tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41033350796071413212024-02-20T16:47:25.290+02:00سيرى العالم اجمع !!!نعم !! سيرى العالم اجمع!
انه الحماس... انها تلك الشعلة المتقده التي لا ينبغي ان تنطفأ ابدا... انه ذلك الشعور بالتحدي، دافعا نفسك لبذل المزيد والمزيد... دافعا نفسك الى القمة... ولا شيء غير القمة.
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اهلا وسهلا بك على متن رحلتنا... يرجى ربط حزام الامان، والتوكل على الله والدعاء... الا تكون رحلتي الى المجهولعبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-57687088175530028182010-05-12T00:50:00.001+03:002010-05-12T00:51:38.603+03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">If we searched deeply for reasons to smile... we will find...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">What a gift from Allah... to be able to find !</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S-nRLTecmoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_WsnKutRrD8/s1600/smile_BIG_smiley_face_%5Bno_canvas%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S-nRLTecmoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_WsnKutRrD8/s400/smile_BIG_smiley_face_%5Bno_canvas%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470133214554921602" /></a>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-7033110180771386082010-04-23T01:15:00.001+02:002010-04-23T01:15:41.874+02:00<div dir="rtl" align="right"></div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-40292309940120013472010-04-21T18:42:00.002+02:002010-04-21T18:51:19.961+02:00<div dir="ltr" align="center">Even in the darkness....<br />You can find a smile :)<br /></div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/3074610822_3580d7b81b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/3074610822_3580d7b81b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><br /><p></p>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-77228362673987809442010-04-17T02:20:00.002+02:002010-04-17T03:21:15.870+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S8kM-ZZ-63I/AAAAAAAAACs/jHovBBxUnYk/s1600/2108823.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S8kM-ZZ-63I/AAAAAAAAACs/jHovBBxUnYk/s400/2108823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460910289274727282" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes<br />Rays of hope<br />Is what can lift us<br />From Darkness<br />From despair<br />From pain<br />Even if it was for some moments...<br />These moments... become the precious !<br /><br />Sometimes<br />Rays of hope<br />Is what can get us that warm feeling...<br />That can make us safe...<br />At least... for the very present moment...<br />At least... for the very present moment...<br />....<br />Only when we allow hope...<br />Only when we allow peace...<br />To conquer our souls...<br />Even for ONE moments...<br />They become the most precious moments !<br /><br />They become the most precious moments...<br />When we hang on fath...<br />When we have nothing left...<br />When life hurts us so badly...<br />When life hurts us the most... the MOST !<br />When we lose...<br />When we lose it all...<br />Except our faith in Allah...<br />Except our deep believe...<br />That Allah loves us...<br />And won't leave us...<br /><br /><br />Only when we hang on our faith<br />We will be gotten out from the darkness...<br />The dark scary darkness...<br />That very frighting darkness...<br />That Life have puted us in...<br /><br />Only When we hang on hope...<br />Even if it was a one-second hope...<br />When we allow our souls...<br />To be warmed by this hope's rays...<br />Only then...<br />We will feel it's warmness...<br /><br /><br />Only when we hang on our faith...<br />And put our weight on Allah...<br />Allah will help us...<br />To dig inside our emptiness...<br />Dig deeply... deeply for a life hope !<br />Allah will help us...<br />Will help us find it !!<br /><br />Ending our lifes won't be...<br />Ending our lifes won't be the answer...Allah wanted us to know... to learn !<br /><br /><br />Allah... Allah...<br />I am calling.... I am calling out...<br />I know you are the Merciful...<br />Don't leave me...<br />I am rying to fight it with all my heart and soul...<br />I am trying to find strenght and hope...<br />To continue life...<br />To continue hoping...<br />To fight for your values...<br />I am losing control...<br />Help me...<br />Help me...<br />I am losing control...<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S8kDBnJUKfI/AAAAAAAAACk/66XJ8wS2LBE/s1600/man_cryi_my.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S8kDBnJUKfI/AAAAAAAAACk/66XJ8wS2LBE/s400/man_cryi_my.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460899349386242546" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><br /></div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-60454628921987448022010-04-15T21:06:00.002+02:002010-04-15T21:11:48.307+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">It won't be the end...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Even If I am full of hate of self, in pain and bleeding...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Even if my pain scratched the purity of my soul...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">And stained it with sorrow and pain...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Even so...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S8dj--ko3lI/AAAAAAAAACc/K88Pny9jSNo/s1600/bleeding_rose.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S8dj--ko3lI/AAAAAAAAACc/K88Pny9jSNo/s1600/bleeding_rose.jpg"><img style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S8dj--ko3lI/AAAAAAAAACc/K88Pny9jSNo/s400/bleeding_rose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460443006809726546" /></a></div><div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Even so</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">I won't give up</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">I won't give up life</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">I won't give up hope</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">I won't give up trying to reach</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">The shore I always dreamed of...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">I Won't.....</div></div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-15502529061685320252010-04-15T18:13:00.000+02:002010-04-15T18:34:24.476+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">We feel guilt... ashamed.... When we don't meet our standards... our standards that rises from within ourselves.....</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">We feel guilt... ashamed... When we know deeply we have hurted and harmed people around us....And caused them pain...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">We feel more guilt... more ashamed... When we know that people forgave us, yet we didn't forgive our selves....</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; ">And we will feel more guilt... more ashamed....If we didn't one day... get rid of the "issue(s)" that contributed in our guilt feelings...</div><div><br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">And we will feel more guilt... more ashamed in front of our souls.... if we didn't that one-day forgive ourselves... and stop whipping our souls !!</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">I do have hope... that the pain in both cases will be ended...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">In either we will set ourselves free from the guilt jail...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Or...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Our souls will be dead... from over whipping it....</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I do have hope... for wining...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S8c_3LaJZcI/AAAAAAAAACU/c2PgIUDj2EQ/s1600/guilt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S8c_3LaJZcI/AAAAAAAAACU/c2PgIUDj2EQ/s400/guilt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460403290397828546" /></a>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-34462818111164488762010-04-15T14:16:00.002+02:002010-04-15T14:19:47.190+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">It becomes critical... confusing and very painful...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">When you lose in your deep withins....</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">How your soul should be shaped into....</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">How your mind should be directed into...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">How your spirit should be back into...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">How your feelings should be formed into...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">How your future should be built on .... !</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">But it becomes really deadly.... if we gave up....</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Because Allah didn't create us... to just give up....</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">"وَالَّذِينَ جَاهَدُوا فِينَا لَنَهْدِيَنَّهُمْ سُبُلَنَا"</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Allah almighty has spoken the truth</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-26536457098771028972010-04-14T16:56:00.002+02:002010-04-14T17:04:06.312+02:00<div>قال الله تعالى : " وَإِنْ يَمْسَسْكَ اللَّهُ بِضُرٍّ<b> فَلا كَاشِفَ لَهُ إِلا هُوَ </b>وَإِنْ يُرِدْكَ بِخَيْرٍ فَلا رَادَّ لِفَضْلِهِ يُصِيبُ بِهِ <b>مَنْ يَشَاءُ </b>مِنْ عِبَادِهِ وَهُوَ الْغَفُورُ الرَّحِيمُ "</div><div>وقال تعالى: "وَاسْتَعِينُوا<b> بِالصَّبْرِ وَالصَّلَاةِ</b> وَإِنَّهَا لَكَبِيرَةٌ إِلَّا عَلَى الْخَاشِعِينَ"</div><div><br /></div><div>وقال تعالى : "وَلا تَقْتُلُوا أَنْفُسَكُمْ<b> إِنَّ اللَّهَ كَانَ بِكُمْ رَحِيمًا</b>"</div><div><br /></div><div>وقال تعالى : "وَلاَ تُلْقُواْ بِأَيْدِيكُمْ إِلَى التَّهْلُكَة"</div><div><br /></div><div>صدق الله العظيم....</div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-15896426739516313792010-04-10T04:11:00.000+02:002010-04-10T04:13:31.083+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S7_elXHSrFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U4m4ZsSrL1I/s1600/luke5-thumb.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S7_elXHSrFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U4m4ZsSrL1I/s1600/luke5-thumb.jpg"><img style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 390px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S7_elXHSrFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U4m4ZsSrL1I/s400/luke5-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458326006837455954" /></a><br /></div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-2477383840230126822010-04-09T20:45:00.002+02:002010-04-09T20:48:45.546+02:00<div style="direction: ltr;">Don't try to ignore thinking in any fear even because you know it will make your state worse and will put more pressure on you, because if you don't, it will come the least time you expect it ! and it will bring a new unexpected series of thoughts... and more pressure...</div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-79497689148920999242010-04-06T15:33:00.004+02:002010-04-06T16:48:05.794+02:00POST DELETEDعبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-51899057766166779242010-04-03T21:38:00.004+02:002010-04-03T22:18:10.290+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stevedemott.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/379471-broken-mirror-4-tm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.stevedemott.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/379471-broken-mirror-4-tm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Again... another day of pure pain...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">A complicated mixed pain....</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Old, and New...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Present, and Future...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">The world is full of pain...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Full of sorrow...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Full of suffer...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Yet</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">We have no option but to fight...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">To try as possible...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">To see our souls...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Even through the broken mirror...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Till the end...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Till we either win it...maintain it...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">And create our new mirror...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Or die fighting with honor...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">When Allah's fate decree...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">At least, we'll know what to reply when Allah asks us...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">We just need...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">To choose the right war track...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">And be responsible...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">For our health...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">For every thing Allah gifted us with...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">And for these precious people...<br />Who unconsciously may get hurt</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">By our broken soul...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br />This is why...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Leaving a destroyed dangerous city...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Is the only way...<br />And the only guarantee</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">For no more caused pain to other people...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">The responsible thing...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">In our war...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">For a new mirror...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">For a new soul...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">We may lose for one moment, one day, one week, months or even for years...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">But... it becomes the real lose...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">When we <b>decide</b></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><b></b>To lose <b>all </b>our life...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">And just give up our souls...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">To these broken mirror pieces...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Finding their way...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">To bleed our soul till the death...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">It is really...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><b>The great lose !!</b></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-48273744903770554212010-04-01T11:17:00.004+02:002010-04-01T12:14:34.712+02:00Moment record:<br /><br />I have hope... I have hope...<br /><br />I need to work on it...<br /><br />That one hope moment... made me smile...<br /><br /><br />.........<br /><br /><br />Yet again, my hope journey was over, it was just a moment, and my pain took over again... what a hateful pain !!!<br /><br />It is so confusing... how pain can just steal yourself, your dreams, your hopes, and your soul...<br /><br />I just HATE pain !! I just HATE MYSELF !!!عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-62200533854410700662010-03-29T07:36:00.002+02:002010-03-29T07:48:38.046+02:00Only when we start to <b>lose</b> the dearest things... we know their real value in our souls...عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-46977634531756513052010-03-26T10:45:00.002+02:002010-03-26T11:08:00.014+02:00Why the pain ?<br />Why it dissolves into our reality ?<br />Why it dissolves into darkness ?<br /><br /><img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/6811/pain3.jpg" /><br /><br />Why it causes us to make decisions that we didn't even imagine, choices meant the death of our souls<br />Why it change the way we think<br />Why it change the dreams we seek<br />Why it change our souls forever !!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />Why it just makes us numb...<br />Why it makes us so weak...<br />Why it leads us to situations causes us to HATE OUR SELVES ?<br />Why it causes pain to the most precious people in our life ?<br />Why the pain ?عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-43612832870046216092010-03-25T04:48:00.003+02:002010-03-25T05:11:58.865+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">if there is any chance...</span></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">please help a dying person !!</span></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">only oen more time</span></b></div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-51636062776521066742010-03-20T02:18:00.010+02:002010-03-20T15:23:29.568+02:00<div dir="ltr" align="center">[edit 1]</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">Sometimes, it becomes the only way out of a horrible pain, to leave terfully your destroyed ruined city, forcing yourself to live in a fake one, even for some time, letting your soul get <strong>drunk</strong> by the unreality of it...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center"><br /><br />A ruined city... a ruined soul...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center"></div><div dir="ltr" align="center">A ruined city which caused enough pain to every one who had a place in it...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center"></div><div dir="ltr" align="center"><br /><br />Even if it meant my destruction</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">Even if it meant I will be left only to darkness of pain</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">Swallows the life in my soul</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">But</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">It was the best for all to leave... the collapsed city</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">It was the best for them to leave... the destroyed city</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">For their own sake...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">For their own safety...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">For their own happiness...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center"></div><div dir="ltr" align="center">Even if they didn't realize it instantly...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center"></div><div dir="ltr" align="center"></div><div dir="ltr" align="center"></div><div dir="ltr" align="center"></div><div dir="ltr" align="center"></div><div dir="ltr" align="center"></div><div dir="ltr" align="center"><div dir="ltr" align="center"><i><br /></i></div>And I am only left with pain killing me in my city</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">That</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">Me too, should leave this colapsed city...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">For some time...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">Escaping to a fake city...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">Saving my self...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">Saving my soul...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">From more damage...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center"></div><div dir="ltr" align="center"></div><div dir="ltr" align="center"><br /><br />I never expected that I will know the "hate" feeling</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">So much intense oneday...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">As I do now</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">Hold...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center">Guilt... Hate...</div><div dir="ltr" align="center"><strong></strong></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S6QVWW0lo9I/AAAAAAAAABw/Sj_8byD5KY0/s1600-h/destroyedcity_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450504922852598738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S6QVWW0lo9I/AAAAAAAAABw/Sj_8byD5KY0/s400/destroyedcity_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><div><br /></div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-80406643293818567262010-03-19T20:08:00.002+02:002010-03-19T20:23:03.320+02:00<a href="http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/7272/lens003vm2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 534px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/7272/lens003vm2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/7272/lens003vm2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-18738212097378113512010-03-10T20:21:00.001+02:002010-03-10T20:24:27.173+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S5fjiuthVLI/AAAAAAAAABo/rz5k9QpTF5s/s1600-h/MyModCloverfield3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S5fjiuthVLI/AAAAAAAAABo/rz5k9QpTF5s/s400/MyModCloverfield3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447072460121920690" /></a>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-68965239360062230422010-03-06T18:34:00.006+02:002010-03-07T00:32:40.117+02:00<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; " dir="ltr"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">It is extremely painful... extremely painful...</span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">To believe it...</span></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">To accept it...</span></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">To live it...</span></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><br /></b></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S5KIm9VSddI/AAAAAAAAABg/DgHv--CnJnE/s1600-h/pain+big.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWxcP42Swoo/S5KIm9VSddI/AAAAAAAAABg/DgHv--CnJnE/s400/pain+big.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445565102324610514" /></a><br /><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div></span></span></b></span></div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-7005152906053783262010-02-28T21:37:00.001+02:002010-02-28T21:37:42.378+02:00The art of adventure<div dir="rtl" style="text-align: left;">A man practices the art of adventure when he heroically faces up to life; When he has the daring to open doors to new experiences and to step boldly forth to explore strange horizons. When he is unafraid of new ideas, new theories and new philosophies. When he has the curiosity to experiment--to test and try new ways of living and thinking. When he has the flexibility to adjust and adapt himself to the changing patterns of life. When he refuses to seek safe places and easy tasks and has, instead, the courage to wrestle with the toughest problems. When he has the moral stamina to be steadfast in the support of those men in whom he has faith and those causes in which he believes. When he breaks the chain of routine and renews his life through reading new books, traveling to new places, making new friends, taking up new hobbies and adopting new viewpoints. When he has the nerve to move out of life's shallows and venture forth into the deep. When he keeps his heart young, his expectations high and never allows his dreams to die. When he concludes that a rut is only another name for the grave and that the only way to stay out of the ruts is by living adventurously and staying vitally alive every day of his life.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;">Wilfred A. Peterson<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Source: The art of living, Albert W. Daw Collection<br /></div></div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-9483457040269081942010-02-28T21:26:00.003+02:002010-02-28T21:36:06.066+02:00...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/4128/20100228003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/4128/20100228003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: left;">It is so strange how a small thing, when contains a precious value to a person, be in great inspiration and support to him...<br /><br />It is so strange... how a small nice gesture, can obtain him sometimes a feel of inner safety and security...even in the most loneliest places or situations life puts him through...<br /><br />It was one of these rare moments... where I felt for sometime that I was just fine and safe... holding that precious thing... that precious meaning... regardless of the past, present or the future...<br /><br />It just meant... I am fine... I am still living in this world...<br /><br />I was always thinking, about the happiness key of life... when and how the person will grant himself this key... ?<br /><br />It should be a long way... for happiness to be hard earned...<br /></div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-86880890035723141632010-02-28T00:20:00.003+02:002010-02-28T00:28:06.840+02:00The Power of Your Actions<div style="text-align: left;">This is a story I read somewhere... it shows how little action of yours may have huge effect on others...<br /><br /><start><start><br />One day when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."<br /><br />I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend tomorrow afternoon) so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.<br /><br />As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying and landed in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him, so I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. I handed him his glasses and said "Those guys are really jerks. They should get lives."<br /><br />He looked at me and said "Hey thanks". There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.<br /><br />I helped him pick up his books and asked where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.<br /><br />We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.<br /><br />We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him.<br /><br />Monday morning came and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again, I stopped him and said, "Damn boy, you are really gonna build some serious muscles with this pile of books ever day." He just laughed and handed me half the books.<br /><br />Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.<br /><br />Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle, he looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school, filled out and actually looked good in glasses. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I went back and said "Hey big guy, you'll be great". He looked at me with one of those looks (really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks" he said.<br /><br />As he started his speech, he cleared his throat and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach, but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."<br /><br />I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.<br /><br />"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through crowd as this handsome popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and Dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.<br /><br />Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person's life for better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact on one another in some way...<br /><br />"<span style="font-weight: bold;">Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly</span>".<br /><end>...<br /><end><br /></end></start></div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-77808686425556355432010-02-18T14:47:00.003+02:002010-02-23T23:59:02.602+02:00Sunk at the sea of darknessAt some stage of my life<br />I was walking along the beach<br />Sunny and warm day<br />Trying to learn how to be happy<br />Trying to learn what I am going to do with my life<br />After a success<br />Planning for the next success<br /><br />I kept walking<br />With the innocitiy of childs<br />The inner child inside me<br />Trusting that I am walking<br />along the shore<br />and only the shore<br /><br />Suddenly<br />I found my self in the water<br />What brought me here, is unknown<br />But then looked at the warm sun<br />I trusted I will simply back up<br />And be back to the shore<br />Survive...for life...<br /><br />The water was weighting me down<br />I was hardly moving<br />But while trying to move to the shore<br />I got hurted by some rock<br />I started to feel pain<br />Blood mixed with the water<br />But I was determined...<br />I should survive...<br /><br />The sunny sky turned suddenly black...<br />Oh my god, it is night<br />I am hardly moving<br />And was late<br />Very late...<br /><br />A new hurt happened<br />It was my soul<br />When I discovered...<br />I was swiming in the wrong direction<br />All my life fights...<br />All my life wars...<br />And what seemed to me the shore<br />Wasn't actually a shore<br />It was all the darkness...<br />I am sick...<br /><br /><br />I knew<br />That I was holding rescuers hands<br />But every moment<br />It became harder for me<br />To grip with life anymore<br />Every moment<br />It became harder for me<br />To bear the guilt feeling<br />That my need to be helped<br />Flooded any other thing...<br /><br /><br /><br />Is that the stars in the sky<br />Or is it the rain... falling down<br />It flood the whole sea even more<br />The wind started to be stronger<br />I was trying not to sink...<br />But the darkness was graping me<br />To it's empty hole...<br /><br />I started to see the water at my eye level<br />Life at top<br />Darkness at down<br />I was fighting<br />To stay out of the darkness below<br />To choose life...<br /><br />But slowly<br />I lost control on my self...<br />Water started to fill my lungs<br />The lungs that once held so much life...<br />so much joy...<br />so much hope...<br />Yet now<br />Only the murky water is there<br />Replacing this whole life...<br /><br />I couldn't think of anything<br />I couldn't see anything<br />I couldn't control anything...<br />I couldn't hold the rescuers hands anymore<br />Because I felt even more guilt...<br />That I involved these hands in my fight...<br />And caused them enough...<br /><br />My body felt numb<br />My soul felt numb<br />Completly numb<br />I gave up caring about my self anymore<br />I gave up caring about life anymore<br />And just started to give up<br />And give in<br />To the feelings that lie below the water line...<br /><br /><br />All of the strength and all of the courage<br />that I once held in my heart<br />can't save me from the water...<br />from the darkness below it...<br />I slowly slip below the world of consciousness<br /><br />I don't know<br />If I want to fight anymore<br />Or I've given into darkness<br />The darkness which swallowed me<br />Unable to move anymore<br />Unable to feel anymore<br />Unable to speak anymore<br />Having no emotions anymore<br />Is this where I lie...<br />Completly Numb ?...<br /><br />Will the wind ever remember<br />The name it has drown in the past ?عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103335079607141321.post-47281653609386080992010-01-16T18:48:00.000+02:002010-01-16T18:49:03.536+02:00...<div>What's wrong with life ??? Why we keep losing our sweetness even more ?! Why we keep hurting each other ?!</div><div>I got up from a sad dream to be faced with the blackness of reality...</div>عبداً للهhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122994603444317093noreply@blogger.com