We’re all different. You are a dreamer. He is very thoughtful. She is the sensitive one. They are straight. and I’m ... well, I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.


Tuesday, November 30, 2010

129) I Believe in Fate ...

" I believe that every single day people are offered the chance to make the best possible decision about everything they do. I believe that I failed and that, at some point, I lost my connection with the woman I loved. and now, all I need is to put an end to that cycle. That's why I want the map, so that I can go to her".

- Paulo Coelho

I Believe in Fate. I believe that the world would be happier if just two people, even two, were happier.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

128) *¨*•.¸¸ Noly ¸¸.•*¨*

My Lovely Cute Butterfly ...

Don't ask me why ...

or why you ...

I LOve YOu ...

Don't ask me what's so special about you ...

There is nothing special about you ...

(or at least, nothing I can put my finger on)

I LOve YOu ...


With a sister like you, Noly ...

How could I ever be lonely ... ?

You're always there to share a smile ...

Listen to a problem ...

or just talk ...

and whenever I need a real friend, I know I can count on you ...

You're always there to make me feel special, important and loved ...

It's no wonder I LOve YOu so much ...


You are a great person .. hard to find .. difficult to leave .. impossible to forget

You are fantastic .. intelligent .. sensitive

You are a gift !

But do I deserve such a beautiful gift from Allah?


Tuesday, November 23, 2010

127) !! شئ يئن بداخلي

من الصعب ألا يكون لدي حلم .. أحيا به .. وله أحيا
ولكن الأصعب أن يضيع حلمي .. أو يتمزق .. أو يهرب مني .. أو أهرب منه
ولكن إلي أين؟
هل يهرب الإنسان من ذاته؟
حلمي هو ذاتي .. أو هكذا أظن ..! هو أنا .. وأنا هو
والذات .. لا سبيل إلي أن أهرب منها
فمهما هربت .. فسأهرب إليها
سأهرب إليها
سأهرب إليها
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Monday, November 22, 2010

126) .. المؤمن ..

اسم الله المؤمن يشكل مصدرا أساسيا للضياء في حياتي اليومية .. يلمسني بمعناه .. وصداه .. ومحتواه
هو الله .. هو المؤمن .. هو الذي يصدق وعده مع عباده .. فهو المؤمن .. وهو مع المؤمن .. يؤمنه من عذابه .. ويجيره من ظلم الظالمين .. ومن حقد الحاقدين .. ويصدقه عند ظنه .. فلا يخذله .. ولا يخيب رجائه

يا رب ماتسبنيش .. أنا من غيرك مافيش .. مافيش!!
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شئ يئن بداخلي :'(
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Saturday, November 20, 2010

125) Something I Learned!

Alexandria, Nov. 2010,

I learned something recently,
Our true friends are those who are with us when the good things happen... They cheer us on and are pleased by our triumphs...

False friends only appear at difficult times, with their sad supportive faces, when in fact, our suffering is serving to console them for their miserable lives...

Monday, November 8, 2010

124) In a relationship, married, or not ... Just read this!

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
- Kimmies Floral
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Sometimes God give us diamond and we are too busy collecting stones! and when we finally know their value ... it's always too late and we lost all the chances God gave us to cherish the bless of the only true and unconditional love happened in our life!
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Saturday, November 6, 2010

123) !...إِلَيْهِ يَصْعَدُ الْكَلِمُ الطَّيِّبُ وَالْعَمَلُ الصَّالِحُ يَرْفَعُهُ

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَٰنِ الرَّحِيمِ

مَنْ كَانَ يُرِيدُ الْعِزَّةَ فَلِلَّهِ الْعِزَّةُ جَمِيعًا ۚ إِلَيْهِ يَصْعَدُ الْكَلِمُ الطَّيِّبُ وَالْعَمَلُ الصَّالِحُ يَرْفَعُهُ ۚ وَالَّذِينَ يَمْكُرُونَ السَّيِّئَاتِ لَهُمْ عَذَابٌ شَدِيدٌ ۖ وَمَكْرُ أُولَٰئِكَ هُوَ يَبُورُ
صدق الله العظيم

لم يسبق لي أن حملت طفلا في أحشائي .. ولكنني أحمل هذه الآية في صدري وأعماقي .. وارتبط بها ارتباطا وثيقا جدا ..! كأنها طفلي .. وهي سيفي .. كأنها قلبي .. وهي في قلب قلبي .. كأنها دوائي .. وهي شفائي .. استمد منها العزه .. وطيب الكلم .. والبشري


... كل كلمة طيبة مفتاح من مفاتيح الحب

... والكلم الطيب لا يقف عند حد

... والعمل الصالح ما أكثره

ابتسم .. ابتسم لأن العمل الصالح يبدأ بابتسامة .. ابتسم حتي في وجه الحاقدين عليك .. واشفق عليهم .. وفقط تذكر أن الفاشلين ليس لهم حاقدين .. ابتسم واقصد بالإبتسامة الجميلة .. والكلمة الطيبة .. والعمل الصالح .. وجه الله ورضاه

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. - Leo Buscaglia

كثيرا ما نقلل من أهمية لمسة .. ابتسامة .. أو كلمة حانية .. أذن صاغية .. أو مجاملة صادقة .. أو أصغر فعل يدل على اهتمامك بالآخرين .. مع أن هذه الأشياء يمكنها أن تغير العالم - ليو بوسكاجليا

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