give comfort…I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times will come even from her own children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going and take care of her family and friends, even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue without complaining…I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly…

She has the very special power to make a child’s boo-boo feel better and to quell a teenager’s anxieties and fears…I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart…I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

For all of this hard work, I also gave her a tear to shed. It is hers to use whenever needed and it is her only weakness.

When you see her cry, tell her how much you love her, and all she does for everyone, and even though she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good.

The answer will always be ….

When the sun goes down…

Dog Tale written by dev!l

He was just another stray dog, never knew where he belonged or where he came from. All he ever sought all his life was a home, someone to love him and care for him and he thought he found it in her. She was unlike any human he had ever seen before in his life. He followed her home just because he saw what he wished. At first she like every other girl was delighted with the knowledge of a lost puppy following her home. She took care of him, fed him and gave him somewhat of a shelter in a broken wooden box. But he didn’t mind, he was finally somewhere he belonged. Someone for once wanted him in life.

As time flew by, the new puppy which was a delight slowly started to become a burden. The smile she used to have when she fed him slowly vanished. Clearly she was had started to feel jaded but she was to reluctant to admit it. Their play time soon vanished and was replaced with random practical jokes she played on him but he still didn’t care. For he knew the person who took him in was still in her somewhere. With time her jokes started to get crueler and her attention slowly shifted into her own life.

As time flew by, the new puppy which was a delight slowly started to become a burden. The smile she used to have when she fed him slowly vanished. Clearly she was had started to feel jaded but she was to reluctant to admit it. Their play time soon vanished and was replaced with random practical jokes she played on him but he still didn’t care. For he knew the person who took him in was still in her somewhere. With time her jokes started to get crueler and her attention slowly shifted into her own life.

It had been years since she had actually sat next to him, patted him or hugged him. He still sat in the remains of what seemed to be the ruins of once a wooden box, more shattered than before he still didn’t care. He still wanted to remain by her side and protect her. As he stared at her, his left paw ached again. He stared at the scar of one of her practical jokes and howled in pain as it still hadn’t healed.

“Stupid dog, would you just shut up! Mum was right, should had gotten a parrot or something.”

He put her head under his paws and silently whined. Perhaps it was time for him to search for a new home or just go wandering in the streets like his childhood… He tried getting up but something was pressing him down. It was then he understood that she wasn’t someone he wanted… she had become someone he needed, she had become his obsession and now that obsession had taken over his body. He no longer was the master of his own will.

It was just another sunny day when it happened… He was out on his daily allowed walks when a car ran him over. The pain was unbearable, he knew his time had come but he didn’t want to die just yet. He wanted to see her once before he died. He tried getting up but couldn’t, the world around him slowly grew darker.

“It’s very difficult that he would survive, I would suggest that you make it easy on him and allow us to kill him.”

“Sure, go ahead. I won’t have to clean up the mess would I?”

“No, no… You’re going?”

“Yea, why?”

“Well most owners stay for the final moments…”

“Yea I would like to but I have a job that I have to attend to. I’ll pay the receptionist on the way out, don’t worry doctor.”

He slowly opened his eyes for the last time as he heard her voice but it was too late, she had gone. As the doctor stood over him with an injection of poison, he stared at the door thinking that she might come back… His world slowly grew darker once again, he looked up at his killer and in his eyes he saw something he had missed for years… There was compassion and sympathy in the vet’s eyes. He slowly howled for the last time and closed his eyes forever.

This beautiful piece was written by dev!l

http://albusclosethedoor.wordpress.com/2012/03/11/dog-tale/

Don’t forget to smile !

Don’t forget to have good time lovely bloggers =)

The best day of yourself

Happy spring wordpress !

Next life …

Even if the sad fate’s shadow covers me

I can’t get rid of myself who loved you

The person whom I feel like I can catch if I close both of my eyes

The person whom I can feel even if I can’t see

The relationship that we established while  alive

Can I have it even after death?

My lingering feeling that loved you

My dreams to start over

I don’t even have heart to feel more pain

In this life ,next life,even if I can meet you………………….

Give your mind a special treat !

1-If you knew today was your last day on Earth, how would you spend it and why?

2-If you were on death row, what would your last meal be?

3-If you had a snail that could magically grant wishes, what would you name it?

4-What nocturnal animal would you be if you had to choose and why?

5-Why are we asking each other these questions now?

6-Do they have the word “dictionary” in the dictionary?

7-If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?

8-What is the one thing you’d most like to change about the world?

9-Would you break the law to save a loved one?

10-If you had to move to a state or country besides the one you currently live in, where would you move and why?

11-How come the things that make you happy don’t make everyone happy?

12-What are you most grateful for?

13-If you were granted three wishes from an angel or genie what would you want?

14-What are the flowers that you believe describe your personality and how?

15-If you were any particular geometric shape what would it be?

16-Do you believe in the afterlife?

17-What is the one thing that you would want your children to learn about life?

18-If you were an activist what would want to protest against?

Do it differently

Don’t…….

Words that you MUST cross out!

 “I’ no good,I’m not good at anything , I can’t do it !”

 

Yes you can.What a man can you can .Nothing is unreachable  even a woman’s heart , and man’s history  is loaded with countless living examples on that  .

In the olden days ,our ancestors used to sit in their  rocky chairs  and watch the full moon  from a far , while sharing  stories about  its mysterious  beauty. Ancient  poets  too used to spin their  love poems ‘ lines from its silver light.But ,thanks to  man’s determination , belief in himself, and conviction that nothing can stand in his way to reach what he wants , the desolate shy moon and her chaperons as well are made to take off  their veils.

 

 

 “I can do it” is your “open sesame” magic words to get what you want  .Even if  people doubt your worth ,or underestimate your intelligence ,you have to turn that into an incentive rather than  a hindrance.Challenge is the motor that driving us towards success either challenging ourselves or other’s perceptions of us.

 

 

*write down the goals you want to achieve no matter how unreachable they look like  .Remember no one had ever dreamed of flying in the past,look now people go skydiving on weekends.What was a far reached dream ,becomes  a reality nowadays,and so does yours.

 

*Make a plan,and if  things go astray ,reshuffle  your cards .There are many options in life,and you have to pick out the suitable one to your goals.

 

*Work very hard to get what you want and never let tiredness and boredom overcome you .Rome wasn’t built in a  day.

And always sing your hymn “I can do it” from the beginning to the end.Don’t let life beat you and bear in mind that you have in you what can turn your losses into a  devastating victory :determination  .

 

 

Inspiring  Chinese quotes

 

“Great souls have wills; feeble ones have only wishes”

 

“Failure is not falling down but refusing to get up.”

 

“A people without faith in themselves cannot survive”

 

 

“It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.”

 

 

When you smile…

 Smile , for when night spreads his wings ,your smile becomes  the sunshine.

Smile, for when a heart breaks down,your smile becomes the bridge to the soul.

Smile , for when luck frowns, your smile becomes the ray of hope.

A  smile  is your  gift when you’ can’t afford bying him/her a gift

A smile is  the remedy that you recommend  without  perscription.

A smile is your wordless speech of kidness.

A smile is your  outward  message of love.