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.

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Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts

Thursday, January 20, 2011

150) Fragile Things ...

"There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts."

- Neil Gaiman
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Sunday, October 17, 2010

114) Nothing is for sure!


Micheal Chrichton said: " I am certain there is too much certainty in the world"
But I actually agree with another writer who says: "Nothing is for sure" ... Yes. Nothing. Absolutely-Nothing-is-for-sure!
Who knows what the fate reserves for you, them, or me?
One can spend hours, days, weeks, months, or even yeaaars without feeling anything new... Then, when a door opens, a positive avalanche pours in... One moment you have "nothing"... The next you have more than you can hope or cope with. [and vice versa].

Who knows what the fate reserves for us!

What... ?

... Mmmm... Love?!

Money?! ... a treasure ya3ni?!

Babies...?!! Oh, yes. Yes :D
Babies are 7aga gamila awi awi... They are the most beautiful blessing in the world. Yes- bass el-agmal when they grow up... If we give them their needs, education, jobs, and nice houses; they will give in return a future, children, and perhaps grandchildren. Isn’t that lovely?! to carry with you part of your past, present, and a little of your beautiful future...

♥ ♥ ♥

Saturday, April 10, 2010

44) كل هذا الحب - Mama Didi :: Part 1

كل هذا الحب


أنا معرفش ماما ديدي

لكن صدقني لما أقول - بحبها

علشان ربنا هو اللي ألف بين قلبي وقلبها

مش إنت .. ولا أنا .. ولا الدنيا دي كلها

ويمكن علشان إنت بتحبها

ويمكن من كلامك عنها

أنا كمان حنيت لها

صدقني لما أقول - بحبها


دا أنا زي ما أكون شوفتها

ومن غير ما أحس في خيالي رسمتها

فا في أحلامي قابلتها

وكلمتني وكلمتها

قلتلها كلام كتير

وسمعتني

وسألتني

فحكيت لها

فضحكت لي

ولمستني .. ولمستها

و وصتني وأنا وعدتها

وصدقتني

! صدقتني

! صدقتني

فبوستها

وحضنتها

وفي حضنها

حسيت بحنان غريب

قربني منها

وخلاني أحبها

وأشتاق لها

صدقني لما أقول - بحبها


أنا كمان حنيت لها

ودعيت لها

ربنا يرحمها

ويهون عليك بعدها

ويساعدك علي برها

حتي بعد ما استردها

ما هي كانت وديعته

وأكيد هناك عنده

أحسن لها

صدقني لما أقول - بحبها

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I do not know why, but this made me always cry! and I never thought of publishing it - but, since today is a special day [it is a secret] , I decided to share it with you; it is a part of me after all.

The time is running so fast.

April 10th 2009.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

41) We Must Never Stop Dreaming . . . !


We Must Never Stop Dreaming . . . !

Dreams provides nourishment for the soul . . .

Just like a meal does for the body . . .

Many times in our lives we see our dreams shattered . . .

And our desires frustrated . . .

But we have to continue ---->>> dreaming . . .

If we don’t, our soul dies . . .

Sunday, April 4, 2010

36) Love Knows No Age. Love Knows Pink!


Love knows no age . . .

Charm knows no disability . . .

Love just IS . . .

Charm just IS . . .

In fact 50 is the new 30, and 60 is the new 40 ... No, am not kidding :) - If you're in your 20's, then you can enjoy your extended teen years because you're sooo far from being "old" that's not even on the horizon . . .

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* Love . Just love. Then … Take a good look around. Everything is flowery and pink. Pink ;)

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

34) My S.D. - 2 :: Someone I Love, Aly!

I don’t know why, but, actually, in my future vision of myself, I see a cute kid and lots of fun... I see a lovely baby and lots of love... I see Aly! But no man... I see myself as a single mom! Moi and Aly and a sweet smile... and that is my sweet dream...

... Aly ...
I love the way you look when you are smiling ...
I love the way you look when you are crying ...
I love the way you look when you are reading ...
I love the way you look when you are writing ...
I love the way you look when you are asking ...
I love the way you look when you are answering ...
I love the way you look when you are talking ...
I love the way you look when you are eating ...
I love the way you look when you are playing ...
I love the way you look when you are running ...
I love the way you look when you are sleeping ...
I love the way you look like someone I love ...!
I love a feeling that I locked up deep down in my heart.
I do love you - my yet unborn kid.
... Aly ...

Friday, February 19, 2010

7) My Sweet Dream . . . ЯΜ - 1

You know . . .
The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment . . .
When you are between asleep and awake . . .
When you dont know the difference between reality and fantasy . . .
When for just that moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality . . .
and it really . really . really happened . . . !

From now on, dont tell me " we have never met "- yes we did . I am not weird . I heard your voice . I am sure this was your voice . . . I am not gonna ask you to believe . . . If you dont believe it, then, may be you are a normal person and I am the weird one . . .

PS: With you, I didn't care what I wore or if my shoes matched my bag.
PS: I love how when I dream of my life partner, the only person that I can see is you!
. . . . . . howa ana keda weird awy . . . !
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"When I think about Romance I see:
Loving Eyes, and Caring Hands, in a quiet Beach of soft White sand..."
¡ uoos noʎ ǝǝs

Monday, February 15, 2010

3) When we’re young . . .


When we’re young and our dreams first explode inside us with all of their force, we are very courageous, but we haven’t yet learned how to fight.
With great effort, we learn how to fight, but by then we no longer have the courage to go into the combat.
So we turn against ourselves and do battle within. We become our own worst enemy. We say that our dreams were childish, or too difficult to realize, or the result of our not having known enough about life.

We kill our dreams because we are afraid to fight the good fight . . . !