Happy New Year

Here we are again, one year passed and another year is coming. the fact that most of time we find yourself sailing in very deep and fast moving stream and other time you find yourself sailing in wild calm sea. although sailing in the sea is seem like more relaxing however , you always tend to see yourself lost and you really don’t know where you going. the same for the stream it just take you where it want and you became slave for the time and the stream you just follow its path without the ability to change your direction.
So which one is better?
I really don’t know.
All what I know I have been flipping between these two modes and I always find myself lost in between.
However, here we are rolling the last days in 2009 and moving toward a near year. Hence I think it always good to sit with yourself and reflect in 12 months that have passed by, what the low points, what the high points, what things that really disturbed you, what made you happy. What made you sad, etc
For me, 2009 wasn’t that high profile year, have not really accomplished any thing major, it has been a very quite year. Which I really regret, I should been more proactive, more upfront, however I think the main problem I never had clear vision, nor had a clear goals. My goal setting was lack of enthusiasm and lack of organization. That is why this year I would like to set more clear goals and less number of them. I always find so hard to achieve a lot of goals in one year and if you over load yourself, you will end up with nothing.

Hence I thought I will try to make plan for 2010 and come with 2010 resolution. However, before that I wanted to do quick research about the art of goal sitting. The interesting part that I found out that the traditional goal-setting wisdom has taught us that a good goal must be a) written, b) challenging, c) believable, d) specific, e) measurable, and f) have a specific deadline. There are several checklist methods for goal sitting and all of came from the old technology: pen and paper. The old-school of goal-setting suggested that people write down goals on a small slip of paper and keep it in their wallet or purse. Unfortunately, suffice to say that most of this paper will always end up dissolving into lint. However, these days there is software and more recently some websites (mostly payable) which can help you plan and track your goals. I found out that these websites are practical but also tedious and very complicated for personal use; however they are good for corporate planning.

I always wondered “what makes a good goal plan?” The best answer I found state that a good Goal plan is one that when followed, offers a reasonably high probability of success, given sufficient time.

Finally from this quick research I found out that the best steps to make a great plan are:
1-pick limited number of goals
2-make clear and realistic plan
3-Anticipate problems
4-pick start and end date
5-Go for it and work hard
6-accept failure
7-plan reward

I would like to emphasis in the last one, always plan a reward for yourself, this is your personal goal and when you achieve it, you should reward yourself with something so you will taste the happiness and pleasure out of it.

So here is my main resolution for 2010. I resolve in 2010 to:
1-finish building my house
2-continually go to gym and get my fitness level up
3-improve my job competence profile
4-continually update my blog
5-get engaged



Finally, May the New Year (1431 & 2010) bring these Wishes to you all
Health, inside you

Happiness deep down within

Company and support of family & friends

A caring heart that accepts & treats all human beings equally

Enrichment of knowledge and richness of diversity

Courage to seek & speak the truth even if it means standing alone

Hopes and dreams of a just world and the desire to make it happen

A light to guide your path Helping hands to strengthen unitySerenity and peace within your mind, heart & soul

Food for thought & soul

A hand to hold

Happy New Year!!!!!!!

Tête à Tête

First of all , its very late eid wishes , but eid mubark everyone and hope you all had great holiday , also I know it been long time since my last blog.

Well today was my first day back at work after few weeks off, and it was such a long day. However, the holiday was very relaxing and lazy time. For first time since I don’t remember when I stayed for long time at home , just with family and lazing around and sleeping and eating. I know what you think, yes I gain few pounds but gunna burn them soon …
As always after long time, it would be the time to chit-chat and get and hear all the news from all the places. In the end of the day, people love to spread news and you can not help it , you always wanna hear more.

Top of list was the end of year ranking , which really wasn’t my interest but had to listen to it several time. Second, and all time favorite was WHEN U GUNNA GET MARRIED. I just don’t know when people gunna get bored of that question. Anyway, if you also wondering than, I would just say it’s going to be soon. Don’t ask me what soon mean because that very subjective.
Another , one that really pissed me off , that everyone kept asking me” what happen to Chelsea “ , for God seek we were winning 5-0 and 4-0 and we cut Arsenal apart , and we screw up Man-U and no one say what happen , and we lost once and every one now taken the piss out. Seem like everyone had kept it in their heart and we so jealous about the success, but don’t worry traitors, Chelsea still in the top you like it or not.

The only interesting chat I had is about world cup draw, Argentina had nice draw although I wish Greece wasn’t in same group as my fav. Team. Also I will be very interesting to see England vs USA , and Brazil vs Portugal… I have full analysis of the draw but really cant bother to go one coz I feel sleepy and tired.

Finally , here is a nice quote I have get last week , which really mean a lot.

Achieving success is just like being pregnant..Everyone congratulate you on the outcome but no one knows how many times you get FU**CKED

Omani Bloggers favorite meal

First of all, I would like to apology to all my reader and all good respectful bloggers in Oman , but this my opinion and you can take it or leave it , but this time you completely get it wrong and you really misdirecting the youthful energy of our society.

Ps. if you are sensitive and so defensive about what other people view, you already heard enough and you can leave now.

Let’s back up and look at the beginning of the story. In April 2009, new strain of influenza A virus subtype H1N1 was identified, which is officially termed novel H1N1 and colloquially called swine flu. However, the actual outbreak in Oman starts later on the summer when more students were coming back from abroad.

NB. Don’t worry Am not going to talk a lot about H1N1 as I am sure you have heard it and read it million times the last few months

In the beginning I was feeling happy and pleased of the media behavior, was very transparence, and wild open to the society and given full coverage for all the developments. That was the start of the whole story where everyone seems to be an expert matter in this subject. It be came very tasteful and satisfying meal of our media recently. And its FREE ( ie , no RULE ). Such a free tasteful meal was sure to take number one place in the menu of our bloggers and what better than a free meal.

Anyhow, the propaganda starts and grows up and up. It has become that giant shadow that covers every single aspect of our life. You can not shake hand, you can not and can not, and society lived in panic, complete miss leading and over reaction. You see every one going around with hand-stanitizer and some people went over bored and carry face mask.
Don’t miss understand me here, I agree that this very dangerous virus and we have to protect yourself and society , however, lets look at what is this virus is before i go in what I want to say. Lets discus this virus for a minute and am not going to invent the wheel in here am just going to Wikipedia [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page] and write swine flu and extract what is the main symptoms.

"[T]he overwhelming majority of patients experience mild symptoms", but some persons are in higher risk groups, such as those with asthma, diabetes, obesity, heart disease, or who are pregnant or have a weakened immune system"
‘Like other influenza viruses, novel H1N1 influenza is spread by coughing, sneezing, or touching contaminated surfaces and then touching the nose or mouth. Symptoms, which last up to a week, are similar to those of seasonal flu, and can include fever, sneezing, sore throat, cough, headache, and muscle or joint pains. To avoid spreading the infection, the CDC recommended that those with symptoms stay home from school, work, and crowded settings; in general, wearing facial masks was not recommended, except in health care settings’

If I read correctly, most of people are not in high risk. Also one major line there facial mask is not recommended.

Anyway, lately the Omani assembly for blogging (personally I never liked the name, although some people think its very creative, but am sorry again my dear blogger you completely get this wrong, I would just call it Oman blogging society, call me classic, backward, whatever but that what it should be called) made a good remarkable thing in alquram beach, by carrying awareness evening in the beach. Anyway and as I said , as its been our favorite meal, the guys decided to have second round !!!!!!!!

Anyway, I am not against that , I actually like it , or liked the idea of volunteering and given something back to the society. However, it has been misdirected toward least important issue. WHY is that, lets have this discussion for a moment. Let’s take the last few months, say the last six months since all this mess started. How many people died from H1N1 in Oman? Am not sure as this subject never satisfied my taste and never follow the news, as I am sure you already labeling me with rebelling and ‘badwen’ , or whatever, but if am not mistaken its around 30.

Now let me ask you, how many people have died from car accident, not in Oman, no I want u to think of people whom you know or from the same town in the same period. Am sure the number will come to the same or more and this in personal level. Just for people who are interesting in statistic. 44 people died and 199 are injured during Eid al-Fitr holiday crashes between September 16-25 bringing the toll to 737 men, women and children killed on Oman's roads since January 1 2009.

Dose this number mean anything to you. Call me whatever you want, but am sure you are missing someone from your live because of car accident. I lived in UK for 6 years I cant even recall the number that I seen car accident. I just came from Europe and I was there for couple of week never seen not even single car accident and guess what!!
When I came to the airport and at the way to home we passed by two car accidents, thankfully they don’t seem so bad.

I know some of you guys might say, and why he is attaching us , H1N1 is dangerous as well. Honestly since day one I never have believed all this propaganda, although I was starting to accept it , but when I went to Europe ( which we all know and rightly believe) that they know better than us, I couldn’t see any panicking not even a worry. Honestly , I was sneezing and had slight cold because of the change in weather, and I thought people will run away from me , but people was sitting next to me in train and tram with no worry.
Let me cut this short, what I want to say here is:

My dear bloggers, stop been lost inside this big propaganda and enough of trying to just taste the meal that everyone like. Let’s concentrate our energy, money and time in something more useful. Let’s make a different in our society. Our society needs us, there are so many aspects in our life that we need to highlight and need to spread the awareness. Also, if you like to be active and volunteer in something, make sure you give your priority and pick what we really need. Put first things first.

In the end, I want to just tell this short story, last weekend while driving home, I passed by one accident, and I saw someone I know a side, so I stopped and walked toward him (cause H1N1 we stop kissing as greeting and instead some people just hug) he hug me as greeting although I felt it more of he like it but in our society feeling weak is forbidden.
Anyway he was so low so I asked him what is wrong was it someone from his family or relative, he said no. he was silent for a moment than he said: I collected his head in my hand. He was only three years old and he was smiling. Wallah (…..) he was smiling.
To be honest I wanted to hug him again but couldn’t cause Its forbidden again
Enough said, read between my lines and you will understand my massage and our road accident will never stop unless we have educated drivers, that where we should concentrate.

My dear Omani bloggers, I challenge you to have a taste of my new meal, toward less car accident. Lets free our mind and lets start somewhere, who know guys you might like this meal as well. I want you all to have this motto and Slogan: “Road safety is my concern”

Ps. If you get to this point, than am really thankful for your patient and I hope you had change of heart and you agree in what I said. Although I know some few pathetic guys from the blogging assembly will never accept it as it sound like a cross for their big red lines and insult for their highness, but who care?!!!!!!!!!!

Ramadan Kareem

First of all, happy New Year and May Allah bless you all and shower you all with his blessing in this holy month. My initial intention was also to write about Ramadan and why Muslim fast in this months but i found that so many article and site talk about that in details , so if you really want to know just write Ramadan , or fasting or Muslim holly month of Ramadan, and you will find all the answers
Anyway , today was the fourth day , and my system still can not get adjusted to the lack of caffeine, plus the long working hours i had the last few days didn’t help at all.
So, tonight after i had my breakfast (Iftar) and my stomach get settle from the rapid invasion of food, i decided to treat my brain ( yeas coz my head was asking for caffeine ) with nice cup of coffee from my favourite place in town Barista. I just love the place and the Cuban coffee blend they have and the staff are very friendly (whish rare to find in our society)
While am sipping my third cup and talking to my friends a beautiful girl , who can be between 18-20 , come toward us and we all look to each other cause we know what she would say, she was asking for money. We all felt shocked but not surprised as it turn out that everyone of us had similar situations in the last few days. Which make me wonder why !
So why a young girl get so low and ask for money, where from the look she can work for her money. Why we became so dependent and we want everything easily. I just wonder and make me think a lot. Unfortunately these people who are asking for help they don’t look like someone who is in need, and most of time there are not local.
I guess so many of you have passed by this situation one or two times, but who have tried to correct it or do something about it , no one including myself. All what i did to say no. In other situation, the girl was so convincing or nice to look at and give her something.
What i am worried about that next time a real in need person come and ask for something, no one will answer his/her call.
Why?
Because we all think he/she is just another one of these people who are trying to make easy money.
I remember my old day in England, at a time we had the same things and the number of kids and women who been asking for help and money went up so fast. Believe it or not, it was almost same people who are asking for money here, same nationalities (you all know who i mean, period)
So what the government did to stop this people, they didn’t cut in them as it was so hard and they were working in much organised fashion. They came with rule that whoever gave these people will be held responsible and will be charge and punish for his/her act.
Finally , all what i want from you guys , next time you see or someone approach you for help , and you know as its always clear , they not really need it , please don’t even think about it and don’t even let them start talking as they words always convincing and know how to manipulate you and play with words. And if you really want to help, they real people who need help is everywhere and you can find them easily.
Lets all work for a better city, lets all work toward a better society

Ps:, if you think you have so much money and you just wanna waste it on thus people, you don’t have to do so , just drop me email and i would send u my bank detail ...lol

AM HAPPY!!!!!!!!!

For change, today am over the top and am so happy
So my dear blog, I would like you to mark this day as the best I ever had for ages.
This day also taught me that if something has meant to happen it will happen and if happiness is written for you, you will get it
A wise person have told me once , my son never lose your faith , and never hide your will and keep pushing for your goals. What ever meant to happen to you will happen and you will achieve all your goals if there are good for you.
My goals in life are many , but I believe today was the start and i would never stop , today i made promise to myself that from this day ( August 16th 2009) am a different person and i will push for my goals even harder
Now i can lay my head in my beloved pillow and dive in to deep relaxing amazing sleep , coz that what the only things been missing from my day so far

You, as of now, are someone else! -Mahmoud Darwish

Previously in one of my post, specifically this one
http://reef4ever.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html
I have promised my English only reader to post the translation of this piece of art for Mahmoud Darwish and again I highlighted the line in red

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Was it inevitable for us to fall from such heights, and see our blood on our hands… for us to realize that we are no angels… as we used to think? Was it also necessary for us to expose our genitals to everyone, to make sure our reality is no longer a virgin?
Such liars were we when we said: We are exceptional!

To believe yourself is much worse than lying to someone else! To be friendly with those who hate us, and ruthless to those who love us – this is the inferiority of the conceited, and the arrogance of the situation!

Oh past, do not change us… the further away we move from you! Oh future: do not ask us: who are you? And what do you want from me? We too have no clue. Oh present, bear with us a little, we are no more than dreary passers by!
Identity is our legacy and not our inheritance; our invention and not our memory. Identity
is the ruin of the mirror that we should break as soon as we like our image! He put on a mask, put on courage, and killed his mother… because she was the easiest prey… and because a female soldier stopped him and exposed her breasts asking: Does your mother have breasts like these?
If it wasn’t for modesty and darkness, I would have visited Gaza, without knowing the road to the new house of Abu Sufian, nor the name of the new prophet. If Mohammad hadn’t been the last of the prophets, each gang would have had its own prophet, and each companion a militia! We admired June in its 40th anniversary; if we can’t fine someone to defeat us again we defeat ourselves with our own hands, lest we forget!

No matter how long you stare into my eyes, you will not find my gaze there. It has been kidnapped by a scandal! My heart is not mine… and it is no one’s. It has claimed independence, without turning into stone. Does he who chants over the body of his victim-brother: “Allahu Akbar”, know that he is an infidel, since he sees God in his own image: lesser than a well formed human being?

The prisoner, eager to inherit the prison, hid his smile of victory from the camera. But he did not succeed in restraining the happiness streaming from his eyes; perhaps because the rushed text was much stronger than the actor. Why do we need Narcissus, as long as we’re Palestinians, and as long as we don’t know the difference between the Jame’ (mosque) and the Jame’ah (university), both words having the same root. What need to we have for a state… as long as it is moving, along with the days, towards the same destiny?

A large sign at the door of a nightclub: We welcome Palestinians returning from battle. Free entry! Our alcohol… doesn’t get you drunk! I cannot defend my right to work, as a shoe polisher by the sidewalks, because my clients have the right to consider me a shoe thief – this is what a University professor told me!

“The stranger and I will join forces against my cousin. My cousin and I will join forces against my brother. My Sheikh and I will join forces against me.” This is the first lesson in the new national education curriculum. In the abyss of darkness, who will go to heaven first? He who died with enemy bullets or he who died by his brother’s bullets? Some jurisprudents say: Thou shalt have an enemy born from your mother’s womb! The fundamentalists do not annoy me; their secular supporters infuriate me, as do their atheist supporters who only believe in one religion: their images on TV! He asked me: Can a hungry guard defend a house whose owner has traveled to spend his summer vacation in the French or Italian Riviera… whichever one? I said: No he doesn’t! And he asked: does myself + myself = two? I said: you and you equal less than one!

I am not ashamed of my identity, it is still under construction. But I am ashamed of some of what is written in the Ibn Khaldoun introduction: You, as of now, are someone else!

I am Sorry (2)

في بعض الاحيان تعجز الكلمات عن البوح بما في الصدر
وكم هيا صعبه لحظات الاعتذار
ولكن الانسان يخطي مرات
وانا اعترف
واعتذر
لم احد اجمل من كلمات الامير الشاعر عبدالرحمن بن مساعد و التى شدا بها فنان العرب
ولكم قراثى هذه الكلمات
ولك انت يامن اخطات في حقك

جم اعتذاري

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أخطيت
أنا مدري وش إحساسك
ومدري وش تظنيني
أنا الصادق في عينك كنت
و صرت الكاذب الخوّان
أنا أخطيت ما انكر ولافيه عذر يكفيني
سِـوا اني احبك حيل واني دايما ً انسان
انا ادري بمدى جرحك
وادري الحظ جافيني
يطول الوقت ما أخطي
وإذا أخطيت كل شي ٍ بان
انا شفت الزهر مايل
وظنيته يناديني
قطفته .. يوم ضميته .. لقيته للأسف ذبلان
عرفت انك زهر عمري
عرفت انك بساتيني
وغيرك قيض مايروى .. سرابٍ يشقي العطشان
انا لو ماحصل ماكان وشهو اللى يدرّيني
بأنك ماسواك انتى .. سكنتى القلب والوجدان
انا اسف على اعذاري
عجزت ألقى عذر فيني
يليق بغلطتي في حقك ويرجع كل شي ٍ كان
احبك كثر أخطائي
وادري انك تحبيني
وادري لو تفارقنا فلا نقدر على النسيان
اذا تقوي على فراقي وبعدي عنك .. خليني
انا مليت من دور الكرامة
ولعبت الغفران
قليل العمر ياللي انتي دموعك ما تساويني
حرام انه يضيع فراق
هي من قلها الأحزان

I am sorry

Tonight i am feeling so bad

I am feeling so lost
I just wish this day was a dream

I wish to wake up tomorrow and the pain is not there
But I know tomorrow will be soon here

and your pain is still there
I don’t know what to do, this can not be true
I just have one thing to say to you,

I love and am truly sorry for the pain I caused you

Artist: The Platter

Song : i am sorry

If Tomorrow Never comes

Endless is the search for truth in a world of mirrors,
Hence ,

Put the music up and Light your cigar and sip your wine
Don’t forget that It is just another short summer night
Tomorrow will be better; tomorrow your love will be back

Summer is the Marriage Season!? BUT what after Marriage

I apologize ahead of time that this post will be long but this topic been in my mind lately and I needed to express my thought

Summer is the marriage season as we all know. The last few weeks i have been invited for so many wedding and

engagement parties, that i haven’t even been able to cover not even 20% of them. Dose not mean am not social guy but they are so many of them in the same time. However, I have called couple of guys to congratulate them and wish them a great life, but unfortunately I couldn’t hear or sense that satisfaction and happiness. Moreover, this is very noticeable with older couples (two year and above). Which make me really wonder, what going to happen to this couple in few years? what is the relationship going to look like

Am 100% sure they will be love or at least in most of the situation. However, before we wonder around in the love story and the fact that they are going to love each other or not . Let’s define love. Funny enough every time someone ask me (have you been in love before? . I answer define love to me , and believe me that a hard question). Hence let me put some light in this matter and let me state the definition of love as it stated in Wikipedia:
‘Love is any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure ("I loved that meal") to intense interpersonal attraction ("I love my boyfriend"). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states. [Ref-1]

So basically love can be anything, and can take any shape. Basically my car has been with me for almost three year and i really love it so much. That is companionship love. So if car and it can be loved, what about human that you can interact with him/her. Hence eventually they will love , but my question is will they be any romance. That is the main factor. This factor is what i thinks missing from a lot of relationships. And it’s a big factor that people ignoring or tend to forgot about.
One might say , that romance love have very short span and will die once you live together and that what made Oscar Wilde say : (One should always be in love. That is the reason one should never marry.) [Ref-2]

Which i dont agree and thanks to Dr. Bianca P. Acevedo form University of California, Santa Barbara she confirm in her research that Romantic love can last a lifetime and lead to happier, healthier relationships.
According to Dr. Bianca P. Acevedo research romance can survive in long-term relationships and helps improve many couples' satisfaction. Acevedo says that people often erroneously believe that romantic love and passionate love are the same. “Romantic love has the intensity, engagement and sexual chemistry that passionate love has, minus the obsessive component.” She adds that passionate or obsessive love helps drive shorter relationships but not longer ones.

Acevedo and co-researcher Arthur Aron, reviewed 25 studies with 6,070 individuals in short- and long-term relationships to find out whether romantic love is associated with more satisfaction. The researchers classified the relationships in each of the studies as romantic, passionate (romantic with obsession) or friendship-like love and categorized them as long- or short-term.

In conclusion she said:
(Contrary to what has been widely believed, long-term romantic love (with intensity, sexual interest, and engagement, but without the obsessive element common in new relationships), appears to be a real phenomenon that may be enhancing to individuals’ lives— positively associated with marital satisfaction, mental health, and overall well-being. These conclusions suggest a dramatic revision of some theories and careful attention to measures of love that include or exclude obsession. In terms of real-world implications, the possibility of intense long-term romantic love sets a standard that couples (and marital therapists) can strive for that is higher than seems to have been generally considered realistic. This could also be distressing for long-term couples who have achieved a kind of contented, even happy—but not intensely romantic—status quo, assuming it is the best anyone can expect. Couples benefit from downward social comparison with other couples and will even distort their evaluation of their own relationship to an objectively unrealistically positive view (Rusbult et al., 2000). Yet, a shocking recognition of possibilities, that a long-term marriage does not necessarily kill the romance in one’s relationship, may give some couples the inspiration they need, even if challenging, to make changes that will enhance their relationship quality (and thus general well being). [Ref -3]

And she finally ended the amazing article with this question: Could Oscar Wilde be wrong?

I will leave the answer of that question for you all. However, I am sure there is hope for all of young couples who just get in with their life. And I hope to really see new people with better personality and great mentality. I wish to see more romantic love among us. And been in man society as the man he is the main driver, I ask you all man out there to look at this article and think, are you romantic enough for your beloved one, are you doing enough. Also for all women out there, men love changes. Cooking and taken care of house and kids is not all what he want. He needs your love and passionate. He needs your romance.

Am going to stop here but am sure this topic will never stop. And this page will never finish cause while am writing this article I get another text massage and guess what the massage is about. I guess you have got it right, wedding invitation……

a request , for all people out there, if you like this article and you know any new couple or you have friend that is in the way to the new life. Please forward him/her this article gives him/her the hope and the right advice and let’s works toward a better happy and loving society. Let us hope for a society with healthier and happier relationships

Reference
Ref-1: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love
Ref-2: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/o/oscarwilde143462.html
Ref-3: Article: “Does a Long-Term Relationship Kill Romantic Love?” Bianca P. Acevedo, PhD, and Arthur Aron, PhD, Stony Brook University; Review of General Psychology, Vol. 13, No. 1.
(Full text of the article is available from the APA Public Affairs Office and at http://www.apa.org/journals/releases/gpr13159.pdf)

“U turn “

في يوم من أيام الشتاء البارده ... وتحت تلك الغيوم السوداء الكاحله... وزخات المطر المتواصله... التي كانت تعزف أجمل الألحان على زجاج نافذتي الصغيره ... وصوت الرياح البارده يمتزج مع تلك الألحان الشجيه ليكونان منظومه ومعزوفه حزينه تتناغم مع همسات أبو نوره وهو يشدي بأحلى ما لديه .. لتزيد من مدى حزني ووحدتي في اغترابي ...
كنت جالسا ً على كرسي مذاكرتي متاملا ً بعض أوراق دراستي .. كنت تارة ً بين أوراقي ... وتارة ً أخرى أبحث عن لحن آخر ليتماشى مع سنوفنيه الحزن والألم التي يعزفها المطر ويشدي فيها صوت الرياح .
وفي لحظه ومن دون سابق انذار .. اسمع طرقات على نافذتي الصغيره.. طرقات لطيفه .. طرقات توقضني من أحلامي وأحزاني... في البدايه لم اكترث لأرى من هناك ... ظننت أن الرياح عصفتها... ولكن عاودت الطرقات مره اخرى...فههمت بالنهوض لأرى شبح إنسان بالنافذة... توقعت أنه زميلي قد أكثر من الشرب وسكر ولا يجد مفتاحه
فاخذت معطفي وذهبت الى الباب... فتحت ذلك الباب واذا بذلك الغريب ذو المعطف المبلل بالمطر....اذا بذلك الشخص يدنو من الباب ... لأرى فتاة غاية في الحسن والجمال... ذي عود متدلي وجسم أنيق و نظرات ساحره .. شعرها أشقر متسلسل كخيوط الحرير المفروده ... لدرجة أنك ترى كل شعرة بشعرة ... أخذت شعرها بيمينها لتهز رأسها لتتساقط حبات المطر من شعرها لتمر على خديها ... كانت تتساقط من خدها كتساقط حبات الندى من وردة حمراء مفعمة بالجمال... رأيت حبات المطر تنزل بكُره وحزن كبير كمن اكره على السقوط...وبينما أتامل واسبح في جمال ذلك الزائر الغريب ...إذا بها تقطع أحلامي وتهمس بلحن حزين وشجي... وتقول:
- مساء الخير
كانت تلك الكلمتين أعذب ما سمعت ... وأحلى ما مر على مسمعي من الألحان ....لتوقضني من الحلم مرة اخرى وتقول :
-عذرا ًعلى الإزعاج ولكن هل "اندي " هنا ... ؟
كانت تسأل عن رفيقي بالغرفه المجاوره.... فقلت:
- لعله هنا
و اشرت على غرفته .. ذهبت وطرقت بابه ولكن لا جواب ... فهمّت بالخروج و أنا لم تفارقها عيناي ... ولما وصلت الباب وهمّت بالخروج وقفت ... وأنا لا ازال متأمل لذلك الملاك ... و أقول في نفسي أني أحلم وهذا حلم فلا يعقل أن يوجد من هو بهذا الجمال
وصلت ُإلى الباب ثم رجعت ونظرت إلي نظرة رجاء وقالت :
-هل لي بكوب من الشاي يدفيني ؟، فأنا ارتجف من البرد والجو ممطر وبارد
بكل فرح وسرور تكاد عيني ترقص من الفرح ،اصطحبتها إلى المطبخ، واشرت لها أن تجلس بينما بدأت أنا بإعداد كوب الشاي، و بدأنا نتبادل أطراف الحديث وتسألني من أنا ومن أكون ؟؟.. ثم سألتها ما جاء بها في هذا الجو الممطر البارد ؟... فسكتت لبرهه .. ثم بدأت تحكي لي عن حب قديم وعن معاناتها وكم هي تعاني من قسوة السنين ... فلم اعد احتمل كلامها الحزين فقاطعتها قائلا:
-هل تأخذينه بالسكر؟
فردت بحزن:
- ما عدت اشتهي طعم السكر
ذهبت لها و بيدي كوب الشاي ومعطفي وناولتها إياها وطلبت منها أن تخلع معطفها المبلل وغطيتها بمعطفي وقلت لها :
-أنت ترتجفين
ثم ذهبت لأُعد لنفسي كوب من القهوه فأنا من عشاق الحبة السوداء.. وأخذت أكلمها محاولا التخفيف عنها .. واخبرها أنه قدرنا وأن ما قدر لنا ما كان ليصيب غيرنا ... رأيتها تتأمل في كوبها وهي ترشف رشفات دافئة منه .. ثم قامت واقتربت مني.. وقالت:
- بالله عليك أن تحضنني، أريد أن اشعر بالأمان، بالدفىء .. أريد أن اشعر أني لازلت إنسانه و أن لي كيان..
وقفت متسمراً وبكل رهبة وحيرة فتحت لها ذراعي .. ولم يعد بوسعي الكلام أو التفكير ...وما هي إلا لحظات لأشعر بشعرها الذهبي ينسدل على كتفي ...ضممتها إلى حضني أكثر .. وبينما كنت احاول أن اقول " سوف تكونين على ما يرام" وضعت إصبعها على فمي وهمست في أذني .. معلنة لحظة السكوت.. مكثنا هكذا لوقت لا أعلم إن كان بالقصير أو الطويل ولكن كنت في نعيم الأرض وفي حضن ملاك... ليرن إبريق القهوه .. ويقطع لحظة الصمت ...فسحبت نفسها من بين أحضاني ببطىء شديد .. ثم همت بالخروج وقالت :
- - شكرا جزيلا
فسألتها:
- هل تعرفين الطريق؟
فردت بإبهام غريب
- نعم
ثم سكتت لحظه وقالت :
- اممم لا... لا أظنني اعرف طريقي
فسألتها إذا كانت تريدني أن اصطحبها لآخر الطريق فالساعه كانت بعد الثالثه صباحا .. قالت:
- لا أريد أن اتعبك يكفي ما فعلته
أخذتها من يدها وأخذت معطفي ...وفي وسط الضباب المتراكم و بين قطرات المطر المتساقط .. أحسست برعشه يدها وهي تشد على يدي بقوة.. سألتها إن كانت تشعر بالبرد ... فقالت:
- ما بعمري أحسست بالدفىء كهذه اللحظة ..
وصلنا إلى طرف الطريق وخلعت معطفي ونزعت عنها معطفها المبلل و البستها معطفي وقلت :
- خذي معطفي فهو أدفأ لك ...
وودعتني بقبله صغيره ورحلت...
عدت لغرفتي الصغيره الدافئه .. كنت ارتجف من البرد ولكن تلك القبله انستني كل ما كان حولي من برد ومطر وضباب ... جلست على طرف سريري وأنا أتامل ذلك المعطف وأنا افكر هل كنت في حلم ؟ أم ماذا ؟!.. ما قد حدث لي ؟! ومن هذه الحسناء التي كسرت علي جدار وحدتي؟؟
وجاء الصباح ...واذا بطراقات على باب غرفتي
– نعم من هناك؟
سمعت صوت شجي صوت عذب ملائكي يرد ويقول :
- أنا
توجهت للباب كالمجنون ... وإذا بذلك الملاك على باب غرفتي .. قالت :
-عمت صباحا ً
تلعثمت ولم أدر ما كان جوابي .. طلبت منها الدخول ...دخلت وهي تمد لي معطفي و تقول:
- جئت لأعيد إليك معطفك و ...
توقف قلبي عن النبض واكملت قائلة :
- لقد قررت الرحيل وقد اعلنتها بداية نهاية.. بداية المسير ..نهاية العذاب ...
اخذت معطفي ورميت به على السرير .. وتناولت معطفها وقلت :
-هاك
ارجعته وقالت:
- أريدك أن تبقيه للذكرى ..وأن تذكرني به كلما رايته ...وأن تقول هي إنسانة باردة الشعور أوقدها دفئي ...نعم منذ تلك اللحظه التي ضمتني فيها ذراعك ولعبت أناملك بشعري ..أحسست أني إنسانه جديدة أحسست بالدفىء .. أحسست بكياني .. أحسست بأني إمرأه .. نعم إمرأة جديدة ..وسكتت .
وبينما أنا في ذهولي لترتمي في حضني وتطبع قبلة على شفتاي وتهمس في أذني :
- وداعا أيها الغريب ...
وقفت على الباب .. لا اعرف ما أقول .. ورأيتها تتلاشى من بين عيني وهي تلوح لي بيدها من آخر الطريق .. قائلة :
- وداعا
ومن ذلك اليوم .. وكلما سمعت زخات المطر اتناول ذلك المعطف واشم رائحته الزكيه ..وابتسم بحزن واقول في نفسي .. أين أنت يا صاحبة المعطف؟ .. أين أنت أيتها الإنسانه الجديدة ؟؟.. وأرفع رأسي للسماء لأرى ابتسامة ذلك الملاك واعرف أنها أصبحت في أحسن حال ...

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تعاريف

القـــــــــول: ان تحب بجنون وانت تفصح عما تحب
الفعــــــــل : ان تعشق بي جنون وتبدي ما تحب
الظــــــاهر: انت تقول
الحقيقـــــه: انت تفعل
الرمنســيه: انت تقول وتفعل بحب
الحـــــــب: ان تجمع كل ما سبق وتزيد عليه ... فان انقصت... فقد اخللت فيه

عودي الي

الى من سرق النوم من عيني
واهداني السهاد والارق
حلفتك بالله ان تعودي الي
فلقد طال الانتظار
ولقد تعب البدن
وعي العقل
وجف المدمع
و هلك الفؤاد

1+1= ?!

Since i was at school and i have this long lasting love to math. I just love numbers and i use to love the challenge of equations and puzzles. Until i get crashed by this puzzle: which i called ‘algebra of my life’
We all know in basic mathematics that :
1+1=2
In synergy or NLP
1+1> 2 (note 1)
However;
Me =1
You =1 ( note 2)
Me +You = 1+1
Me and you together but am still alone , hence
Me + You = me alone
But ,
Me alone =1
Than ,
Me + You = me alone
1 + 1 = 1

See how confusing this

Note1: Synergy (from the Greek syn-ergos, συνεργός meaning working together) is the term used to describe a situation where different entities cooperate advantageously for a final outcome. Simply defined, it means that the whole is greater than the sum of the individual parts. Ref-1 [http://en.wikipedia.org]

Note 2: you, you know who you are!!

All about me

Last week a friend of mine dropped me email and he was happy that am finally back to my senses and am writing again. Not really writing but as he said its just a start. As usual he always have comments in everything, most of time very valuable and sometime he just been himself ( sorry matey u always gunna be ma best buddy)
Anyway, so his comment was that my blog have no identify and i have not introduce myself in anywhere in the blog. Well after his comment i sit with myself i tried to write and am been lazy , so typical of me ,I couldn’t bother and i was saved with my lovely camera that was laying next to me and the dust is covering all its lenses. So finally i collected the stuff was in my bed and that should describe my messy life style
The picture here is all about me, so read through it and i hope you would know me better, that my identity .

I know tomorrow i will wake up with a text massage saying (damn u!!! that wasn’t helpful), but am sorry matey that the best i could come with

Have great weekend everyone

SLOW DOWN CULTURE

Today, as I been busy migrating from our old IT system to our new state of art system. Personally I feel its complete waste of resources. Most of time, we spend time in transferring our data from the system to another and getting familiarized with the new system. once you get hold with the new system and you so proud of yourself that you did so , you just get shocked with advance note that “ We going to migrate to new filing system. Anyway it’s not my topic and change is important to keep some of the HR and IT people busy (as usual I get off track!!! and I start talking about something else). During my clearance of the emails as I get loads of junks, this particular email attracted my eyes and I loved it. Hence I want to share it with you. its very good article. PLZ READ UNTIL THE END

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SLOW DOWN CULTURE...

It's been 18 years since I joined Volvo, a Swedish company. Working for them has proven to be an interesting experience. Any project here takes 2 years to be finalized, even if the idea is simple and brilliant. It's a rule. Globalize processes have caused in us (all over the world) a general sense of searching for immediate results. Therefore, we have come to posses a need to see immediate results. This contrasts greatly with the slow movements of the Swedish. They, on the other hand, debate, debate, debate, hold x quantity of meetings and work with a slowdown scheme. At the end, this always yields better results. Said in another words:

1. Sweden is about the size of San Pablo, a state in Brazil.

2. Sweden has 2 million inhabitants.

3. Stockholm, has 500,000 people.

4. Volvo, Escania, Ericsson, Electrolux, Nokia are some of its renowned companies (Volvo supplies the NASA).

The first time I was in Sweden, one of my colleagues picked me up at the hotel every morning. It was September, bit cold and snowy. We would arrive early at the company and he would park far away from the entrance (2000 employees drive their car to work). The first day, I didn't say anything, either the second or third. One morning I asked, "Do you have a fixed parking space? I've noticed we park far from the entrance even when there are no other cars in the lot." To which he replied, "Since we're here early we'll have time to walk, and whoever gets in late will be late and need a place closer to the door. Don't you think so? Imagine my face.

Nowadays, there's a movement in Europe named Slow Food. This movement establishes that people should eat and drink slowly, with enough time to tastetheir food, spend time with the family, friends, without rushing. Slow Food is against its counterpart: the spirit of Fast Food and what it stands for as a lifestyle. Slow Food is the basis for a bigger movement called Slow Europe, as mentioned by Business Week. Basically, the movement questions the sense of "hurry" and craziness" generated by globalization, fueled by the desire of "having in quantity" (life status) versus "having with quality", "life quality" or the quality of being".

French people, even though they work only 35 hours per week, are more productive than Americans or British. Germans have established 29 hour workweeks and have seen their productivity been driven up by 20%. This slow attitude has brought forth the US's attention, pupils of the fast and the "do it now!". This no-rush attitude doesn't represent doing less or having a lower productivity. It means working and doing things with greater quality, perfection, with more attention to detail and less stress. It means reducing rejects and wastage. It means reestablishing family values, friends, free and leisure time. Taking the "now", present and concrete, versus the "global", undefined and anonymous future. It means taking humans' essential values, the simplicity of living. It stands for a less coercive work environment, more happy, lighter and more productive where humans enjoy doing what they know best how to do.

It's time to stop and think on how companies need to develop serious quality with no-rush that will increase productivity and the quality of products and services, without losing the essence of spirit.

In the movie, Scent of a Woman, there's a scene where Al Pacino asks a girl to dance and she replies, "I can't, my boyfriend will be here any minute now". To which Al responds, "A life is lived in an instant". Then they dance to a tango.

Many of us live our lives running behind time, but we only reach it when we die of a heart attack or in a car accident rushing to be on time. Others are so anxious of living the future that they forget to live the present, which is the only time that truly exists. We all have equal time throughout the world. No one has more or less. The difference lies in how each one of us does with our time. We need to live each moment. As John Lennon said, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans".

Congratulations for reading till the end of this message. There are many who will have stopped in the middle so as not to waste time in this globalized world.

Nalin S Kohli

DirectorVidya

SanskarInternational School for Holistic Learning

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My Reflection and thought on the article:

Unfortunately looking at this article we can all notice that what we are doing is completely the opposite of what other successful community do. we have get effected with “ US ill culture ”. we became over busy, we don’t have to reflect nor to plan and decide , we became modern “cowboys” . How many times we have heard the worlds “am busy”, “sorry I couldn’t find time”, “I have hectic schedule” and many other words that we use to get excuse not to do something.

Moreover, up I highlighted few lines that I think its worth looking at and explore the great atheist behind it. I love to see some of us rethink his life and plan it in SLOW MODE. I have been rushing everything in my life and looking back at it , I wish I had more time but no point looking back , I hope this article will change something on me ( right now am full with idea , but am worried when I wake up tomorrow I would wake up the same person I was yesterday , only more grey hair )

انت منذ الان غيرك --- محمود درويش

قصتي مع هذي الرائعه الجميله من روائع الاستاذ الراحل محمود درويش

Tonight while i was going through some of my suitcase that laying on the floor since I came back from abroad. I found one of my favourite books, it been with me the last two year wherever i go. And i remember one thing that happen to me because of that book and more specifically this one line.
Obviously, it wasn’t because of the line , nor the poem nor my great teacher Mamood darwish. It was only one of my stupid moments.

My mood wasn’t clear and it was in the worse ever state you can imagine. I was cold, bored lonely, tired, hungry, Irritated, depressed, oversensitive and all combined with total mood swings with alternating sadness and anger. (And we say that men don’t PMS

Now I will let you read through this amazing piece of art and the line that gets me in trouble is highlighted in red. To clarify the line is great, just make sure if you want to use it use it wisely.

NB For my English reader I promise to try and post the English version of this piece of art once I found the best translation for it.

هل كان علينا أن نسقط من عُلُوّ شاهق، ونرى ‏دمنا على أيدينا... لنُدْرك أننا لسنا ملائكة.. كما كنا نظن؟

‏وهل كان ‏علينا أيضاً أن نكشف عن عوراتنا أمام الملأ، كي لا تبقى حقيقتنا عذراء؟

‏كم ‏كَذَبنا حين قلنا: نحن استثناء!

‏أن تصدِّق نفسك أسوأُ من أن تكذب على ‏غيرك!

‏أن نكون ودودين مع مَنْ يكرهوننا، وقساةً مع مَنْ يحبّونَنا - تلك ‏هي دُونيّة المُتعالي، وغطرسة الوضيع!

‏أيها الماضي! لا تغيِّرنا... كلما ‏ابتعدنا عنك!

أيها المستقبل: لا تسألنا: مَنْ أنتم؟

وماذا تريدون مني؟ ‏فنحن أيضاً لا نعرف.

‏أَيها الحاضر! تحمَّلنا قليلاً، فلسنا سوى عابري ‏سبيلٍ ثقلاءِ الظل!

‏الهوية هي: ما نُورث لا ما نَرِث. ما نخترع لا ما ‏نتذكر. الهوية هي فَسادُ المرآة التي يجب أن نكسرها كُلَّما أعجبتنا الصورة!

‏تَقَنَّع وتَشَجَّع، وقتل أمَّه.. لأنها هي ما تيسَّر له من الطرائد.. ولأنَّ ‏جنديَّةً أوقفته وكشفتْ له عن نهديها قائلة: هل لأمِّك، مثلهما؟

‏لولا ‏الحياء والظلام، لزرتُ غزة، دون أن أعرف الطريق إلى بيت أبي سفيان الجديد، ولا اسم ‏النبي الجديد!

‏ولولا أن محمداً هو خاتم الأنبياء، لصار لكل عصابةٍ نبيّ، ‏ولكل صحابيّ ميليشيا!

‏أعجبنا حزيران في ذكراه الأربعين: إن لم نجد مَنْ ‏يهزمنا ثانيةً هزمنا أنفسنا بأيدينا لئلا ننسى!

‏مهما نظرتَ في عينيّ.. فلن ‏تجد نظرتي هناك. خَطَفَتْها فضيحة!

‏قلبي ليس لي... ولا لأحد. لقد استقلَّ ‏عني، دون أن يصبح حجراً.

‏هل يعرفُ مَنْ يهتفُ على جثة ضحيّته - أخيه: >‏الله أكبر< ‏أنه كافر إذ يرى الله على صورته هو: أصغرَ من كائنٍ بشريٍّ

سويِّ ‏التكوين؟

‏أخفى السجينُ، الطامحُ إلى وراثة السجن، ابتسامةَ النصر عن ‏الكاميرا. لكنه لم يفلح في كبح السعادة السائلة من عينيه .

‏رُبَّما لأن النصّ ‏المتعجِّل كان أَقوى من المُمثِّل.

‏ما حاجتنا للنرجس، ما دمنا ‏فلسطينيين.

‏وما دمنا لا نعرف الفرق بين الجامع والجامعة، لأنهما من جذر ‏لغوي واحد، فما حاجتنا للدولة... ما دامت هي والأيام إلى مصير واحد؟.

‏لافتة كبيرة على باب نادٍ ليليٍّ: نرحب بالفلسطينيين العائدين من المعركة. ‏الدخول مجاناً! وخمرتنا... لا تُسْكِر!.

‏لا أستطيع الدفاع عن حقي في ‏العمل، ماسحَ أحذيةٍ على الأرصفة

.‏لأن من حقّ زبائني أن يعتبروني لصَّ أحذية ـ ‏هكذا قال لي أستاذ جامعة!.

>‏أنا والغريب على ابن عمِّي. وأنا وابن ‏عمِّي على أَخي. وأَنا وشيخي عليَّ<. ‏ هذا هو الدرس الأول في التربية الوطنية ‏الجديدة، في أقبية الظلام. ‏

من يدخل الجنة أولاً؟ مَنْ مات برصاص العدو، أم ‏مَنْ مات برصاص الأخ؟

‏بعض الفقهاء يقول: رُبَّ عَدُوٍّ لك ولدته أمّك!.‏

لا يغيظني الأصوليون، فهم مؤمنون على طريقتهم الخاصة. ولكن، يغيظني أنصارهم ‏العلمانيون، وأَنصارهم الملحدون الذين لا يؤمنون إلاّ بدين وحيد: صورهم في ‏التلفزيون!

.‏سألني: هل يدافع حارس جائع عن دارٍ سافر صاحبها، لقضاء إجازته ‏الصيفية في الريفيرا الفرنسية أو الايطالية.. لا فرق؟‏

قُلْتُ: لا يدافع!.‏

وسألني: هل أنا + أنا = اثنين؟

‏قلت: أنت وأنت أقلُّ من واحد!.

‏لا ‏أَخجل من هويتي، فهي ما زالت قيد التأليف. ولكني أخجل من بعض ما جاء في مقدمة ابن ‏خلدون.

‏أنت، منذ الآن، غيرك!

عشقتك والهوى قدر

عشقتك والهوى قدر
عشقتك انك قمر
هويتك انت غاليتي
هويتك انت امنيتي
رسمتك في الدنا امل
رسمتك لسنا اجل
فصرتي حلمى الازلي
وصرتي غايتي امالي
لان حبك الازلي
تعرش خافقي الابدي

انت البحر فاتنتي
انت الود قاتلتي
انت من لها قلبي
ينادي انك املي

لماذا صرتي قاتلتي
لماذا الحب ادماني
لماذا اسكبت عيني
دموعا طعمها قاسي
لماذا البحر يفتنني
وفي اعماقه ماتوا
لماذا اليل يسهرني
وفي اعماقه ناموا

ويبقى الحب نظرتنا
ويبقى المر جرعاتي
وتبقى كلمة مره
ترفرف وسط دمعاتي

"احبك انك املي "
احبك انك شوقي”"
احبك انني ثمل
وذاق الخمر مراتا
ولكن خمره كلم
تجرعه بلاذاتي
فقد اسكرته حقا
يوما قلتي "اهواك"

انجلترا -2005

how much do i love u

how much do i love u?
well, let's say a lot.
i always think of me and you together,
and i just "liked" you, you thought...
how much do i love u?
let's say i think about being with you everyday.
it's like an endless dream i have,
and it'll never fade away...
how much do i love u?
let's say i talk about you with pride.
i tell people how much i care for you
and how i'll always be by your side...
how much do i love u?
let's say it's better than a gift..
i will love you and only you,
and my feelings will always stay like this...
i love u.

California, USA, 2009

اشفيك منتا مثل اول

اشفيك منتا مثل اول
اشفيك صاير مبتعد عني
اشفيك صرت ما تسال
اشفيك قلبك ما يبي قربي

اش غيرك .... اش بدلك
انت معي .. ادري معي
بس منتا مثل اول

ادري اليالي مظلمه
ادرى القلوب معتمه
بس قلبك عني يبتعد
هذا الذي ما كنت عمري احسبه

انا السبب .. ولا انت السبب
ولا في شخص ثالث بيننا

حبيبتي........ يا مهجتي....... يا فرحتي
في دنيتي .... في وحدتي ... في غربتي
ابكي واقول ............ واشهو حصل
وشهو جرى .......... مالي انا ومال الحزن

ادري العمر دايم يمر
ادري الدموع دايم تسيل
بس اني اغرق في الدموع
لا مو يصير

ليه انا دايم انا
ليه ما يمر يومي سعيد
وليه الفرح عن دنيتي ولا بعيد
وليه الفرج صاير معي دايم عنيد

ورقه قديمه كتبت في: انجلترا - 2005

انا وقاتلتي

وقفت على طرف سريري ... وقفت وفي يديها ذلك الخنجر الملطخه بدماء قلبي الصادق
قلبي الذي بنبظ حبنا وعشقا لها ... قلبي الذي ما فكر يوما ان يكون سو وفيا مخلصا لها
قلبي الذي بث حبها وعشقها في كل بقعه من جسدي
نعم قتلته ووقفت على طرف سريري..
وقفت لا لتتلذذ بذرفاتي دمي ...
لا لتتلذذ بدمعاتي ... لا لتتلذذ .. بنفراتي ....
وقفت متجمده ..وفي عينيها ابهام مغموض... وقفت ومزجت دمي بدمعها الطاهر
نعم كانت دمعاتها صادقه ...
ولاول مره تدمع عينيها وتقول "أحــــــــبك "
الان احبك.. قالتها كا المجنونه
“قتلتك لانني اجبك”
لم اعرف كم احببتك الا اليوم
لم اعرف اني اعزك الا اليوم
فقتلتك ....لانني احبك
قتلتك لانني لا استطيع انا اراك في عذاب
ولاني امراة .... وليس لي ولاء
ولان حبي لك هو مصدر الشقاء
ارت انا اريحك
اردت ان تموت في يدي
ولكنني اقولها بكل صدق ..."انني احبك"
وامسكت يدي ...وخطلت الدموع بالدماء
وبدات النهايه ...نهاية الدموع ... نهاية النزيف..
نهاية الشقاء ...نهاية الوفاء ... نهاية الحبيب
نهاية الجميع......... نهاية الجميع
نعم نهاية الجميع .. لانها غادرة الحياه مع اخر الانفاس
نعم غادرة الحياه ... واصبح الاثنين في محسب الاموات

اول الاوراق المبعثره

كتبت في : شفيلد - انجلترا- 2004

الابجدية الاولى

بدايتا.... تسعدني اطلالتكم على مدونتي البسيطه
في البدايه اود ان اوضح قصتي مع هذه المدونه ورسم خطوط هذه الصفحه الخجلاء
لقد بدات هذه المدونه بي تشجيع مستمر من عزيز على قلبي
لاني و بكل امانه ... لست بكاتب .. ولا شاعر .. ولا قاص ... ولا اديب
الا ان حبي لي قلمي --- وصداقتي القديمه معه انتجت اوراق مبعثره
ولكن كان مصير اغلب هذه الاوراق الاندثار والاختفاء الغريب من ادراجي
ولربما اختفت قصدا لانها كانت هزيلة... خجلا ... فقررت الهروب
وربما اندثرت بسبب اهمالي لها ... وانقطاعي عنها
ولي الاسف تطاول اهمالي لي يصل الى رفيق عمري وصديقي
منذ ايام ... وانا في زحمة الانشغال .. احتجت الى قلم لي اخط به كلمات بسيطه او رقم
فلم اجد ... اتجهت الي رفقائي الاربعه ... ولكن لي الاسف .. كلنا فقدنا اقلمنا في عصر التطور والتكنولوجيا
فعدت الي غرفتي الصغيره.... واخذت ابحث عن قلمي .. بحثت هنا وهناك ... لي اجده وقد جف حبره من الهجر
وجدته بين كتب واوراق مهجوره --- اظنه جاء للكتب لي يشكوا هجري له ... فوجدها تبكي من هجري ...
قلمي العزيز...ان كلمات العذر لن تكفي ولن تغير او تشفع لي زلتي هذه .... فسوف التزم الصمت واكتب بك هذه الكلمات البسيطه
لي نبدا بها . .. ابجدية جديدة .. لعل اورقنا هذه المره تبقا بفضل التكنولوجيا التي حرمتني من صحبتك كل هذه المده
نعم كتبت هذه الكلمات بي قلمي وعلى دفتري القديم ... الذي يمله التراب ... ومن ثم نقلتها هنا
هذه قصتي مع قلمي .... وهذه بدايه مدونتي
هنا ---- سوف اعرض عليكم ما يخطه قلمي العزيز
كذلك سوف اعرض عليكم ما تبقا او اما اجد من تلك الاوراق المبعثره
ومعكم ساحاول اعادت تدوين ذالك الكتاب الذي تساقطت احرفه ...
ومعكم سوف احاول اعادت ترتيب الابجديه
ومنكم اتعلم كل الابجديات

وفي الختام .... شكرا مدرستي الغاليه... فمنك تعلمت الابجديه