النهارده هو الابد

من الأحاديث المتناقلة أنه إذا جاء يوم جديد يقول للعباد…انا يوم جديد ، عليك شهيد ، إغتنمنى فإنى لا أعود إلى يوم الدين

والحقيقة ان كل لحظة لازم تُغتَنَم وكل لحظة هى فرصة وبداية وميلاد جديد

الحقيقة ان مفيش لحظة زى التانية وكل لحظة بتروح مبترجعش تانى..بس اللحظة عبقرية متجددة بروح جديدة وتاريخ مختلف

وعشان لحظتنا فى يومنا الجديد اللى بيشهد تحول شعب وتحول وطن – هى لحظة غالية جداً…هى لحظة فى روعة أجمل حلم وفى قوة أصلب حقيقة…هى لحظة لازم نركز فيها فى كل لحظة جاية

النهارده الهدف ايه وايه الطريقة

النهارده لازم نشوف الف حقيقة وزى ما نقدنا نظام لازم ننقد نفسنا لان صمتنا واستكانتنا للترويض غذت هذا النظام

النهارده النظام حيكون انا وحيكون منى وليا

النهارده مفيش اتكال على حد يبنى ومفيش نقد لحد غيرى ومفيش مسئول الا نفسى ومع كل ده لازم ايدى تبقى فى ايد كل الناس

انا لوحدها مبقتش مفهومة

لنفسى بس مبقتش مقبولة

رؤيتى وغايتى وانعزالى مبقوش كفاية

لازم نكون..نفكر…نصنع..نقرر…نحافظ..نبنى..نعمر..نربى..نفسنا وولادنا…نخضر…نعلم ونتعلم

لو فاتت عليا الفرصة دى انى اكون،  الكون حيتسغربنى

لو سمحت بإهانة باينة فى نبرة صوت ولا نظرة عين ، الكرامة حتطردنى

إحترامى لازم يزيد لقيمة عمل كل واحد فينا

إحترام شديد مهيب ميخليش مسئول يفكر يقول هات عشان تاخد

إحترام يساوى كنوز تغنى النفوس بكفاية

إحترام للورقة والقلم والختم

إحترام لنجمة ودبور ونسر بحَوِله النهاردة من عدو استعمر أمانى لصديق حيزيد أمانى

التغيير مش أسماء

التغيير مش جتت…جتة تترمى من على كرسى وجتة تتحط

التغيير فكر…فكر القبول برحابة بس كمان بحساب

فكر الثقة المنورة بنظر 6/6

فكر المسئولية اللى لازم تتزرع فيا قبل غيرى

فكر القيمة…قيمة حياتى…قيمة كلمتى…قيمة عمرى وتصرفاتى

قيمة غيرى فى عقله وروحه وانسانية

حرية كاملة …وسع البحور والاقمار والكون…حرية محترمة من الجميع…حرية مسئولة

انا النهاردة عايزة أصدق وناوية أصدق ومصدقة خلاص

انى اقدر واننا حنقدر والكون حيقَدَر 

حخلى بالى من مطبات نظام جديد

من ستاير ممكن تخبى حقايق تانية كتير

من مخالب وحيايا

حنخلى بالنا كلنا…حنقرا العلامات…حنحترم كل رأينا…حنقرر احسن الاختيارات…حننفذ بحب وامانة…مش حنحط قانون…حنعيش قانون

نفسى كل واحد يعرف قد ايه قيمته كبيرة…حرام تروح فى تراب فساد وضياع

لا لمخدر بيذهب واقع مرير…واقعك بايدك فى ثانية يبقى نور

لا لاستسلام لضعف وقهر…قوتك فى دماغك ..قول يا رب وابتدى

لا لتضييع الجهد…لا لغبن وحقد

قلب سليم يقدر يحقق احلام كل الناس…يقدر يسند كل حد عايز مُساندة…يقدر يطَوِّل كل الايادى للسما

حرية…حرية يعنى مسئولية وحب وتنعم فى قيم اروع من اروع حلم

انا مش رومانسية ولا بحلم بارض فاضلة بلا خطية

انا بس شايفة احتمالية وتحقق للاحتمالية

انا حاسة بقدرة سبحانه فيا

حاسة بعظمة سبحانة

حاسة بجلاله

الايمان ايه؟

الايمان تصديق اللى مبتشفوش العين

بس بيحسه القلب وبتروحله الروح وبيخشعله العقل

وربنا عايزنا نعرفه ونحبه ونرتبط بجلاله

وايه قمة الايمان غير انك تعيش بالاحساس ده

وينفع الاحساس ده من غير شغف بدنيا هو خالقها…من غير اعمارها باخلاص هو علمهولنا…من غير منكون رُسُل على قد حالنا

انا لو سيبت نفسى حكتب للابد

بس حان وقت العمل والادب

النهارده…هو الابد

Life is good, a tag!

 

Sharifo, my dear bro. passed me this tag card…this is a nice switch of mood.

I agree, life is good…yeah…it is…i’m trying here…it is good…ok…hello!!

 

1. If you blog anonymously, are you happy doing this? If you aren’t anonymous, do you wish you started out anonymously, so that you could be anonymous now?
I would never be happy to blog anonymously…tried it once and failed big time…best friends who knew me blew my cover…ask Fadi, he’d tell you 😀

Although i take a lot of heat for my sharp tongue and real opinions, i wouldn’t have it any other way…i’d rather face my faults and other’s than fake idealism in me and others.

2. Describe an incident that shows your inner stubborn side
Hmmm…well…OMG, the thoughts that came to mind!! :S

Lets just say that I’m too stubborn for my own good…among other things 😀

3. What do you see when you really look at yourself in the mirror?
the female version of my father 😀

and some extra pounds…and some qualities i couldn’t have more of and some other qualities i would LOVE to get rid of…b2ekhtesar, one large sac of mixed goods!

And many times i see a tired drained person…but i throw a ball of water on that image and shake away the image then start fresh…all over again.

4. What is your favourite summer cold drink?
ICE TEA baby!

5. When you take time for yourself, what do you do?
a. write stories
b. Watch movies, or TV shows i love
c. practice my art to eat chocolate as slowly as possible
e. I really dig nice conversations with friends

6. Is there something that you still want to accomplish in your life?
YES…many…a whole lot…i wanna be rich and famous and successful and travel the world and enjoy love at its purist forms (my kids my kids my kids)

7. When you attended school, were you the class clown, the class overachiever, the shy person, or always ditching?
I was the chief of the gang…the trouble provoker…the one behind the riots and oh god we had riots!

8. If you close your eyes and want to visualize a very poignant moment in your life, what would you see?
The point when my kids grew enough to hold me when I’m crying and crack me up from laughter when I’m down…we exchange support now 🙂

9. is it easy for you to share your true self in your blog, or are you more comfortable writing posts about other people and events?
It is not easy but my bet is always on the good heart and understanding open mind they have…but then again, even if they weren’t of that type…I feel it’s how i prefer writing and it’s who i am.

10. If you had the choice to sit down and read a book or talk on the phone, which would you do and why?

depends on who I’m talking to on the phone 🙂

If it’s just gossip and blabber…no…a book is way more interesting.

I pass this tag to…umm:

Fadi, Insomniac and Gohary

I love the new season

I love how  new seasons from my favorite TV shows have started or are about to start.

It’s fall already and winter is around the corner and kids will be back to school next week…such TV routines compliment the school short days and long nights.

I love to follow the story line through a new phase…I love the routine of waiting for each new episode…I love how aspects of the characters unfold…How they change and why.

If you think “It is fiction for god’ sake”, I tell you that i agree…but i like it 🙂

I follow Grey’s anatomy, Dexter and The good wife…totally different types i know.

Today i watched the first episode of Grey’s anatomy season 7…It was bold…it showed severe changes in the main characters after a life changing dilemma that happened last season.

I won’t reveal the changes here, but i’ll definitely express my great satisfaction to some.

I felt familiar with the “change” as a concept hard to accept …i related to how change unravels essential needs in us…and how it is a major sign of maturity and learning.

And again, I admire the great friendship/ relationship between Meredeth and Christina…I am envious actually.

I related to the whole moral of the episode and it brought too many thoughts.

Change: something i did my best to escape from most of my life…the very first signs of change used to freak me out…i was always comforted by routine…till it choked me…till i grew to realize how change may mean maturity and wisdom…how it holds the correcting decisions that could actually save our lives…how it carries all the lessons and creativity gained after experiences…how it is essential to heal…to grow…to explore…to discover new or greater aspects within our soul…abilities strong enough to build new existences.

The weak who needs to be strong…the fierce who needs to attain delicacy…the chaotic who needs order…the wild who needs discipline…the sick who needs healing.

All those need change.

Change is a bliss…whether it was forced on us or by choice….whether it was a reaction to a catastrophic incident or a logic smooth turn of the tide.

Forced change or change after hardships is despised by almost everyone…but hey, it is the necessary obligation to learn new skills and master our talent to survive.

I grew to accept it…sometimes strive for it.

my only concern builds up when i look back at things i’ve done…trivials that were totally unnecessary and meaningless yet it affected my self esteem or true value…I then regret being so caught up in the corn flakes of life.

I regret doing the small mistakes…mistakes that changed how i look in the eyes of some or how i really wanted to feel or how i communicate with others or distorted who i really am…mistakes that changed me briefly yet affected me deeply.

Even the little things make me bitter for how senseless i was as a time…you know, people i shouldn’t have known…roads i shouldn’t have taken…cigarettes i shouldn’t have smoked…styles i shouldn’t have dressed…the whole “i wanna appear” mode…the painful “i wanna be loved” seizures…the disgusting “i wanna be THE WOMAN” tantrum…the tiniest of things manage to be a thorn in my throat now when i look back at how i poorly behaved…

and yes, that is because i am done with blaming every living soul for my misfortunes (to say the least).

The vicious circle called “It’s because of what he/she did to me”…the disabling pity hole called blame…it ate me alive for years i tell you…and i couldn’t progress one single step ahead until i admitted that i may not be responsible for my childhood mess, but i am damn responsible for every single step i’ve taken since i grew up…and it is my mess i need to clear the most…not anyone else’s inflicted shit.

I am doing my very best not to take off the safety helmet again…i am doing my best to change positively.

I am really hopeful these days…

I am really in need to pray and in need of prayers.

and i realize how long/hard a post that is regarding TV shows…i am laughing ahoh 😀

A beautiful lie

Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Fade away like frozen photographs.
Remember, forget
The stakes, the ways you take,
The ways you make the moments pass.
For every regret,
I tell a beautiful lie.
And I would die if you find out.
I tell a beautiful lie every time that I
did not open up my mouth.
All the same, it’s a game,
it’s a play, it’s a war,
it’s a shame that we’re always fighting for.
I don’t mean to cast no blame,
I don’t intend to pretend, I could, never loved you more.
But in the blink of an eye, everything you ever knew can change
And it’s a beautiful lie if you think everything will always stay the same.

Babe.
My babe.
You got a secret – it’s starting to show.
My babe.
Sweet babe.
How long can you keep it?
How far would you go?
You tell a beautiful lie.
You tell a beautiful lie.
And it’s going to, it’s going to drive you crazy.

Babe
My babe.
It’s starting to show.
My babe.
Sweet babe.
How far would you go, go, go to tell a beautiful lie?
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Fade away like frozen photographs
Remember, forget
Forever.
Lie.

Beautiful lie.