rocking the boat.

10:26:00 PM cc 0 Comments


I remember once in my freshman year my English teacher asked each one of us abt where we see ourselves in 5 years, I can't deny the fact that I spoke big things and dreamt abt a way too higher expectations. last night when I put my head on my pillow,a flood of thoughts and facts hit my mind that made it hard for me to fall asleep. when I realized that I met some of the expectations, postponed others, and sucket at the rest, one of the major lessons that life tought me this year is that u can zigged it before u zagged, sucking at sth isn't that bad after all Lool.
I had the opportunity to live 22 years old, hamdu li Allah, becoming a complete mature lady, becoming an architect of my reality; empowered to create it as I choose. always set my own pace in life without being governed by traditions and have the ability to implement my ideas with efficiency and determination.
I hope that Allah will multiply wisdom and help me make better decisions, peace that passes understanding. vindicate us for the wrongs that have been done. pay me back for unfair situations.
I always Dared to trust Allah, and Always will. this is my ultimate concern.
I always believed about what has been stated as follows:" Time gives legitimacy to my existence. Time is the only true unit of measure. It gives proof to the existence of matter. Without time, we do not exist."
so here is the thing dears, don't fight change; embrace it, and you will step into the fullness of what it has been stored for u,
So at times, a friend may walk away. lose them unexpectedly, Allah will stir things up and may even allow a friend to do you wrong, because a door must be closed for others to be opened in order to move ahead, you might be afraid from rocking the boat, but sometimes you must turn the boat over.

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الرجل ذو اللحية السوداء

10:24:00 PM cc 0 Comments


الرجل ذو اللحية السوداء 
                 لسامية أحمد


لم افاجئ كثيرا بتوقعاتي على أن بطل الرواية سيكون في نظر الآخريين ارهابيا و لكن ما أعجبني في هذه الرواسة عن غيرها هو أن قصة الحب بدءة بزواج على عكس القصص الكلاسيكية أين يلتقي رجل و امراة, يحباني بعضهما و يتزوجان بعد العدبد من المشاكل التي بتنى نراها في غالب اذ لم اقل كل الروايات و المسلسلات, ما اعجبني اكثر هو الدرس الذي لقنه علي ل سارة عن ماهية السعادة الحقيقية

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Ignorance brings chaos,not knowledge

11:40:00 PM cc 0 Comments

Learning is always a painful process, like when you're little and your bones are growing and you ache all over. what if you could remember the sound of your own bones growing ? like this grinding under the skin, sure every thing would be different. It's funny how much we are concerned with who we were and what we wanted to be. But what if you had access to the furthest reaches of your brain ? you would absolutely see things clearly, you will see that what makes us us it's primitive, they're all obstacles. Does this make any sense ?
the plow,wheel, painting press, refrigeration, communication, stream engine, automobile, light bulb, Computer, Uranium enrichment, Internet...those all knowledge, was mankind ready for it ? especially in a world where we still so driven by power and profit, given man's nature, It may bring us only instability and chaos.

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Flower pot

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It was a special day, people go and come in small groups like if it was a festival, ike if it wasn't for me. I was in the middle of that, three angled corner that looked like an old Arabic tiny street where walls were so brown and covered with some green trees, a familiar and lovely place, I was going and coming with those groups, my eyes pointed  the small balcony, every moment that goes by without seeing you, something  in my mind tells me to be patient, it is never too late,  holding that flower pot hoping to get the one I'm seeing in the tree at the same balcony, it is a bit higher to me to reach it, people kept coming and going randomly, they didn't know what they want but I did.
finally, a volumic beautiful voice that I like touched my ears , the voice that I wanted to hear most and that I recognized it from thousands of others, I twitched my face which was looking to the flower pot up to see that happy face with a big smile well drown on it, my body was frozen, my heart pulses were risen that I could hear them in my ears,  an Angel face , The smile broke across your face the way the sunrise set the clouds on fire.It was you, you were laughing as usual, smiling that crooked smile that I love when your lips turn up in a private smile, you became somehow on the ground near me.
Looking for the three flowers, a small red flower in a red plastic pot that you were holding in your hands, we were kneeling, the three flowers on the ground now, I don't feel people anymore, time suddenly stopped, I couldn't fathom the whole situation out, how can I ?, and the sheer beauty at the way you always phrase your words never failed to amaze me, couldn't seem to pull in enough oxygen from the air, I was in the habit of touching that flower pot whenever the chance presented itself, playing like a baby girl, laughing like I never did before. How I wouldn't and the happiness was meant to be born in your piercing crystalized eyes.
~ Fouzia

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pa para paradox....

1:07:00 AM cc 0 Comments


I have quite known Sisilia's  relation with Romio, I got Lorando and I'm still wanna get rid of Sheldon....
I admit it...I'm paradoxically girl...
it is kindda Fun huh ?

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Another way of stating the fundamental conflict in my mind

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My drive to specialness, to individual identity is but the drive to avoid relationship, which, in any ultimate sense, is impossible. Therefore, as long as I persist in the belief
Pain ?  the pain engendered by this split cannot be wished away and can only be pushed into sub-consciousness and projected onto something seemingly external. 

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wish you were there...

11:24:00 PM cc 0 Comments



I lean my head against the car window, watching the scenery zip by, a tableau of dark green fir trees dotted with snow, wispy strands of white fog, and heavy gray storm clouds up above. It's so warm in the car that the windows keep fogging up, and I draw little squiggles in the condensation. Happy to be in a warm car with my sonata and my family. I close my eyes.

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