جريمة قتل ضحيتها الذكرى…
استدعيت اليوم الى المحكمة
بتهمة ماذا ؟
ارتديت ثوب الطمأنينة
لم ار مثلها قط
كلنا كنا نقف
و الباقي ..
كلنا ننتظر حكماً
كلنا محكوم علينا بالاعدام
في جريمة قتل ضحيتها الذكرى…
مشيت اليوم في درب افكاري
فقرّرت أن أخلد للصمت
ادع صمتي يتكلّم
صمتي علا و لا اظنّ احداً سمعه
جمعت كلّ أفكاري
و رميتها في سلة الذّكريات
لا أحد يسمعك…
How many of u thought that the number 0 is so weak , with our grades 0 is a horror number.
Well , if you think about it , 0 is a powerful number , whatever number you multiply by a zero , it automatically becomes a zero .
Zero is where all starts , you cannot go under a zero when you begin something . You start with it and begin to rise and rise above the zero , but we could always have in thoughts that we began from zero !
فكر فيها 😀
I always wondered about this beautiful time of the day called morning , Im really amazed by it , a day ends , another begins, new hope on the horizon ,
“Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light”
For me , morning is what it keeps me believing that we can start a new beginning any time , turn any page we would like to turn from the book called life .
And how beautiful if we bought a flower in the morning and celebrate the new day ..
“Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn”
If you’ve ever been awake the whole night , sitting on the balcony , contemplating the whole view in front of you , the sky, the stars , and the moon , And observing this magical turning point , from night to day , the dawn!
“I have always felt that the moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours. No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies before you, absolutely anything may happen. And the fact that it practically always doesn’t, matters not a jot. The possibility is always there”-Monica Baldwin-
We really do see miracles every day , and yet we still complain …
Be thankful !
Morning Has Broken
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the word
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day
India Arie – A beautiful day :
It was three years ago , when i felt this horrible , deep frustration , annoyment ; while I was walking down the streets of cairo and i looked up at one building and saw israel flag just waving there , it was a horrible feeling , why in the world should the flag be waving in Egypt …
Yet yesterday was the big joy , when i knew the flag was not there anymore , and the egyptian flag started waving in its place , as it should a long time ago !
Link: احمد الشحات البطل
Not only the flag news that made me happy , but also when the egypt withdrawed its ambassador from israel ! Link :Jazeera , withdraws Egypt ambassador from israel
It ‘s a baby step i know , but i also know , that every mile begins with a single step !
سبب اعجابي بهذه القصيدة ، ربما، حبي الكبير لصوت الكمان. احيانا اشعر و كأن الكمان يتكلم ، كل نغمة تحكي قصة . فعند سماعي لكل نغمة ، اسافر الى مكان بعيد ، لا احتاج لجواز سفر ولا حتى لطيارة!
أسافر في القطارات العتيقة
كي أتحدث للغرباء المسنين
أرفع صوتي ليغطي على ضجة العجلات
وأغفو على نبضات القطار الحديدية القلب
تهدر مثل الطواحين لكنها بغتةً..تتباعد شيئاً فشيئاً..ويصحو نداء الكمان
أسير مع الناس ، في المهرجانات
أصغي لبوق الجنود النحاسيّ
يملأ حلقي غبار النشيد الحماسيّ
لكنني فجأة… لا أرى
تتلاشى الصفوف أمامي وينسرب الصوت مبتعداً
رويداً يعود إلى القلب صوت الكمان
لماذا إذا تهيأت للنوم… يأتي الكمان؟
فأصغي .. آتياً من مكان بعيد
فتصمت: همهمة الريح خلف الشبابيك ،
نبض الوسادة في أذني،
تتراجع دقات قلبي،
وأرحل… في مدن لم أزرها
شوارعها: فضة وبناياتها : من خيوط الأشعة ألقى التي واعدتني على ضفة النهر… واقفة
وعلى كتفيها يحط اليمام الغريب
ومن راحتيها يغط الحنان
صار الكمان… كعوب بنادق
وصار يمام الحدائق
قنابلَ تسقط في كل آن ..
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Such a great source of inspiration ! : )
A couple of days ago , i began reading “Like the flowing river ” by Paul Coelho , what exited me about this book is that it’s a set of short stories , and every story is a life changing one , so far ive read about 10 stories . This story had a huge impact on me , here it is …
A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked:‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’
His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson:
I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’
Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special.
‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’
‘That depends on how you look at things.
It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.’
‘First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.’
‘Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpner. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.
‘Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.’
‘Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.’
‘Finally, the pencil’s fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. in just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action’
Hope you are leaving inspired ! : )
Stay tuned for other stories coming soon in the pages near you 😀