Years.. Years

It's a long way.. One year is never enough.

By the end of every year, a pain sneaks into my heart.
A year just passed, did anything change?
A lost child we have seen yesterday... Did he ever get back to his mother?
A homeless family we knew... Is it safe today?
A mother crying over her son. A little orphan. A lonely old man. Have their tears dried up yet, or did they just overlook the sadness?
Forgotten books.... Missing cultures that once pioneered... Knowledge we try to preserve... Are they remembered today? or.. will they be, tomorrow?
Year after another. Nothing has changed.
We still call for unity. But we no longer work for it.
We study. But we don't learn.
We teach. But no one wants to learn.
We complain about injustice. We see it every day, but no one says a word.
We reject racism. But we practice it.
Many other things, still as they ever were.
A year has passed. And I don't know how!

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God's willing, this blog is gradually moving to this address somewhere else HERE . No more posts to be published here, but any updates are to be made here, if necessary. See you later there, and thank you for your patience.

Lost - Selfishness



Lonely Bench - By: Ragesoss

Even though I wanted to remain a child as long as possible, I, finally, grew up to be a teenager.

I still remember what kind of a girl I was - a girl who loves everything,  hates everyone except her friends.

My friends meant everyone for me. As long as I have them, I wouldn't need anyone else.

I would do anything for them. I would never be lonely again.

So, can you imagine how sad I was, when I lost my only best friend?

I call it "my first experience with selfish people"!

The Beginning - My Mother

Mom's Favorites: Galaxy bar, French Macarons, Bounty and KitKat bars, and Rose Madeleines

As I promised, I am trying to post some pieces of my diaries.

The first one is my beloved seven-year-old. It introduced me to writing, if I remember correctly.

To me, it means everything - to start, stay firm, aim for the stars, thank, and love.

Reading this gives me a feeling of innocence -  a feeling of childhood.

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My Mother...

The most gentle word I can ever say. The most beautiful feeling my heart can describe.

Like a garden of love, or a sea of purity. She is the gift of God, and the giver of kindness.

The best person ever stepped on earth - Prophet Mohammed, peace be upon him,  advised us to take care of her.

A Blooming Flower..

Breezes of freedom starts blowing..

The dark night starts to fade.. The light struggles to embrace the horizon..

The hope is shining..

The dream is blooming..

And I step forward, toward my goals.

Where the Preparatory Year ends, my life begins!

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Sorry Agatha Christie. "Endless Night" doesn't exist.

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The shadows of my dream are being colored. Just like when the sunlight breaks into my dark room, my dream is trying gradually to sneak into my life.

I can see it clearly - My dream is not only a dream anymore.

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Year after another, sweet and sour days all pass.

As much as I go forward, my memories take me back. Simply put, I can't stop remembering.

Only my memories can push me forward, show me what I achieved, and guide me to my goals. They can tell me my favorite story, with all its details - a story that's my joy, sorrow, and pain.

I may write it here, someday!

Updated: 5/17/2012

Immeasurable Capabilities

 

From: 123RF

"I don't know"

"I can't"

"I am good - for - nothing"

And, the new one: "What am I supposed to do if my brain is only 1.5 GB?!"
As sharp as arrows, these words penetrate the ears, and demolish the ambition.


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"We blame the time while the fault is ours. The time's only fault is us" (From the Arabic poetry)


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We often complain about life, and how it breaks our hopes. We blame our luck, the lack of time, and others as well. Sometimes, we even accuse our capabilities and skills. We forget, or ignore, that we can be the enemies!