tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48660877504748068852024-03-14T09:58:18.254+02:00كراكيب في راسيit might all be crap, but it's MY crapnouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-78943577546431230742013-02-11T00:05:00.000+02:002013-02-11T00:21:54.701+02:00I wish I was always depressed!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I wish I was always depressed!
Although waves of depression seem pointless and time consuming, although mostly it has no reason whatsoever, no tangible reasons at least, although rarely go through any depression and if I do it is for a very short time and again with no apparent reason; yes everyone has things to grieve about but these waves they come without invitation, without a certain thought or situation to set it into motion.<br />
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However on the rare occasions when these waves actually arrive they leave me a footstep apart from killing myself, they remind me how worthless I am, they put things in perspective;<br />
" no you're not smart" they'd say, " no no not good looking either", " you won't change the world, you won't be a millionaire, you won't change anyone's life you are a nobody, and you will end before you begin", "you say you don't care about love?, well good for you because you're not going to have any of that either", " oh and yes you'll never be in good shape".<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-Dkm6eDkOs/URgc7C7orLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZJqnUu2RUVE/s1600/2013-02-11+00.07.36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-Dkm6eDkOs/URgc7C7orLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZJqnUu2RUVE/s320/2013-02-11+00.07.36.jpg" width="320" /></a> As cruel as it might seem, there is actually there is actually a benefit, it is this human instinct that push you to prove whoever is putting you sown that you're no what they're telling you you are, even if that person is your own sick mind. even through all this depression my ego does not surrender.
It is this ego, and this human instinct that gives me that gigantic strike of power and will; will to change, will to be, will to fight, to bring this battle between you and yourself to an end.<br />
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Depression is not the problem, the problem is when the wave passes, when you convince yourself that every thing is going to be okay, that somehow problems will all sort themselves out, when you drug yourself by the magical " Don't worry, you'll be fine".
it is then that the will vanishes, the power sleeps and the problem continues..........<br />
Until another wave finally arrives!<br />
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Thank you wave of depression,<br />
a bientot. </div>
nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-1007915625956730642012-12-10T02:34:00.002+02:002012-12-10T02:34:15.574+02:00sniff the books "You must write every single day of your life…You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads….may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world." Ray Bradburynouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-63960137204873286602012-04-07T19:47:00.005+02:002012-04-07T22:16:59.597+02:00Diaries of an ASMUNer<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uKP6T9STl6c/T4CPWzrvC7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/YqIAcrF8dZY/s1600/my%2Bstory.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uKP6T9STl6c/T4CPWzrvC7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/YqIAcrF8dZY/s320/my%2Bstory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728736348008811442" /></a><br />oh God why?<br />why is this happening<br />i didn't get enough<br />i don't feel ready<br />why is it morning so fast<br />is it really 8 am <br />i know i already slept at 5 , but still , these were NOT 3 hours<br /><br />fine fine stop ringing, i know it's 8:15 i'm up<br />oh God, now Im late too, better start my routine,so jump from bed run to bathroom, run back to room for i forgot my slippers, stumble at the stupid carpet, wash face, wash teeth, look at the mirror, OH GOD, a ghost !! , oh no this is sleep deprived me. hurry up no time to pity your self<br />rush to room, grab the jeans that doesn't match your sweatshirt which wont match your veil and they all most probably don't match your white running shoes, RUNNING SHOES? you are a 20, almost 21 year old young lady is it not time for something elegant?, don't you know me AT ALL !!, running shoes are comfy and i love them.<br />okay now don't forget your laptop, it's charger, your notebook, you flash cards, your marker, the charts ... the million other things on your desk<br />now run it's 8 45 <br />okay now it's time to find a taxi, that early on a Friday morning !! , good luck with that.<br />good for you, you ARE lucky , now you're on your way, better revise your presentation, the last thing you want is to screw it up and forget what you've been preparing till 5 am, OH GOD, do i have my flash memory?? open the backpack, grab the pencil case dig in , dig some more, ohhh THANK GOD.<br />well who am i kidding , i can't revise now, my brain is hardly functioning <br />i reach the gates, yes miss where are you going?, says the sleepy security guard, with curiosity in his eyes, probably wondering what i'm doing in university on a Friday morning, is that him wondering or you wondering ?!, well no time for wondering it's already 9:20 <br />i walk to the building and start the terrifying journey up the stairs, i reach the third floor, already breathless, i pull my legs up a couple of stairs more and it happens, the spell hits me, i can hear it, Never-land :D, i hear the voiced the yelling, the laughter, i climb some more, fourth floor, i can identify the voices now, and best of all i can feel the energy, the spirit, the magic.<br />FIFTH FLOOR <br />i catch my breath at the top of the stairs and look up, i stand a moment to admire the view, a true beehive, full of exhausted, excited bees, working with full energy, mystical energy no one can explain where it came from. <br />i take a deep breath and hop in, i join the squadron of energetic birds, i meet the team, i greet the delegates, i inform the high-board that i'm here, and i start preparing the room with my lovely coordinator and then just as the clock hist 10, i pause, i pause and look around, and smile for at that moment i know i belong :D<br /><br /> ASMUN, you are the story of my life:)nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-87614149890154869462012-01-14T15:29:00.004+02:002012-01-25T16:25:54.223+02:00HBBC [14] "Guilty Pleasures"meet the amazing HBBC <a href="http://http://haiku--life.blogspot.com/2011/08/meet-hbbc-members.html">here </a><br /><br /> note: i like writing from a personal point of view<br /><br /> sit in front of a pool, see that child? yes this tiny one , the one holding so tight to the side of the pool, do you see the lust in her eyes for that ball game in the middle of the pool, do you see the debate inside her head and the adrenalin in her veins <br />if you do see her, if you do understand her situation you might get closer to understanding my situation.<br />the pool is my pool of pleasures , the side of the pool is where i am, and the guilt is the debate in the head and the adrenaline in the veins, it is so frustrating and exhausting to over think everything you do, to be too afraid of guilt, too afraid of wrong doing that you end up giving your back to pleasure <br /><br />I'm not a coward, or at least I don't think I am<br />but i hate guilt<br />but the temptation kills me, dares me to let go of the idealistic me, and risk doing the wrong<br /> some times temptations win, other times idealism oppress, and the debate goes on..nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-71740931574158488582012-01-11T00:18:00.002+02:002012-01-11T00:26:41.997+02:00the land of magic will welcome me somedaymy destiny lies in Africa; the land of miracles, the land of secrets, the source of charm, and the core of the universe<br />i believe i will end up in the south, it needs me and i need it <br />my destiny is in Africa<br />تارك كل شي و راحل عالجنوب<br />لعندك ماشي, ماشي عالجنوب <br />تارك احلام الماضي و الكلام <br />تارك اوهام الضعف اللي بيعمل سلام <br />و الحقيقة ال ما فيها كلام <br />وحدها القوة الي بتعمل سلام <br /><br />كل الطرقات التانية مسكرة <br />عرفنا الحقيقة لكن وسلطنا مأخرةnouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-23148724888386521542012-01-10T19:15:00.008+02:002012-01-10T21:57:58.783+02:00Broken mirror<a href="http://4photos.net/photosv2/379471_broken_mirror_4.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4photos.net/photosv2/379471_broken_mirror_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />Images in my shattered mirror staring at me from the other side, a million pictures, bits and pieces of my soul all united for the first time , all confused from the presence of so many reflections, or are they just reflecting my confusion<br />i knew i was crazy, I knew that a long time ago, and heard it a lot too, but seeing all my characters, all my thoughts, my ghosts and my shadows in front of me introduced me to a whole new level of insanity, all the dreams were screaming, all my failures were smiling in mockery and all my frustration was quiet, I didn't want it to be quiet , i hate quiet<br />yell at me, push me; up or down, doesn't matter just do something , say something , give a hint, send me any sort of signal, but no, the frustration didn't obey me , didn't reflect my scrams it just dove me even more crazy with its silence the only thing it did was move its eyes- or was it my eyes!, let's leave it at THE eyes - back and forth between the screaming dreams and the mocking failures, I'm getting dizzy from the eye movement, oh wait they were MY eyes after all. good to know <br />i tried to focus on the dreams, after all it's what mirrors should reflect, or was it what sleeping should invent?, doesn't matter I don't dream in my sleep any way, I don't even sleep any more, why do I get distracted so easily ?!, where was I? oh yes the dreams, i couldn't make much out of their screams, where they like "please believe in me" or was it like " I'm drowning" or maybe it was something like " let go of me" i have no idea, why are all my reflections so freakin' useless!<br />these mocking smiles are really getting on my nerves, they are not making any noise and yet i cannot help but look at them , why are you mocking me? you are mine , you all should be supporting me, but my failure keeps the cold frustrating annoying mocking smiles,why are they so blurry?, they are such a mess even more messy than my zillion shatters of dreams, isn't failure supposed to be clear? like a zombie of a dream that was once alive? isn't it said that the best thing about failure is the lessons we learn? why haven't i learned? or have I ? why don't I remember, why is it so unclear , is my mind playing tricks on me? does that mean my mind is still functioning? because that would be good news. or is it my memory failing me again? or am i just too good at building high walls to prevent me from looking at the painful past, have I wasted all my life in failing and wasted all my failure by not remembering the lessons, oh so that's why , this is the reason behind the mocking smile, well, seems like my failure has an extremely annoying sense of humor. <br />my eyes wont stop rolling, a zillion images flash in front of me,its like an old 1960s horror movie; where everything is grey and blurry, echo of screams and the screen rolling faster and faster and then <br />blackness.<br />It seems like a never ending fall , I keep waiting for the crash, but it never comes, it's just the void , the screams and falling this terrible scary feeling of not knowing where you are or what's going on, when does it all end, or worse, will it ever end??<a href="http://www.brightlightsfilm.com/74/74_images/74moricz_midnightuse.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 185px;" src="http://www.brightlightsfilm.com/74/74_images/74moricz_midnightuse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-92036749567665387312011-10-05T02:32:00.002+02:002011-10-05T02:39:16.513+02:00NORMAL !!the shocking moment when you realize you're not the special person you thought you were<div>when it finally hits you " you are NORMAL", maybe even less than normal; you are not talented, not smart, not pretty, not thoughtful and not even as kind or friendly or hardworking as you think.</div><div>you suddenly realize the scary fact that you most probably will end up leading a NORMAL life</div><div>you will not change the world , you will not gain a Nobel prize, you are just you</div><div><br /></div><div>this is when reality hits, and gravity takes you down the hard way</div><div>and at that time you start remembering your castles in the air and think " oh my God, was i blind or what!"</div><div><br /></div><div>hopefully, it's just a phase</div>nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-54484503246152083512011-10-03T21:47:00.004+02:002011-10-03T22:12:44.031+02:00Rage, Love and Zombieswhat drives the human motor is either love ( to someone, something material or something immaterial) or else it's anger ( of yourself , of some one, of something)<div>this keeps us motivated, it's like a fuel that keep pushing us; either forward or backwards,</div><div><br /></div><div>some people might say that anger will pull you backwards while love will push you forward, well not true, not always anyway.</div><div><br /></div><div>but the real problem is when you run low on both types of fuel ( love and anger)</div><div>this is when you start slowing down and loosing the power that kept you moving.</div><div><br /></div><div>it's at that time that you start feeling like a zombie;</div><div>you're not the living you</div><div>and there is no reason for you to die</div><div>so you live like a zombie, half alive half dead, motivation lost , anger fading away, and no more hopes or dreams can find their way into your brain on heart anymore, simply because you have no energy to keep dreaming and no motivation to keep you hoping.</div>nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-89407276316208287862011-09-23T02:13:00.002+02:002011-09-23T02:27:05.469+02:00HBBC: Hijab removeda couple of weeks ago i found a new profile picture for a friend of mine on my Facebook homepage<div>without her Hijab</div><div>that girl was one of my role models at a time, i used to look up to her</div><div>she is smart, brilliant, talented and has one of the most skillful minds i've ever known</div><div>that was shocking for me, because i am a person who cherishes the Idea of hijab</div><div>but it got me thinking, why do they do it?</div><div>why do i find a new girl removing her hijab like every month?</div><div>why do they not only uncover their hair but, in most cases, they go to the extreme</div><div>how can some one be covered from head to toe and then the following day be in bikini swim wear!!</div><div>were they forced to wearing it , i don't think so</div><div>are they bored of it?</div><div>is the temptation of showing people their skin so tempting?!</div><div><br /></div><div>i got a conclusion that can NOT be applied to every one</div><div>but i believe a large percentage of them are just having a problem with their self confidence</div><div><br /></div><div>maybe they think that by showing their body and hair they prove to others that they are beautiful </div><div>maybe their self esteem need the assurance of being attractive to the eyes </div><div><br /></div><div>but i cannot find an excuse</div><div>sorry, i've really tried to be "civil" </div><div>but seriously i despise the act </div><div>it is not a game</div><div>although i always say that no girl should wear Hijab unless she is a hundred percent convinced and ready, but once you do it , it's a life time contract , we cannot play with God </div><div><br /></div><div>i pity those girls really , beaceuse i know they probably have a serious emotional disorder to do this , for no one can taste the beauty and safety of Hijab and then take it off </div><div><br /></div>nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-26340167549437844692011-09-22T22:40:00.002+02:002011-12-21T20:43:11.131+02:00الاغتراب , من زمن الإمام الشافعيما في المقام لذي عقل و ذي أدب * من راحة فدع الاوطان و اغترب<br />إني رأيت وقوف الماء يفسده * إن سال طاب و إن لم يجر لم يطب<br />و الشمس لو استمرت في الفلك * دائمة لملها الناس من عرب و من عجم<br />و الاسد لولا فراق الغاب ما اقتنصت * و السهم لولا فراق القوس لم يصب<br />و التبر كالتراب ملقى في اماكنه * و العود في ارضه نوع من الحطب<br />فإن تغرب هذا عز مطلبه * و إن تغرب ذاك عز كالذهبnouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-85053196210697662052011-09-09T23:01:00.002+02:002011-09-09T23:10:25.754+02:00تحية لآل البيت<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria, Times, serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">هذه</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> التحية للسيدة زينب رضي الله عنها من </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">الشيخ المرحوم الصاوي شعلان رضي الله </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria, Times, serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">عن</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria, Times, serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">ه </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><h1 class="caption" dir="rtl" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 48px; font-family: Cambria, Times, serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; unicode-bidi: embed; direction: rtl; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >أشقيقة السبطين حيا الله صاحبة المقام</span></h1><h1 class="caption" dir="rtl" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 48px; font-family: Cambria, Times, serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; unicode-bidi: embed; direction: rtl; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >يا نفحة الزهراء يا أخت الإمام ابن الإمام</span></h1><h1 class="caption" dir="rtl" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 48px; font-family: Cambria, Times, serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; unicode-bidi: embed; direction: rtl; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >هذا الرحاب بساطه ظل من البيت الحرام</span></h1><h1 class="caption" dir="rtl" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 48px; font-family: Cambria, Times, serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; unicode-bidi: embed; direction: rtl; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >أوديعة الهادي بمصر لنا بحبكم اعتصام</span></h1><h1 class="caption" dir="rtl" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 48px; font-family: Cambria, Times, serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; unicode-bidi: embed; direction: rtl; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >ومن الملائك موكب معنا يؤدون السلام</span></h1><h1 class="caption" dir="rtl" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 48px; font-family: Cambria, Times, serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; unicode-bidi: embed; direction: rtl; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >لم لا ونور المصطفى لما أقمت هنا أقام</span></h1><h1 class="caption" dir="rtl" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 48px; font-family: Cambria, Times, serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; unicode-bidi: embed; direction: rtl; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >في شهر معراج النبي المرتجى يوم الزحام</span></h1><h1 class="caption" dir="rtl" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 48px; font-family: Cambria, Times, serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; unicode-bidi: embed; direction: rtl; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >بادرتِ</span><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span><span class="Apple-style-span" >هذا الشهر معراجا إلى دار السلام</span></h1></span>nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-33356690171482045892011-09-05T00:52:00.003+02:002011-09-05T01:06:01.381+02:00Nala, The solitary reapera strange combination of character, a scattered mind, yet a straight soul <div>she knows she doesn't belong here</div><div>she knows there is no home for her</div><div>she is a stranger, was and will always be a stranger</div><div>always the odd one out </div><div>the geek among the empty heads </div><div>the empty headed among the geeks</div><div>the conservative among the liberals</div><div>and the liberal among the conservatives</div><div>
<br /></div><div>there is no home for her, no place where she belongs </div><div>no one to relate to</div><div>no one to trust or love</div><div>no one is close enough</div><div>no one is important enough</div><div>and not a single person knows her</div><div>not a single person can see </div><div>but maybe, just maybe she opens at the close </div><div>
<br /></div><div> but so far, in her eternal search for home, she only finds comfort in her solitude.</div><div>
<br /></div>nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-77101690116824577102011-08-23T11:43:00.006+02:002011-08-23T23:23:04.240+02:00The great Dictator<div><ul><li>we want to live by each others happiness not by each others misery. </li><li>this world has room for everyone, the good earth is rich.</li><li>we have lost the way. greed has poisoned our soles.</li><li>we have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in, machinery that give abundance has left us in want, our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness hard and unkind , we think too much and feel too little.</li><li>more than machinery we need humanity, more than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness, without these qualities life will be violent and all will be lost </li><li>The airplane and the radio has brought us closer together, the very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood and the unity of us all </li><li>to those who can hear me i say: do not despair, the misery that is now upon us is with the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress .</li><li>the hate of men will pass and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people, and so long as men die, liberty will not perish </li><li>you are not machines, you are not cattle, you are MEN, you have the love of humanity in your hearts, you don't hate, only the unloved hates; the unloved and the unnatural </li><li>Soldiers, don't fight for slavery, fight for liberty</li><li>in the seventeenth chapter of saint Luke it it stated:</li></ul><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "><p> "The kingdom of God is within man"
<br /> Not one man, nor a group of men, but in all men; in you, the people.</p><p></p><ul><li>You the people have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness. You the people have the power to make life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.</li><li> Then in the name of democracy let's use that power, let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give you the future and old age and security. </li><li>By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie. They do not fulfill their promise, they never will.</li><li> Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people.</li><li> Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, do away with greed, with hate and intolerance.</li><li> Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness.</li></ul><p></p><p><b><i> Soldiers! In the name of democracy, let us all unite!</i></b></p><p></p><ul><li> Look up! The clouds are lifting, the sun is breaking through. We are coming out of the darkness into the light. We are coming into a new world. A kind new world where men will rise above their hate and brutality.</li><li>The soul of man has been given wings, and at last he is beginning to fly. He is flying into the rainbow, into the light of hope, into the future.</li></ul><div>
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<br /></div>nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-59194703799218500512011-08-21T04:53:00.002+02:002011-08-21T05:17:14.954+02:00Turkeyi had so much fun at Istanbul, it was an amazing trip, made a lot of new friends and gained a lot of experience , it was my first time to travel abroad and my first time to travel alone without my family , bu i really loved it and turkey is a beautiful place to go, jut brilliant<div>However the sad thing was that i thought i was to see the capital of the Islamic rule </div><div>it was so disappointing to see how the people of this country forgot all about their origins howw religion is an accessory to their lives,how alcohol is a normal thing every night, how people are dressed, how the relation ships are and how fasting during ramadan is something weird in an ISLAMIC country !!</div><div>that was really sad </div><div>
<br /></div><div>with the way things are turkey is running fast towards being a major power, but i just hope it it also improves from the religious aspect as well as the political.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>i believe most people there are stuck in a trap and lost in principles; the can no longer connect to their Islamic roots and yet they are no fully European and they are not satisfied with that either</div><div>i thing it's a hard thing not knowing what your identity is and not settling on a group to join</div><div>
<br /></div><div>God bless turkey and guide it to the right path </div><div>
<br /></div><div> </div>nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-44381603064035222602011-08-21T04:41:00.003+02:002011-09-05T01:17:13.107+02:00family comes firstit's so strange what i feel now<div>we were never so close </div><div>never a normal family</div><div>we cannot be called brothers and sisters</div><div>we cannot be called friends</div><div>we rarely see each other</div><div>we hardly talk</div><div>maybe we don't even think about each other</div><div>
<br /></div><div>but the weird thing is how i feel when we DO meet, when we DO talk , wen we DO give some attention to the presence of each other</div><div>this is when that strange feeling attacks me, a feeling of belonging, YES we belong together, yes and despite everything we are a perfect match, we fully understand each other even though we do not talk much or know each other well, it's a true feeling of belonging, it's love in its purest form, it is safety, security and a strange sensation of happiness</div><div>
<br /></div><div>i hope we become closer because as we get older we will sure regret how far we are from each other for no matter how popular you are or how many friends you have, nothing and no one can give you the feeling of being surrounded by your family</div><div>
<br /></div><div>i hope we learn the true meaning of "<b><i>family comes first </i></b>" </div><div>and i only hope we do not have to learn it the hard way </div><div>
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<br /></div><div>DESPITE EVERYTHING I DO LOVE MY FAMILY </div>nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-57476230976850379992011-08-19T17:44:00.004+02:002011-08-22T14:08:52.461+02:00fruitful discussion<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">"the precious qualities of humanity has been turned off"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">
<br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">this was the best sentence to describe all what we wanted to say, we talked about bad people and good people but the best argument was about those in the grey area, those who start good and end up bad, do they still have </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">the light in their hearts or is all the innocence in them gone?, are they aware that they're turning into bad people or is it the usual belief that I AM RIGHT and everyone else is wrong?, is it possible for the grey people to go back to the white area or is the black dust too hard to take off</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">
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<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">and above all </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">is it possible for the precious qualities of humanity to be turned on again?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">i like to believe that it's possible, hard, but yet possible, because as I have written a while ago i believe people do not change, they only develop and grow with accumulated experiences, good and bad experiences. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">maybe one bad experience can pull someone from white to grey or even pitch black, while it takes a million good experiences and good deeds to clean the mess done by that one bad experience, but still the outcome is priceless</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">whenever you meet someone grey think that if you do him/her something good it might be the inch they need to reconnect with the good in them </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">there is nothing more satisfying than changing the life of a fellow human being, it gives YOU positive energy and maybe makes even more happy than the person you helped</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">but the scary thing is, will the day come when I</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; "> turn grey </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">i hope not, and i shall do my best to hod tight to the light and the white, and i believe the best road to that is volunteer work</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">when you see how others are less </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">privileged than yourself, this is how you keep your hart tender and your mind alert, this is the best way to understand how your your problems are minimum in comparison to other peoples problems, and this is like a safety belt to keep you away from the grey and the black </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> in the memory of a beautiful night and a very fruitful conversation :)</span></span></div>nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-337719975234193392011-06-26T02:02:00.002+02:002011-07-05T20:23:49.620+02:00no dear diary no morea couple of hours ago I tore the pages of my diary and threw it awaynouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-15954934041217698492011-06-14T23:06:00.004+02:002011-07-19T12:46:55.098+02:00links that make you a more intelligent personI) Books <div> . www. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Aptifer Sans LT W02', 'Myriad Pro', Tahoma, Georgia, Arial; line-height: 20px; ">Whichbook.net</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Aptifer Sans LT W02', 'Myriad Pro', Tahoma, Georgia, Arial; line-height: 20px; "> enables millions of combinations of factors and then suggests books which most closely match your needs. Click to open and move the slider bars to set your choices.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span><div> . E-books<br /> 1- project gutenberg<br /> 2- manybooks.net<br /> 3- barleby.com<br /><br />II) non- lecture videos:<br /> 1- hulu news & information channel ( last days of WWII)<br /> 2- PBS videos " American experience"<br /> 3- moviefoundonline.com<br /><br />III) Scholarly Jurnals:<br /> 1- Directory of access journals<br /> 2- Google scholar<br /><br />IV) video and/or audio lectures:<br /> 1- Ted<br /> 2- academic earth ( philosophy of death by shelly kagan)<br /> 3- Forum network<br /> 4- itune u ( introduction to ancient greek History by yale proffesor Donald Kagan)<br /><br /><br />V) Intellectual reading:<br /> 1- The browser ( America wakes up to the shift in globel power from times online)<br /> 2- Long reads<br /><br />VI) tools to help you keep it all organized : (PERFECT )<br />1- Instapaper<br />2- evernote<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and thubs up for Google documents , watch documentary , good reads , stumble upon<br /><br />and if u r in search of usless crap : FML , cyanide and happiness , and MLIA</div></div>nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-14715613336892251352011-06-02T18:42:00.003+02:002011-06-02T18:51:50.345+02:00رجال صدقوا ما عاهدوا الله عليه (2) البراء بن مالك<div style="text-align: right;">هو ثاني أخوين عاشا في الله، وأعطيا رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم عهدا نما وأزهر مع الأيام..<br /><br />أما أولهما فهو أنس بن مالك خادم رسول الله عليه السلام.<br /><br />أخذته أمه أم سليم الى الرسول وعمره يوم ذاك عشر سنين وقالت:<br /><br />"يا رسول الله..<br />هذا أنس غلامك يخدمك، فادع الله له"..<br /><br />فقبّله رسول الله بين عينيه ودعا له دعوة ظلت تحدو عمره الطويل نحو الخير والبركة..<br /><br />دعا له لرسول فقال:<br /><br />" اللهم أكثر ماله، وولده، وبارك له، وأدخله الجنة"..<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"> فعاش تسعا وتسعين سنة، ورزق من البنين والحفدة كثيرين، كما أعطاه الله فيما أعطاه من رزق، بستانا رحبا ممرعا، كان يحمل الفاكهة في العام مرتين<br /><br />وثاني الأخوين، هو البراء بن مالك..<br /><br />عاش حياته العظيمة المقدامة، وشعاره:<br /><br />" الله، والجنة"..<br /><br />ومن كان يراه، وهو يقاتل في سبيل الله، كان يرى عجبا يفوق العجب..<br /><br />فلم يكن البراء حين يجاهد المشركين بسيفه ممن يبحثون عن النصر، وان يكن النصر آنئذ أجلّ غاية.. انما كان يبحث عن الشهادة..<br /><br />كانت كل أمانيه، أن يموت شهيدا، ويقضي نحبه فوق أرض معركة مجيدة من معارك الاسلام والحق..<br /><br />من أجل هذا، لم يتخلف عن مشهد ولا غزوة..<br /><br />وذات يوم ذهب اخوانه يعودونه، فقرأ وجوههم ثم قال:<br /><br />" لعلكم ترهبون أن أموت على فراشي..<br /><br />لا والله، لن يحرمني ربي الشهادة"..!!<br /><br />ولقد صدّق الله ظنه فيه، فلم يمت البراء على فراشه، بل مات شهيدا في معركة من أروع معارك الاسلام..!<br /><br />ولقد كانت بطولة البراء يوم اليمامة خليقة به.. خليقة بالبطل الذي كان عمر بن الخطاب يوصي ألا يكون قائدا أبدا، لأن جسارته واقدامه، وبحثه عن الموت.. كل هذا يجعل قيادته لغيره من المقاتلين مخاطرة تشبه الهلاك..!!<br /><br />وقف البراء يوم اليمامة وجيوش الاسلام تحت امرة خالد تتهيأ للنزال، وقف يتلمظ مستبطئا تلك اللحظات التي تمرّ كأنها السنين، قبل أن يصدر القائد أمره بالزحف..<br /><br />وعيناه الثاقبتان تتحركان في سرعة ونفاذ فوق أرض المعركة كلها، كأنهما تبحثان عن أصلح مكان لمصرع البطل..!!<br /><br />أجل فما كان يشغله في دنياه كلها غير هذه الغاية..<br /><br />حصاد كثير يتساقط من المشركين دعاة الظلام والباطل بحدّ سيفه الماحق..<br /><br />ثم ضربة تواتيه في نهاية المعركة من يد مشركة، يميل على أثرها جسده الى الأرض، على حين تأخذ روحه طريقها الى الملأ الأعلى في عرس الشهداء، وأعياد المباركين..!!<br /><br /><br />ونادى خالد: الله أكبر، فانطلقت الصفوف المرصوصة الى مقاديرها، وانطلق معها عاشق الموت البراء بن مالك..<br /><br />وراح يجندل أتباع مسيلمة الكذاب بسيفه.. وهم يتساقطون كأوراق الخريف تحت وميض بأسه..<br /><br />لم يكن جيش مسيلمة هزيلا، ولا قليلا.. بل كان أخطر جيوش الردة جميعا..<br /><br />وكان بأعداده، وعتاده، واستماتة مقاتليه، خطرا يفوق كل خطر..<br /><br />ولقد أجابوا على هجوم المسلمين شيء من الجزع. وانطلق زعماؤهم وخطباؤهم يلقون من فوق صهوات جيادهم كلمات التثبيت. ويذكرون بوعد الله..<br /><br />وكان البراء بن مالك جميل الصوت عاليه..<br /><br />وناداه القائد خالد تكلم يا براء..<br /><br />فصاح البراء بكلمات تناهت في الجزالة، والدّلالة، القوة..<br /><br />تلك هي:<br /><br />" يا أهل المدينة..<br /><br />لا مدينة لكم اليوم..<br /><br />انما هو الله والجنة"..<br /><br />كلمات تدل على روح قائلها وتنبئ بخصاله.<br /><br />أجل..<br /><br />انما هو الله، والجنة..!!<br /><br />وفي هذا الموطن، لا ينبغي أن تدور الخواطر حول شيء آخر..<br /><br />حتى المدينة، عاصمة الاسلام، والبلد الذي خلفوا فيه ديارهم ونساءهم وأولادهم، لا ينبغي أن يفكروا فيها، لأنهم اذا هزموا اليوم، فلن تكون هناك مدينة..<br /><br />وسرت كلمات البراء مثل.. مثل ماذا..؟<br /><br />ان أي تشبيه سيكون ظلما لحقيقة أثرها وتأثيرها..<br /><br />فلنقل: سرت كلمات البراء وكفى..<br /><br />ومضى وقت وجيز عادت بعده المعركة الى نهجها الأول..<br /><br />المسلمون يتقدمون، يسبقهم نصر مؤزر.<br /><br />والمشركون يتساقطون في حضيض هزيمة منكرة..<br /><br />والبراء هناك مع اخوانه يسيرون راية محمد صلى الله عليه وسلم الى موعدها العظيم..<br /><br />واندفع المشركون الى وراء هاربين، واحتموا بحديقة كبيرة دخلوها ولاذوا بها..<br /><br />وبردت المعركة في دماء المسلمين، وبدا أن في الامان تغير مصيرها بهذه الحيلة التي لجأ اليها أتباع مسيلمة وجيشه..<br /><br />وهنا علا البراء ربوة عالية وصاح:<br /><br />" يا معشر المسلمين..<br /><br />احملوني وألقوني عليهم في الحديقة"..<br /><br />ألم أقل لكم انه لا يبحث عن النصر بل عن الشهادة..!!<br /><br />ولقد تصوّر في هذه الخطة خير ختام لحياته، وخير صورة لمماته..!!<br /><br />فهو حين يقذف به الى الحديقة، يفتح المسلمين بابها، وفي نفس الوقت كذلك تكون أبواب الجنة تأخذ زينتها وتتفتح لاستقبال عرس جديد ومجيد..!!<br /><br />ولم ينتظر البراء أن يحمله قومه ويقذفوا به، فاعتلى هو الجدار، وألقى بنفسه داخل الحديقة وفتح الباب، واقتحمته جيوش الاسلام..<br /><br />ولكن حلم البراء لم يتحقق، فلا سيوف المشركين اغتالته، ولا هو لقي المصرع الذي كان يمني به نفسه..<br /><br />وصدق أبو بكر رضي الله عنه:<br /><br />" احرص على الموت..<br /><br />توهب لك الحياة"..!!<br /><br /><br /><br />صحيح أن جسد البطل تلقى يومئذ من سيوف المشركين بضعا وثمانين ضربة، أثخنته ببضع وثمانين جراحة، حتى لقد ظل بعد المعركة شهرا كاملا، يشرف خالد بن الوليد نفسه على تمريضه..<br /><br />ولكن كل هذا الذي أصابه كان دون غايته وما يتمنى..<br /><br />بيد أن ذلك لا يحمل البراء على اليأس.. فغدا تجيء معركة، ومعركة، ومعركة..<br /><br />ولقد تنبأ له رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم بأنه مستجاب الدعوة..<br /><br />فليس عليه الا أن يدعو ربه دائما أن يرزقه الشهادة، ثم عليه ألا يعجل، فلكل أجل كتاب..!!<br /><br /><br /><br />ويبرأ البراء من جراحات يوم اليمامة..<br /><br />وينطلق مع جيوش الاسلام التي ذهبت تشيّع قوى الظلام الى مصارعها.. هناك حيث تقوم امبراطوريتان خربتان فانيتان، الروم والفرس، تحتلان بجيوشهما الباغية بلاد الله، وتستعبدان عباده..<br /><br />ويضرب البراء بسيفه، ومكان كل ضربة يقوم جدار شاهق في بناء العالم الجديد الذي ينمو تحت راية الاسلام نموّا سريعا كالنهار المشرق.<br /><br /><br />وفي احدى حروب العراق لجأ الفرس في قتالهم الى كل وحشية دنيئة يستطيعونها..<br /><br />فاستعملوا كلاليب مثبتة في أطراف سلاسل محمأة بالنار، يلقونها من حصونهم، فتخطف من تناله من المسلمين الذين لا يستطيعون منها فكاكا..<br /><br />وكان البراء وأخوه العظيم أنس بن مالك قد وكل اليهما مع جماعة من المسلمين أمر واحد من تلك الحصون..<br /><br />ولكن أحد هذه الكلاليب سقط فجأة، فتعلق بأنس ولم يستطع أنس أن السلسلة ليخلص نفسه، اذ كانت تتوهج لهبا ونارا..<br /><br />وأبصرالبراء المشهد لإاسرع نحو أخيه الذي كانت السلسلة المحمأة تصعد به على سطح جدار الحصن.. وقبض على السلسلة بيديه وراح يعالجها في بأس شديد حتى قصمها وقطعها.. ونجا أنس وألقى البراء ومن معه نظرة على كفيه فلم يجدوهما مكانهما..!!<br /><br />لقد ذهب كل ما فيهما من لحم، وبقي هيكلهما العظمي مسمّرا محترقا..!!<br /><br />وقضى البطل فترة أخرى في علاج بطيء حتى بريء..<br /><br /><br />أما آن لعاشق الموت أن يبلغ غايته..؟؟<br /><br />بلى آن..!!<br /><br />وهاهي ذي موقعة تستر تجيء ليلاقي المسلمون فيها جيوش فارس<br /><br />ولتكون لـ البراء عيدا أي عيد.<br /><br /><br />احتشد أهل الأهواز، والفرس في جيش كثيف ليناجزوا المسلمين..<br /><br />وكتب امير المؤمنين عمر بن الخطاب الى سعد بن أبي وقاص بالكوفة ليرسل الى الأهواز جيشا..<br /><br />وكتب الى أبي موسى الأشعري بالبصرة ليرسل الى الأهواز جيشا، قائلا له في رسالته:<br /><br />" اجعل امير الجند سهيل بن عديّ..<br /><br />وليكن معه البراء بن مالك"..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />والتقى القادمون من الكوفة بالقادمين من البصرة ليواجهوا جيش الأهواز وجيش الفرس في معركة ضارية..<br /><br />كان الاخوان العظيمان بين الحنود المؤمنين.. أنس بن مالك، والبراء بن مالك..<br /><br />وبدأت الحرب بالمبارزة، فصرع البراء وحده مائة مبارز من الفرس..<br /><br />ثم التحمت الجيوش، وراح القتلى يتساقطون من الفرقين كليهما في كثرة كاثرة..<br /><br />واقترب بعض الصحابة من البراء، والقتال دائر، ونادوه قائلين:<br /><br />" أتذكر يا براء قول الرسول عنك: ربّ أشعث أغبر ذي طمرين لا يؤبه له، لو أقسم على الله لأبرّه، منهم البراء بن مالك..؟<br /><br />يا براء أقسم على ربك، ليهزمهم وينصرنا"..<br /><br />ورفع البراء ذراعيه الى السماء ضارعا داعيا:<br /><br />" اللهم امنحنا أكتافهم..<br /><br />اللهم اهزمهم..<br /><br />وانصرنا عليهم..<br /><br />وألحقني اليوم بنبيّك"..<br /><br />ألقى على جبين أخيه أنس الذي كان يقاتل قريبا منه.. نظرة طويلة، كأنه يودّعه..<br /><br />وانقذف المسلمون في استبسال لم تألفه الدنيا من سواهم..<br /><br />ونصروا نصرا مبينا.<br /><br /><br />ووسط شهداء المعركة، كان هناك البراء تعلو وجهه ابتسامة هانئة كضوء الفجر.. وتقبض يمناه على حثيّة من تراب مضمّخة بدمه الطهور..<br /><br />لقد بلغ المسافر داره..<br /><br />وأنهى مع اخوانه الشهداء رحلة عمر جليل وعظيم، ونودوا:<br /><br />( أن تلكم الجنة، أورثتموها بما كنتم تعملون)..<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-52042489418315541452011-06-02T18:25:00.003+02:002011-06-02T18:29:53.908+02:00رجال صدقوا ما عاهدوا الله عليه (1) سعد بن معاذ<div style="text-align: right;"><b>سعد بن معاذ بن النعمان بن امرؤ القيس الأنصاري الأوسي الأشهلي</b> أمه كبشة بنت رافع. صحابي من أهل المدينة، سيد <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%A3%D9%88%D8%B3" title="الأوس" class="mw-redirect">الأوس</a>. يكنى أباعمر. أسلم على يد <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D9%85%D8%B5%D8%B9%D8%A8_%D8%A8%D9%86_%D8%B9%D9%85%D9%8A%D8%B1" title="مصعب بن عمير">مصعب بن عمير</a> الذي أوفده <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D9%85%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF_%D8%A8%D9%86_%D8%B9%D8%A8%D8%AF_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87" title="محمد بن عبد الله" class="mw-redirect">الرسول</a> <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a> للدعوة في المدينة قبل الهجرة، وقال لبني عبد الأشهل: «<span title="خط عربي" class="arabic-international" style=";font-family:Scheherazade,Lateef,'KFGQPC Uthmanic Script HAFS','Traditional Arabic',Geezah;font-size:1.3em;" lang="und-Arab" >"كلام رجالكم ونسائكم علي حرام حتى تسلموا"</span>» فأسلموا فكان من أعظم الناس بركة في الإسلام وأقام <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D9%85%D8%B5%D8%B9%D8%A8_%D8%A8%D9%86_%D8%B9%D9%85%D9%8A%D8%B1" title="مصعب بن عمير">مصعب بن عمير</a> في داره يدعو الناس إلى الإسلام. كان سعد وأسيد بن الحضير يكسران الأصنام. ولما هاجر النبي <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a> آخى بينه وبين <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B3%D8%B9%D8%AF_%D8%A8%D9%86_%D8%A3%D8%A8%D9%8A_%D9%88%D9%82%D8%A7%D8%B5" title="سعد بن أبي وقاص">سعد بن أبي وقاص</a><br /><br /><h2><span class="editsection"></span> <span class="mw-headline" id=".D9.81.D9.8A_.D8.BA.D8.B2.D9.88.D8.A9_.D8.A8.D8.AF.D8.B1_.D9.88.D8.A3.D8.AD.D8.AF">في غزوة بدر وأحد</span></h2><br /><p>وعندما خرج المسلمون إلى <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D9%85%D8%B9%D8%B1%D9%83%D8%A9_%D8%A8%D8%AF%D8%B1" title="معركة بدر" class="mw-redirect">بدر</a> لملاقاة المشركين واستشار النبي <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a> <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%A3%D9%86%D8%B5%D8%A7%D8%B1" title="الأنصار" class="mw-redirect">الأنصار</a>، فقال سعد: «<span title="خط عربي" class="arabic-international" style=";font-family:Scheherazade,Lateef,'KFGQPC Uthmanic Script HAFS','Traditional Arabic',Geezah;font-size:1.3em;" lang="und-Arab" >آمنا بك وصدقناك وشهدنا أن ماجئت به هو الحق وأعطيناك مواثيقنا على السمع والطاعة فامض يارسول الله لما أردت فنحن معك فوالذي بعثك بالحق لو استعرضت بنا هذا البحر لخضناه معك ما تخلف منا رجل واحد وما نكره أن تلقى بنا عدواً غداً إنا لصبر عند الحرب صدق عند اللقاء لعل الله يريك فينا ما تقر به عينك فسر بنا على بركة الله</span>».</p> <p>فسر رسول الله <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a> لقوله، وحمل سعد لواء الأوس في المعركة وأبلى بلاءً حسناً. وشهد <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%BA%D8%B2%D9%88%D8%A9_%D8%A3%D8%AD%D8%AF" title="غزوة أحد">أحد</a> مع النبي <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a>، وثبت معه حين ولى الناس وأبدى شجاعة فائقة.</p><h2><span class="mw-headline" id=".D8.BA.D8.B2.D9.88.D8.A9_.D8.A7.D9.84.D8.AE.D9.86.D8.AF.D9.82_.D9.88.D9.85.D8.A7_.D8.A8.D8.B9.D8.AF.D9.87.D8.A7_.D9.88.D9.88.D9.81.D8.A7.D8.AA.D9.87">غزوة الخندق وما بعدها ووفاته</span></h2><br /><p>وشهد <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%BA%D8%B2%D9%88%D8%A9_%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%AE%D9%86%D8%AF%D9%82" title="غزوة الخندق">الخندق</a> وروي أنه مر على أمه والسيدة <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B9%D8%A7%D8%A6%D8%B4%D8%A9_%D8%A8%D9%86%D8%AA_%D8%A3%D8%A8%D9%8A_%D8%A8%D9%83%D8%B1" title="عائشة بنت أبي بكر">عائشة بنت أبي بكر</a> وعليه درع له خرجت منها ذراعه وفي يده حربة وهو ينشد: «<span title="خط عربي" class="arabic-international" style=";font-family:Scheherazade,Lateef,'KFGQPC Uthmanic Script HAFS','Traditional Arabic',Geezah;font-size:1.3em;" lang="und-Arab" >لابأس بالموت إذا حان الأجل</span>» فقالت أم سعد: «<span title="خط عربي" class="arabic-international" style=";font-family:Scheherazade,Lateef,'KFGQPC Uthmanic Script HAFS','Traditional Arabic',Geezah;font-size:1.3em;" lang="und-Arab" >الحق يابني قد والله أخرت</span>» فقالت عائشة: «<span title="خط عربي" class="arabic-international" style=";font-family:Scheherazade,Lateef,'KFGQPC Uthmanic Script HAFS','Traditional Arabic',Geezah;font-size:1.3em;" lang="und-Arab" >يا أم سعد لوددت أن درع سعد أسبغ مما هي</span>» فخافت أمه عليه فأصابه سهم في ذراعه فقطع أكحله (عرق من وسط الذراع) فقال سعد: «<span title="خط عربي" class="arabic-international" style=";font-family:Scheherazade,Lateef,'KFGQPC Uthmanic Script HAFS','Traditional Arabic',Geezah;font-size:1.3em;" lang="und-Arab" >اللهم إن كنت أبقيت من حرب <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D9%82%D8%B1%D9%8A%D8%B4" title="قريش">قريش</a> شيئاً فأبقني لها فإنه لا قوم أحب إلي أن أجاهدهم فيك من قوم آذوا نبيك وكذبوه وأخرجوه اللهم إن كنت وضعت الحرب بيننا وبينهم فاجعلها لي شهادة ولا تمتني حتى تقر عيني من <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%A8%D9%86%D9%88_%D9%82%D8%B1%D9%8A%D8%B8%D8%A9" title="بنو قريظة">بني قريظة</a></span>» ثم حمل إلى المسجد فأقام له النبي <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a> خيمة فيه ليعوده من قريب ثم كواه النبي <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a> بالنار مرتين فانتفخت يده ونزف الدم، فلما رأى سعد ذلك قال: «<span title="خط عربي" class="arabic-international" style=";font-family:Scheherazade,Lateef,'KFGQPC Uthmanic Script HAFS','Traditional Arabic',Geezah;font-size:1.3em;" lang="und-Arab" >اللهم لا تخرج نفسي حتى تقر عيني من بني قريظة فما قطر عرقه قطرة بعدها</span>».</p> <p>ولما حاصر النبي <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a> بني قريظة طلبوا منه أن ينزلوا على حكم سعد بن معاذ، وكانوا مواليه وحلفاءه في الجاهلية. فجاء سعد رسول الله مستنداً على حمار له، فلما رآه <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a> قال: «<span title="خط عربي" class="arabic-international" style=";font-family:Scheherazade,Lateef,'KFGQPC Uthmanic Script HAFS','Traditional Arabic',Geezah;font-size:1.3em;" lang="und-Arab" >قوموا إلى سيدكم فقاموا إليه فأنزلوه</span>» فقال له النبي <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a>: «<span title="خط عربي" class="arabic-international" style=";font-family:Scheherazade,Lateef,'KFGQPC Uthmanic Script HAFS','Traditional Arabic',Geezah;font-size:1.3em;" lang="und-Arab" >احكم فيهم</span>» قال: «<span title="خط عربي" class="arabic-international" style=";font-family:Scheherazade,Lateef,'KFGQPC Uthmanic Script HAFS','Traditional Arabic',Geezah;font-size:1.3em;" lang="und-Arab" >فإني أحكم أن تقتل الرجال وتقسم الأموال وتسبى الذراري</span>». فقال <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a>: «<span title="خط عربي" class="arabic-international" style=";font-family:Scheherazade,Lateef,'KFGQPC Uthmanic Script HAFS','Traditional Arabic',Geezah;font-size:1.3em;" lang="und-Arab" >لقد حكمت فيهم بحكم الله ورسوله فلما قتل آخر رجل منهم انفجر الدم من عرقه</span>» واحتضنه النبي <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a>: «<span title="خط عربي" class="arabic-international" style=";font-family:Scheherazade,Lateef,'KFGQPC Uthmanic Script HAFS','Traditional Arabic',Geezah;font-size:1.3em;" lang="und-Arab" >فجعلت الدماء تسيل على رسول الله وجعل <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%A3%D8%A8%D9%88_%D8%A8%D9%83%D8%B1" title="أبو بكر">أبو بكر</a> <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B9%D9%85%D8%B1_%D8%A8%D9%86_%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%AE%D8%B7%D8%A7%D8%A8" title="عمر بن الخطاب">وعمر</a> يبكيان ويسترجعان</span>» وتوفي على إثرها فاهتز له عرش الرحمن.</p> <p>حضر رسول الله <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a> تغسيله ودفنه، ولما وضع في قبره كبر رسول الله وكبر المسلمون حتى ارتج البقيع. فقال رسول الله <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a>: «<span title="خط عربي" class="arabic-international" style=";font-family:Scheherazade,Lateef,'KFGQPC Uthmanic Script HAFS','Traditional Arabic',Geezah;font-size:1.3em;" lang="und-Arab" >تضايق القبر على صاحبكم وضم ضمة لو نجا منها أحد لنجا سعد</span>»، ثم فرج الله عنه، ولما انصرف من جنازته ذرفت دموعه حتى بلت لحيته. وندبته أمه فقال <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a>: «<span title="خط عربي" class="arabic-international" style=";font-family:Scheherazade,Lateef,'KFGQPC Uthmanic Script HAFS','Traditional Arabic',Geezah;font-size:1.3em;" lang="und-Arab" >كل نادبة كاذبة إلا نادبة سعد</span>». وأهدى رسول الله <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a> ثوب حرير جعل الصحابة يتعجبون من لينه وحسنه، فقال <a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B5%D9%84%D9%89_%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%84%D9%87_%D8%B9%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%87_%D9%88%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85" title="صلى الله عليه وسلم"><img alt="صلى الله عليه وسلم" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg/21px-Mohamed_peace_be_upon_him.svg.png" height="21" width="21" /></a>: «<span title="خط عربي" class="arabic-international" style=";font-family:Scheherazade,Lateef,'KFGQPC Uthmanic Script HAFS','Traditional Arabic',Geezah;font-size:1.3em;" lang="und-Arab" >مناديل سعد في الجنة أحسن من هذا</span>». توفي وهو ابن سته وثلاثين سنة.</p><br /></div>nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-19603309320745400122011-06-02T02:50:00.005+02:002011-06-06T01:42:19.364+02:00الشهيد<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EetTpQcsEnM/TebfDkJVArI/AAAAAAAAACw/U5HTSD_SXtc/s1600/%25D8%25AE%25D8%25A7%25D9%2584%25D8%25AF%2B%25D8%25B3%25D8%25B9%25D9%258A%25D8%25AF.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EetTpQcsEnM/TebfDkJVArI/AAAAAAAAACw/U5HTSD_SXtc/s320/%25D8%25AE%25D8%25A7%25D9%2584%25D8%25AF%2B%25D8%25B3%25D8%25B9%25D9%258A%25D8%25AF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613419237899305650" border="0" /></a>الشهيد خالد سعيد 6-6-2010<br /><br />في ذكرى رجل بوفاته ايقظ الضمائر , بصورته وحد القلوب و بإسمه صار خالدا متوجا في اعلى عروش التاريخ<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-6245174601953036372011-05-30T20:03:00.002+02:002011-05-30T20:11:05.690+02:00colour illusionwell first of all this post indicates that i suffer from a serious mental illness , it's just a thought that has been haunting me for a couple of days i have to let it out.<br /><br />COLOURS !!<br />ok so here is the thought<br />what if we see colours differently , what if what i see blue ohter people see red<br />what if the wavelength of these rays of light and colour affect how these colours are tranlated in our brains<br />for example i see blue as<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">BLUE</span></span> what if another person sees what i see blue as <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">BLUE</span><br />but i was taught that <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">this colour is named blue , <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">while that other person was taught that <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">this colour means blue</span></span></span> this way we can both be looking at the same colour each of us seeing it differently but at the same time we call it the same name<br />it's impossible to see through other people's eyes , so we can not put such a thought out of question<br /><br /><br />well , after reading this again i came to the conclusion that i am messed up real badnouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-39162526769540235962011-05-26T21:01:00.004+02:002011-05-30T20:14:50.589+02:00people do not changei believe that people do not change, they develop.<br />when a seed becomes a plant , it isn't due to change , it's due to growth and development<br />it's the same thing with humans, one cannot change. habbits may change, appearance, way of thinking,.. etc<br />however it is all due to the accumulation of experiences , for example, when some one is too romantic , then after a year, you meet him and he becomes so indifferent , did he change?!<br />no he didn't , maybe he got hurt and descided to think and feel things in a calmer way , but then he found that calm was not good enough so in another year he descided to be insenstive or cold.<br />he did not change he developed due to a life experience , this development or what people call change would've never happened if it wasn't for this accumulation of life experiences.<br /><br />another example is people who became more selfish due to examples of selfish people who succeed and selfless people who end up miserable<br />and so on with examples that never end<br />simpy it's the jurney of life , DEVELOPMENT AND GROWTH<br />affects every creature in this world , plant, animal and indeed humansnouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866087750474806885.post-75557969669132472802011-05-24T02:22:00.004+02:002011-05-30T20:19:19.211+02:00my wizardsince my early childhood i always go for signs metaphores and wise talkings, and i think such things affected my personaloty so much and helped me shape my self a good deal.<br />one of these things was the Harry Potter series of books<br />the first book started when Harry was 11 , so was i when I first read it<br />and since then , every year in the cairo book faire, just a couple of months before my birthday , i go buy the new book of harry potter , he grows a year older , as do i<br />till i was 17 , that's when it all ended by the last page of the last book.<br /><br />" you should have died , died rather than betray you friends, just as we would've done for you"<br />this is a quotation from the 3rd book ' prisoner of azkaban" it became my life motto for a very long time , and still is along with others<br /><br />courage, strength, bending rules, having fun, loyalty , the eternal fight of good agains evil, honesty, love and frienship were things that harry potter carved in me year after year , page after page, book after book , he became my friend , his friends became my society and his dreams affected my dreams, i sure learned alot from the little little wizard friend of mine<br /><br />thank you J.K. Rowling.nouranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383709011084468640noreply@blogger.com0