in my heart

Here in my hearty i will nourish you with my love & give you from the well of tenderness within me that you may become all you are meant to be… all that your deepest heart wishes to be May God grant you always..a sheltering Angel so nothing can harm you, a moonbeam to charm you Heaven to hear you Remember,no matter where you are, there will always be someone who cares, thinking about you, and still there for you. Always remember that your loved ones can hear the cry of your soul……even if you are far apart from them ….they can feel your thoughts….DISTANCE NEVER SEPERATES THE SOULS……

Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha (1951), Chapter: Awakening

He reflected deeply, until this feeling completely overwhelmed him and he reached a point where he recognized causes; for to recognize causes, it seemed to him, is to think, and through thought along feelings become knowledge and are not lost, but become real and being to mature.

BY THE RIVER PIEDRA I SAT DOWN AND WEPT~Paulo Coelho

We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside
us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot
silence its voice.
The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is
the kingdom of heaven.
If we are not reborn–if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and
the enthusiasm of childhood–it makes no sense to go on living.
There are many ways to commit suicide. Those who try to kill the body violate
God’s law. Those who try to kill the soul also violate God’s law, even though
their crime is less visible to others.
We have to pay attention to what the child in our heart tells us. We should not
be embarrassed by this child. We must not allow this child to be scared because
the child is alone and is almost never heard.
We must allow the child to take the reins of our lives. The child knows that
each day is different from every other day.
We have to allow it to feel loved again. We must please this child–even if this
means that we act in ways we are not used to, in ways that may seem foolish to
others.
Remember that human wisdom is madness in the eyes of God. But if we listen to
the child who lives in our soul, our eyes will grow bright. If we do not lose
contact with that child, we will not lose contact with life.

in few words

The time you have now will never come back. You can’t live it again, so why not make the best of it? Whatever makes you happy…

Earth by Khalil Gibran

How beautiful you are, Earth, and how sublime! What wisdom in your obedience to the light, and what nobility in your submission to the sun! How seductive you are when veiled in shadow and how radiant is your face beneath the mask of darkness! How crystalline are your songs at dawn and how marvelous are the praises sung at the hour of your twilight! How perfect you are, Earth, and how majestic! I have crossed your plains and climbed your mountains; I have gone down into your valleys and entered your caves. On the plains I have discovered your dreams, on the mountains I have admired your splendid presence. And in the valleys I have observed your tranquility; among the rocks I have felt your firmness; in the caves I have touched your mysteries. You who are relaxed in your strength, haughty in your modesty, humble in your arrogance, gentle in your resistance, limpid in your secrets. I have crossed your seas, explored your rivers, and walked the banks of your streams. I have heard Eternity speak through your ebb and flow and the ages return the echoes of your melodies over your hillsides. And I have heard Life calling to itself in your mountain passes and along your valley slopes. You are the tongue and lips of Eternity, the cords and fingers of Eternity, the thoughts and words of Life. Your Spring awoke me and led me towards your forests, where your breathing exhales in the distance its sweet perfume in spirals of incense. Your Summer invited me into your fields to be present at your labor, at the birth of your jewel-like fruits. Your Autumn showed me, in your vineyards, your blood running like wine. Your winter took me into its bed where your purity broadcasts its flakes of snow. You are fragrance when young, force when growing, magnificence in middle life, and with the ice of old age, you are crystal. On a starry night I opened the lock-gates of my soul and went out to be at your side, with a curious and hungry heart. And I saw you looking at the stars which were smiling at you. Then I cast off my chains and shackles, for I discovered that the lodging of the soul is your universe, that its desires grow within yours, that its peace dwells within your peace, and that its joy lies in that long hair of stars that the night spreads over your body. One misty night, weary of idle dreaming, I went to meet you. And you appeared to me like a giant armed with furious tempests, fighting the past by means of the present, overturning the old to the advantage of the new, and letting the strong scatter the weak. In this way, I learned that the law of Man is your law. I learned that he who does not break up his branches dried out by his own tempest will die of indifference. And he who does not rebel to make his own dead leaves fall will perish from indolence. Immense are your gifts, Earth, and deep are your groans; long too are the languishing of your heart for your children who have been led astray by their greed on the path of their truth. We cry out to each other, and you smile. We go astray, and you pay the penalty for us. We soil things, and you sanctify. And we blaspheme, and you bless. We sleep without ever dreaming, and you dream in your eternal wakefulness. We speak to you while piercing your breast with swords and lances, and you heal our wound-like words with the scented oil of your waters. We sow our bones and skulls in the palm of your hand, and you make willows and cypresses grow. We store our refuse and excrement within your caves and you fill our attics and taverns. We disfigure you with our blood and you wash our hands in the Eden river. We dissect your entrails in order to extract cannon and rockets from them, and from our bones you create the lily and dew. Earth, you are long-suffering and magnanimous. And the Earth cries out to the soil: “I am the womb and sepulcher and I shall remain thus until the stars fade away and the sun turns into ashes.”

Eight Gifts that Do Not Cost A Cent:

 

1) THE GIFT OF LISTENING . . . But you must REALLY listen. No interrupting, no daydreaming, no planning your response. Just listening. 2) THE GIFT OF AFFECTION . . . Be generous with appropriate hugs, kisses, pats on the back and handholds. Let these small actions demonstrate the love you have for family and friends. 3) THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER . . . Clip cartoons. Share articles and funny stories. Your gift will say, “I love to laugh with you.” 4) THE GIFT OF A WRITTEN NOTE . . . It can be a simple “Thanks for the help” note or a full sonnet. A brief, handwritten note may be remembered for a lifetime, and may even change a life. 5) THE GIFT OF A COMPLIMENT . . . A simple and sincere, “You look great in red,” “You did a super job” or “That was a wonderful meal” can make someone’s day. 6) THE GIFT OF A FAVOR . . . Every day, go out of your way to do something kind. 7) THE GIFT OF SOLITUDE . . . There are times when we want nothing better than to be left alone. Be sensitive to those times and give the gift of solitude to others. 8) THE GIFT OF A CHEERFUL DISPOSITION . . . The easiest way to feel good is to extend a kind word to someone, really it’s not that hard to say, Hello or Thank You. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

daddy

كان العيد صدر أبي… ملونا بألف ضحكة… ألف أرجوحة… بألف إغفاءة… صدر أبي… كان… يغزل في الليالي الحالكة عصفوراً ملون الريش كثير الحنان …ألهو حتى أنام … صدر أبي كان منجم فرح… غابات لا حدود لها من الدفء …. مزارع زهور برية … موطن حمائم… صدر أبي كان… أحلى من أي عيد… أين عيناك تحصيان طول قامتي ؟!!… نبض قلبي … خطو يومي … وضحكة غنج كنت تحبها؟!!! كل ذلك الترف أين غاب ؟!! وأين الحكايات التي لم تنتهي ؟…….. كم تبدلت أيامي وأحلامي …. كبرت طفلتك في الصقيع… وغربها دفئك عن كل دفء… صدرك البارد أبي …. أوقف زمن الدفء …. فصارت كل الساعات مثل صدرك…. فهل أوجعك الفراق مثل ما أوجع قلبي….. …..أحبك….

STONE

 

 TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING 
THROUGH THE DESERT  . 
DURING SOME POINT OF THE 
JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN 
ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND 
SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE 
IN THE FACE 

THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED 
WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT 
SAYING ANYTHING, 
WROTE IN THE SAND , 

TODAY MY BEST FRIEND 
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE . 

THEY KEPT ON WALKING, 
UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, 
WHERE THEY DECIDED 
TO TAKE A BATH 

THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN 
SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE 
MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, 
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. 

AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM 
THE NEAR DROWNING, 
HE WROTE ON A STONE: 

‘TODAY MY BEST FRIEND 
SAVED MY LIFE’ 

THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED 
AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND 
ASKED HIM, ‘AFTER I HURT YOU, 
YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, 
YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?’ 

THE FRIEND REPLIED 
‘WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US 
WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN 
IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF 
FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.   

BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES  SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, 
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE 
WHERE NO WIND 
CAN EVER ERASE IT’ 

LEARN TO WRITE 
YOUR HURTS IN 
THE SAND AND TO 
CARVE YOUR 
BENEFITS IN STONE

Because you are my friend I would do for you all that my heart and my soul and body are capable of doing.

I would cry with you and share your burdens when you are down.

I would laugh with you and rejoice with you when you have achieved.

I would be there when you want my company and I would be gone when you do not.

But do not expect perfection from me, for the day shall come when I let you down and you will be hurt.

And when I let you down, it will not be because I desire to hurt you, nor because I do not still love you. It will only be because I am human and that is one frailty from which no one can escape.

الحب الصامت

الصمت يكون مفتاحاً للكثير … وكم يحكي الصمت يا قمر!!!… كم يغني … وكم يبكي.. وكم يضحك… هو والله ألف لغة … وكذلك الحب الصامت أعظم (ربما) من العشق الناطق… لكنه مؤلم … بقدر ما هو مفرح…. يداوي بقدر ما يجرح…..ويحير كثيراً كثييييييييييييراً… ويترك  أسئلة بلا أجوبة… ومساحات مفتوحة للخيال