Have a blessed night wherever you are =)

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

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

Written by arabian roses

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 =)

 

Be your own hero!

Be your own hero !  You don’t have to  carve a hero from the bones of Napoleon or  Alexander the great and erect it in your heart to lead you  or to inspire you . Just set free the shy hero lurking  within you. Trust his directions ,the way they trusted theirs and if the road is obstructed , dig your way through the earth . Never  give up  when your fingers bleed ;bind your wounds and resume the fight  because you must learn how to conquer pain for you’re born free . Let your will subdue the pain . Time heals bruises but  not regrets  so  be intrepid and take the initiative . Seek inspiration in your soul not in theirs  so that  when you tame the lofty mountains  some day , history will  bow before your strength  not  that of Samson ,before your wisdom not that of  Hannibal . Remember you ‘re born to walk  by  the side of great men not behind them .

 Written by arabian roses

happy reading =)

 

 

 

A Frozen Wish

Embrace the  troubled waves

To comfort her worries

When her ungrateful ships forsook her

To conquer new home.

Soften  her pain when broken against rough rocks

Like a frozen wish broken along the lips of

An old woman

In  her lonely birthday.

Thank  the sea

Just as

  The  parched desert thanks the rain

For cooling   the flaming sun’s whispers

against your  soft skin.

Learn fidelity from the wave that  has never abandoned  her shores.

Bathe your soul in the salty ocean

To know how tears shed by a broken heart taste,

To never hurt a bewitched spirit by love.

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 take life from people ? If you do ,then who’s going to share with you winter ? Only human beings love dancing 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?

Written by arabian roses

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/

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.

Written by arabian roses

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 .

Written by arabian roses

 

 

 

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.

     

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

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

Lies, More lies and Damn lies اكاذيب, المزيد من الاكاذيب و الاكاذيب اللعينة

ان اخبار الحقيقة في زمن الخداع عمل ثوري”  جورج اروال” 

الحقيقة هي جائزة يرنو اليها الجميع . سواء  كان الشخص يسعى وراء الحقيقة عن الحياة او الروح او الموت او ببساطة يريد ان يخبر بها فالامر  سيان . لا يرغب احد في الاكاذيب.  لانتمنى ابدا ان يكذب علينا او نخدع .  و مع ذلك  نخدع من وقت لاخر رغم رغبتنا من الاخرين ان يكونوا صادقين  . ان عالم الحقيقة مكان معقد يمنح الحيرة  والتفكير  و الحدس          

لاصدقكم القول انا اشك ان هناك روحا  لم تكذب او لم تخف الحقيقة  او لم تتصرف باي شكل من اشكال الخداع  .هذه سمة انسانية لا يمكن انكارها و هي لاتمت باي صلة للروح .تكتم الروح الحقيقية للحظة عند عملية الخداع  بيد ان الضمير يشعر بالذنب عند ذ لك.

عموما نتعثر في هذا العالم لنحمي انفسنا ونحن اطفالا بيد اننا بالتاكيد نتعلم و نحن نكبر ان للخداع والمراوغة  مخاطرا.   يصبح البعض بارعا في الكذب و التلاعب اذا ما سارت الامور جيدا لصالحهم   .   في حين يتلق البعض الاخر صفعة من كارما  على وجوههم

لم يكن الكذب حصنا لي قط . فلم اكن بارعا  فيه  فكان  تقريبا دائما يرتد  علي على الفور . وبالرغم من ذلك, كان الشعور بالذنب لايطاق .  فهو يصيبني بالاشمئزاز حتى انه لا يمكن ان يغمض لي جفن ابدا مهما كان الوضع    

ذات مرة و عندما كان عمري في  الثالثة عشرة وقعت في مازق تمكنت انا و صديقي الخروج منه  عن طريق الكذب  . كل شيء كان هادئا لمدة اسبوع تقريبا و لكن خلال ذلك الوقت  ظللت قلقا.  بعد اسبوع و نصف تقريبا كشف السر ونزل العقاب كالسندان  .  لن انسى ابدا الصفعة التي تلقيتها من امي على وجهي لانني كنت انظر في عينيها و انا اكذب  .  مازلت اشعر بالالم  ليومنا هذا. حينها  و باختصار تعلمت درسي

لدينا الاكاذيب الكبيرة و الاكاذيب الصغيرة  و اكاذيب اللعينة . يقول الناس ان الاكاذيب البيضاء الصغيرة غير مؤذية .. هل هي كذلك ? ما الشيء الغير مؤذي في الخداع

? تذكر فقط ان شخصا ما سوف يخدع مهما كانت الكذبة و هو  سلوك مدمر

لاتخشى ان تعترف بخطاياك وتدرك اخطاءك . كن منارة للحقيقة  لجميع من حولك . فباماطة اللثام عن روحك و الاعتراف بافعالك تصبح جزءا لا يتجزا من عالم الحقيقة 

تذكر ان الشيء الرائع من قول الحقيقة هو انه ليس عليك ان تتذكر شيئا لان الحقيقة طبيعية  .  اعرف العالم

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

  Translated by arabian roses

“In a time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” ~George Orwell

Truth is a trophy that all seek. Whether one seeks “the truth” about life, spirit, death and afterlife or is simply wanting to be told the truth is very much the same. Nobody wishes for falsehood; never does one wish to be lied to or deceived. Yet, we all deceive from time to time despite our desire for others to be truthful. The sphere of truth is a complex place, one that imparts confusion, thought and intuition.

To be honest, I highly doubt that a soul has lived who hasn’t either told a lie, hidden the truth or acted in some form of deceit. This is an undeniable human characteristic that knows nothing of spirit. In the action of deception, the true soul is muffled for a moment, though the conscience feels the guilt of the action.

We all stumble into this sphere generally when we are protecting ourselves as children, though as we grow we certainly learn the perils of deception and prevarication. Some become very “good” at lying and manipulation if it works in their favor. Others have the hand of karma instantly slap them in the face.

Lying has never been my forte. I was never good at it, and it almost always seemed to instantly backfire on me. Despite this, the feeling of guilt afterward was often too much to bear. This feeling would make me sick to my stomach, and I could never sleep no matter the situation.

After getting into a sticky situation once at the age of 13, a friend and I managed to lie our way out of it. All was clear for about a week, but during the time I remained very uneasy. About a week and a half later the cat was out of the bag and the punishment came down like an anvil. I’ll never forget the slap across the face by my mother for looking her in the eye and lying to her. I can still feel the sting to this day. Needless to say I learned my lesson then and there.

We have big lies, little lies and damn lies. But we also have the white lies. People say little white lies are harmless.. Are they? What is harmless about deception? Just remember no matter the lie, someone is getting deceived and this is a destructive behavior.

Travel the sphere of truth. Do not be afraid to admit your wrongs and recognize your faults. Be a beacon of truth to all those around you. In baring your soul and owning your actions, you become whole and one with the sphere of truth.

Keep in mind, the great thing about telling the truth is that you don’t have to remember anything; truth is natural.

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

Salaam lovely lovely lovely universe :)

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

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

 

 

 

 

 

Lovely quotes for you and me too ;)

Simplicity is happiness

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 =)

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 🙂

 

 Written by arabian roses

                      

 

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.

Written by arabian roses

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.

 

Written by arabian roses

 

Woman’s curse

Abortion is like turning down Allah’s gift .This is what children are ; they’re a holy gift. Some appreciate it , embrace it, and tend it like a rose till it blooms .Others discard it mercilessly. In a single moment of weakness, selfishness and loneliness, woman can make the worst mistake in her entire life, and the most hideous crime on earth ; dousing the flame of the life of her own child.

remember that parenting is a blessing.  It can be a far-reaching dream for some, while it’s standing at your life door .So instead of strangling the fount of life in you, celebrate it,nurture that seed of life , hope and unconditional love within you.

Children are special gift  that  gets more precious and precious day in , day out . They’re full of  endless surprises, joyous ones. That kid will grow to become a decent  man or woman to protect you against time’s broken promises, and  to sooth your old age. Even if birds  migrate , they always come back to their old home, a home the floor of which is yearning to feel the touch of your kid ‘s toes .

Remember that you’re  not only going to rob  your child of his or her right to try a capricious but beautiful life, of his right  to know what love and joy is , and of his right  to harvest victory after failure ,but you’re also going to  deny yourself  the chance to experience a sublime feeling ;being a mother who  rejoices in seeing  that flower blooms as she or he is  feeding on your  soil  no matter how exhausted you feel or ugly you look.

Also, to  Legitimate  abortion  teaches people that they can get away with their misdeeds. Outcomes cannot be eliminated all the time ,sometimes we have to live with  them.The latter can be beyond endurance that they  will cost one’s life, but they’re the fruit of your choice and you have to pick up them  even  rotten fruits .For instance ,in Muslim society pre-marital sex is forbidden and a woman ‘s pregnancy  out of marriage will cost her  -after delivering her child -her life . A passing desire flamed by liquor or drug will cost lives or honor and termination of pregnancy will add salt to  injury.

Written by arabian roses

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.

Written by arabian roses

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.

Written by arabian roses

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.

Written by arabian roses

Have a lovely night lovely universe

Have a lovely night ,have a lovely day ;)

“No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance.”

 

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.

Written by arabian roses

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…

 

Written by  soumyav

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.

Written by arabian roses

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.

 

Written by arabian roses

The Sea Kiss

Run,run

Let your toes  tease  the sleepy sand

And unveil  hidden  beautiful secrets of you  .

Don’t be afraid to stumble

The soft wind  will be there

To catch you,

And if you fall

Let the  tender sea kiss away  the pain .

Embrace  the  shy sun

If she  casts  upon you

her golden spell,

Don’t be afraid of it ,

Mysterious winter  can break it.

 

Written by arabian roses

 

 

 

 

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.

 

Written by arabian roses

 

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 .

Written by arabian roses

gOod morning tender hearts ,goOd morning affectionate souls,

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.

Written by arabian roses

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?

Written by arabian roses

I want to be with you

 

 

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 .

Written by arabian roses

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

Matchless purity

What you hate

Sweet morning lovely world =)

 

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

 

 

Good night lovely world =)

If you want to make a girl ‘s heart your eternal home

Tell her she  has beautiful soul

Give her tender forehead kisses

And send her goOd night messages

Daisy flowers are sleeping

Butterflies are dreaming

The moon is wispering to naughty stars  “shshhhhhhh”.

It’s time to sleep .         

Close your eyes and sweet dreams

It’s time to sleep .

Close your eyes and sweet dreams.

 

Written by arabian roses

 

GoOd night world =)

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.

Good night dear world =)

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.”

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

I love cats too

Cats ans islam

The Prophet Muhammad (s) was tender and kind towards cats. He appreciated cats. Muhammad’s (s) favorite cat was called Muezza. There is a well known story regarding the Prophet Muhammad (s) and Muezza.

When the call to prayers was heard, Muezza was asleep on one of the sleeves of the Prophet’s (s) robes. The Prophet (s) wanted to wear the robe to go to prayers. Rather than disturb Muezza, Muhammad (s) cut off the sleeve to leave Muezza in peace. Prophet (s) then stroked the cat three times, which, it is said, granted Muezza seven lives and the ability to land on his feet at all times (as you might know, cats have a self-righting mechanism,a righting reflex, which is a complex series of movements when a cat falls and which protects the cat from breaking her back).

Prophet (s) was so attached to his cat that when he gave sermons he let Muezza rest on his lap and he also drank from water previously drunk by his cat. He also did his ablutions from the same water that was drunk by a cat. He seemed to treat his cat in the same way as cat lovers do today but even cat lovers might think twice about drinking the same water that had been drunk by a cat for fear of transmission of disease from the cat’s saliva (but see below).

Islam teaches Muslims to treat cats well and that the cat is a creature to be cherished and loved. Mistreating a cat is regarded as a severe sin in Islam.

SOURCE: http://muslimmedianetwork.com/mmn/

Lovely night lovely souls =)

Daisy flowers are sleeping

Butterflies are dreaming

The moon is wispering to naughty stars  “shshhhhhhh”.

It’s time to sleep .

Close your eyes and sweet dreams

Written by arabian roses

 

 

 

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

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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.

 

 

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

 

have a goood night lovely wordpress…..Mr blogger too =)

You say

in the end

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 🙂

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.

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 !

Is your name Mohammed?

-Gender: boy

-Origin: Arabic

-Meaning: Praised, lauded, commended, praiseworthy. Muhammad ibn Abdullah (570-632); Messenger of Allah who preached the faith of Islam.The name is also transliterated as Mohammad (primarily in Iran and Afghanistan), Muhammad (in Pakistan, Bangladesh and India), Muhammed (Arab World, primarily in North Africa), Mohamed, Mohammed and Mohamad (Arab World), Muhammad (Arab World), Muhammed, Muhamed (Bosnia and Herzegovina), Muhammed, Muhamed, Muhammet, or Muhamet (Turkey and Albania).

 

 

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

Happy spring wordpress !

Have a fabulous day lovely bloggers wherever you are =)

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?

We can’t shake hands but you can say hi !

 Whenever  you appear online facebook,or msn,and there are  friends on the other side online  ,greet them,because they can see you too .Like gifts ,greeting   brings warmth to a friend’s heart.Greeting  is cheap ,it wouldn’t cost you  a penny ,on the contrary you will gain a lot;your friends’ admiration  and respect.

Even  if you’re in a hurry ,and you just log in to check your emails ,  you can stop what you’re doing  for a  minute and say  “hi” ,and to spare yourself  a long conversation ,use the following expression ‘I just wanted to say hi”,he/she will get the hint.

  

What if  you’re busy talking to a friend , and another one appears  on the stage? Well, don’t say ” Im busy ” because it’ looks like you’re avoiding him /her for one reason or another , that’s why  you ‘d better say” I’ m sorry I’ m taking to a friend , I  can’t talk to you right now ,may be another time or I will be with you in few minutes.Make sure you use the sweetest words to not offend him/her.Most importantly,never make a fool of your friend by telling him/her ” I need to make a phone call  ,be right back,or you have a phone call to take ” then never show up for the whole day while he/she is waiting for godot .

 

It’s virtual,but people in it are flesh and blood and when they come to virtual they carry with them the same feelings ,attitudes perceptions and reactions they have in real life. We feel sad and confused when a friend appeared online but  ignores us or  doesn’t ruturn our greeting ,in the same way we get hurt when  we come cross  a  close  friend in the shopping centre and passes  by without saying hi.I f you don’t feel like talking to someone on your friend list just be fair to him/her and delete him/her .

 

 

I sort of think that GREETING has a vital  part to play in human relationships,and animal as well;ants for example , greet each others when they meet.It’s a gesture of communication.It’s our genuine way to  make our presence known  to each other, and to show attention either through a wide smile,simple kiss,a hand shake or a hug and in virtual we can do all  this thanks to emoticons .

 

power of greeting

-It feels really good to know that although your friends were busy they stopped to say hi.It matters you are there.

 -Muslims all over the world use the Islamic form of greeting, “Assalamu alaikum”, which means peace be to you. Thus, when two Muslims meet who are total strangers to each other, the moment they use this greeting, they immediately feel that they have common grounds, even when they do not speak each other’s languages.

 The rule in Islam is that when we are offered a greeting, we return it with a better one, or with its equal at least. God orders in the Qur’an:

“When a greeting is offered you, answer it with an even better greeting, or (at least) with its like. God keeps count of all things.”
[Surah an-Nur; 4: 86]

Greeting in English

General

1. Hello!
2. How are you?
3. How are you doing?
4. How is everything?
5. How’s everything going?
6. How have you been keeping?
7. I trust that everything is well.

General greetings (Informal)

1. Hi.
2. What’s up?
3. Good to see you.
4. How are things (with you)?
5. How’s it going?
6. How’s life been treating you?

Greeting a person you haven’t seen for a long time (Formal)

1. It has been a long time.
2. It’s been too long.
3. What have you been up to all these years?
4. It’s always a pleasure to see you.
5. How long has it been?
6. I’m so happy to see you again.

Greeting a person you haven’t seen for a long time (Informal)

• How come I never see you?
• It’s been such a long time.

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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 diffrent 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 glitterring 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 ( thiefs) that some are hooked on . Not to mention the part of Casanova that  many love playing.

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 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 :monotonious ,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 liveless 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 compaign  due to the lack of rivals and competitors,and blogging  is the best way  to ignite that flame again because here allbloggers are competing with each other  to have the best blog, to win readres.

 

Bloggin is a free nation

 

Blogging is a free floor to exchange ideas without one fearing losing his neck and this policy should be extened to real life blogging too.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 protesetor ,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  blindig 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 🙂

                       

The more gentle a man…

The more gentle a man, and the better a man is brought up,the more lowly and courteously he behaved himself ,the more villian ,the more disdainful and fierce.Some times these vices come of dullness and lack of knowledge ,and for this cause ,good learning is called humanity.

If thou salute,and be not saluted back,ascribe it to negligence rather than contempt.If thou be spoken to unmannerly,attribute it to lack of good manners,or to nature,and not to malice or hatred.Be not so light as to be moved with the breath of a man’s mouth.

-from An Introduction to Wisdom,by Juan Luys Vives (1492-1540)

Professions of virtue

How one lives is so far distant from how one ought to live ,that he who neglects what is done for what ought to be done,sooner effects his ruin than his preservation; for a man who wishes to act entirely up to his professions of virtue soon meets with what destroys him among so much that is evil.

-from The Prince, by Nicolo Machiavelli (1469-1527)

 

Fusillading Innocence written by dev!l

http://albusclosethedoor.wordpress.com/2012/03/03/fusillading-innocence/

He stared at the wall with a cold sigh, a thousand thoughts rushed to his minds as his feet got heavier and the air around him got denser. He looked around but found no sympathy in the eyes of the spectators. They were silent and seemed to stare right through him, like he didn’t even exist. There was no angry crowd or a media team ready to record his momentous words; it was nothing like in the movies he saw as a child. The room was dark and the only light was of a small window near the ceiling. He stared at the window to catch a glimpse of the sun that would set him free but it was in vain as he was pushed towards the stage. The clatter of the fetters was the only music he had heard in such a long time that he ignored the push and just smiled thinking, how there was a day when he wouldn’t have had given a damn to such a little pleasure of life.

There were a total of 7 people in the room other than him, he recognized none of them. From their uniforms some of them looked like high ranking officials but somehow it didn’t matter to him, not anymore. For now he knew that one day nothing would matter and they would all be equal 6 feet under. He was to die a nameless death but it didn’t matter anymore… “It was worth it”, he thought as he stood on the marked spot. His shackles were removed and set aside. As he caressed his aching wrists he heard one of them whisper something. “You know it’s rude to whisper in a” but he was silenced with a punch to the stomach before he could finish his sentence. He smiled how they still couldn’t hear the truth.

“Any last words or regrets?” he heard one of them ask in a sneerful voice

“Those who seek forgiveness for their sins have regrets. Those who are in the right have no regrets or sorrows, General. Today you pass your judgment on me; tomorrow God will pass judgment on you. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, from this Earth we all come and to it we shall all return.”

“Still stuck on your ideals I see? Corporal…”

He stared at the first rays of dawn as a blindfold was placed around his eyes.

 

“Lieutenant Ray, you have been accused of mutiny and treason. You have been sentenced to be shot at sunrise by the Military court of…”

“Save me the speech…” He said as he closed his eyes beneath the blindfold and thought of his life.

The speaker however chose to ignore his taunt and carried on. After a few moments he stopped. Ray knew it was time for he could feel the warmth of the sun on the horizon,

“READYY!!!” He heard the shout

“TAKE AIMM!!!”

Ray smiled as he thought about his ideals, the revolution and pumped out his chest in arrogance.

“FIREEE!!!”

Dozens of bullets passed through his body into the wall but he didn’t feel any pain… There was nothing but nirvana.

 

 

Don’t…….

A salute to a soldier

 For  a man who  gives  his crimson love  to quench a thirsty  princess  for freedom

We bow in respect.

 

For a man   who ingraines his love poems on brown sand with his warm blood

We kneel down and pray wholeheartedly.

 

For a  man who trades his rosy life for that of many ashen lives

We send  salutes  of heroes.

 

The desert bathed in your pure blood will grow sweet -smelling roses

The   princess will ascend to the throne of queen of queens

Your attire of a soldier will be the dignity flag.

 

Love your feet

 Allah creatd eve from  Adam’s rib,this might explain why she’s so soft ,tender and vulnerable,and her body compared to man’s, is weak.

Woman ‘s body is a token of beauty  and life that she must tend like a flower and keep it from going rusty and the only way to that is appreciating it as a whole from head to toe.Here are some tips for woman on how to take care of her feet.

How to take care of your feet :

 

*Ingredients:    warm water,scented candles,epsom salt,foot towel and your favorite oil.

 

Rituals:

1- Foot bath

it’s like when you sit on a rock ,watching the sunset while  your feet are enjoying  the  sea water.Just realax and Soak your feet in warm water for few minutes.Don’t forget to put some drops of your favorite essential oil and if you long for those tingling sensations of the sea water ,make your own ocean ,by adding espom salt to your foot bath .It’s proven that they have the magic of healing bruises and help relax your tired feet.

Get your feet out of water and make sure they’re completely dry before starting massage.

 

2-Feet massage

a-Make a circular motions with your thumb and fingers over the sole of the feet and use more pressure in areas such as the heel of the foot.

b-Make a fist with your hand and knead the bottom of your feet.

c-Roll the toe between your thumb and forefinger as you slide your fingers down  the toe to the end. 

d-Squeeze the end of each toe .

3-Feet bath is a bless

-It  helps you relax .

-It improves circulation.

-Blood cleanses and gets rid of wastes and toxins  and stress cripples that mission,and to prevent that, treat your feet to a message as it decreases stress and allows  blood circulation.

 

 

Happy feet bath 🙂

 

One last time..

One last time...

 

 

 

 

 

Moon Split By The Holy Prophet Hazrat MUHAMMAD (S.A.W) Proved By Science‏

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A beloved ‘s confession

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 you ex-girl friend gifted you .I hate that
look on your face whenever you listen to it.

My eternal love

My soul is sparkling with his love like a full moon
Now I know that I found my true love
A love that shakes me inside like a typhoon
And break to pieces old loves
Now I know I ’m no longer alone
He has always been there
How can’t I feel his presence
Now I will carry his love inside of me
And never let it go
Now I ’m ready to go through tunnels of darkness
Because his love will enlighten my path
I know I can touch the sky, hunt stars
Because he can hear me when I pray
He feels what i feel
Now i can confess my love without fear
Because I know he won’t laugh at me
Now I can tell him ‘I love you’
And never feel small
Because I know he will not tease me
Now I can feel complete loving him
His name is Allah the most beautiful name ever
I love Allah and how beautiful his love is in me.
My soul is sparkling with his love like a full moon.

 

I’m missing you

Remember that shooting star we used to wait for to make a wish is
missing you.
Remember that old bridge  under which ,we used to hide from rain is missing you .
Remember that oak tree we used to engrave our names on it is missing
you .
Remember that wild butterfly we used to chase is missing you .
Remember that tune we used to whistle is missing you.
Remember that girl that you used to love is missing you .

 

You Are Me

Did I tell you that I love your grey eyes when you smile?
They turn into a piece of moon enlightening my dark life
tunnel.
Did I tell you that I love it when you frown?
You remind me of a tired sleepy night happy with the arrival of
the dawn.
Did I tell you that I love it when you get angry and make me cry?
After thunder and rain, the loving sun comforts the anxious
sky.
Did I tell you that I love my name?
For when you say my name it looks like a hymn
whispered by a lost angel.
Did I tell you that I know when you don’t like my silly jokes but you
smile on them?
Did I tell you that I love you and I will always love you in all your
seasons, winter, spring, summer, and autumn?.

Never make a woman cry

A strong woman is…