Friday, January 02, 2009
It is another kind of reality for me, a new type.
When every type of incidents in life would occure at the same time and along the same day.
The strangest thing was being able to cope with it all.
Laughing the laughs, working while relaxing in a boat in the middle of the Nile, admiring charisma and charm of a picture enough to feel nurtured by a respectable amount of macho ism, Concentrating as much as possible to take all the knowledge i could, then cursing the heck out of someone who'd burned my heart, then getting exposed to a profound flood of art that filled up my senses with beauty and hope...surrendering my heart to a seven stringer to play all tunes of pain, love and joy.
And most of all, allowing myself to have the privilege of sharing all that with a " just right " friend...and, for the first time in my life, not hoping for anything or anyone else.
This is how I spent the last day of the last year.
All the negativity of 2008 was torn into little pieces and thrown in the wind.
All the positivity and what's in the heart is cherished somewhere tucked away till that day, Inshallah, when we would remember to unfold it, and that's only a year away.
Friday, December 05, 2008
I still love because
I can't get enough of that fresh smile
Of my child, a girl sprinkling roses down an isle
The welcome notes in my mail
A star that shines then leaves no trail
I still love because
When it glooms after each injustice
A simple, small yet touching act of kindness
Wares off any tear or pain
I realize the greatness in every grain
I still love because
No matter your hand is in mine
Or I strive for a glance of your wine
You fill my soul…my all
I see your heart and how you stand tall
I still love because
A tune that echoes up to the moon
How wind draws circles on every dune
How hearts are attached to a mighty presence
Whether they forget or it fills their senses
I still love because
Love is all that was
All that comes…All there is
When humans hide…love would find
Their hearts and a perfect path to slide
And opens a door or gates
To sprinkle a hope and dreams
I still love because
A laugh amongst friends and pals
A hug to borrow …understanding that lasts
The merry holiday and a wide green land
The water falls and how in a pawn it rests
I still love and no reason why
I must still love
I just still love
Friday, February 15, 2008
لا أعرف لون خُصَلها ولا خِصالها...
لكنى اعرف شعورها وصوت نداءها...
سمعته في وعرفت موضوعاتها...
وحدة ليلية باردة؟؟
خوف ينبض الماً على فلذات الأكباد؟
رعب غير مبرر تجدين له الف سبب لا منطقى!
مرحلة تبدو متجمدة تتمنين ذوبانها لتغدو نهراً يحملك بعيداً عن آلامك؟
لا أعرف لون خُصلها ولا خِصالها...
لكنى اعرف احساسها واسمع حسها...
رأيت نظرتها فى عيناى وعرفت عذابها...
عشبا ممتد...ً اخضرغض...
تحت قدميك اماناً وبرودة وأمل...
عمراً تحفظين ملامحه وغداً تتمنين اشراقه...
مكاناً للهو الأطفال وزراعة الإبتسامة ودفن أموات القلب...
لا أعرف لون خُصلها ولا خِصالها...
لكنى أقرأ فكرها ورؤياها...
تمنيت آمالها وعشت دنياها...
لا أستطيع استراق النظر لداخلك فلقد غَلقَتِ نوافذك...
لا أستطيع مد يدى لأريك طريق السلام فلقد امتدت الأغلال من يديك الى يداى...
لا أستطيع الا ان اهمس كلمات غير مسموعة يفهمها كلانا وانا اقرأ أحاديثك الى نفسك...
لا تريدين مُعلقاً ولا تواصلاً مسترسلاً يزيد غربتك بين زحام يملؤه الفراغ...
لذا سأقول...لك منى سلاماً وسلامٍ وسلام
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Loaded from hypocracy and dirty monkey business...plays and tactics and masks of saints...work and tension...I'm off to the North Coast...See you soon bloggy...In sha' allah.
Friday, October 19, 2007
As I drove away one rainy morning...I heard this story...told by the most expressing voice I've ever heard...and it went like this :
My skin is black
My arms are long
My hair is woolly
My back is strong
Strong enough to take the pain
inflicted again and again
What do they call me
My name is AUNT SARAH
My name is Aunt Sarah
My skin is yellow
My hair is long
Between two worlds
I do belong
My father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
What do they call me
My name is SAFFRONIA
My name is Saffronia
My skin is tan
My hair is fine
My hips invite you
my mouth like wine
Whose little girl am I?
Anyone who has money to buy
What do they call me
My name is SWEET THING
My name is Sweet Thing
My skin is brown
my manner is tough
I'll kill the first mother I see
my life has been too rough
I'm awfully bitter these days
because my parents were slaves
What do they call me
My name is PEACHES
I wish I knew how to upload the song itself so you can hear the stories of oppression from Nina Simone's amazing voice... but all I can say that this is what art supposed to do....Make you think...and it made me not only think but feel the bitterness of different colors of frustrations...and made me realize...that being forced into a certain situation or circumstances that would drive your whole life into a sad picture has two different levels...
The real force...like slavery...when people were either stepped over slaves or just Dead corpses...no other choice.
And the Semi-delusional force...bitter real sad circumstances that can drive someone into a sad life...only cause he didn't fight hard enough...
Sensing the black slavery bitterness in Nina's voice in this song and others...made me realize that I shouldn't give in to any silly misery that would try to throw it's shadows at me...as nothing is actually that bad...
I will endure what ever comes...what ever passed...and I'll make it...
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