tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73127406873974606802024-03-21T13:13:04.462-07:00camp blogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-61248500306532859652012-08-25T06:25:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:40.126-08:00Lights Will Guide You Home.<br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It’s been a long time; my heart barely knows what spring means. Winter lasted so long this time. I tried my best to end it, wanted a shore, a sun and someone beside me healing my shattered heart with tenderness. But winter lasted so long…</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />Winters don’t stay long; they are visitors, normally, yes! I remember they once described them as visitors, sadly they weren’t. They were more as illness that loves sticking around you, and it never left me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />Cloudy cloudy, it was always cloudy, rain tried to wash the heart, but snow kept on pouring and covered everything, even the street lights weren’t reflected into something real, they were directed to an empty space, and I was lost there fascinated about those fake lights, with people having the same soul, alike faces and different names.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />I kept on crying and no one ever noticed. Maybe because I love to cry outdoor under the clouds and they thought it’s only the rain drops on my face, they are so complicated to understand! I cried alone under the rainy clouds with the moon shining once and disappearing behind the clouds twice everyday for years.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />I thought my heart wasn’t meant to see a spring, started believing that love wasn’t existed for me, I loved pushing everyone away from me, I made myself believe that. I kept on saying: I don’t need anyone, I’m not that kind of people who love to be attached to anyone anyhow, I just kept saying that, and maybe that’s why spring never came, and my tears never knew any one but me to wipe them away.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />Life isn’t always sunny where the sun rises, it’s not always a forest where the river is, it’s not always sleeping when the night falls, and they are not always rain drops on people’s faces.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />Lights aren’t stable; they move sometimes, they light a spot upon someone for you to notice. Immediately you are there, a spell takes over.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />Everyday is a feast, shiny lights over the world, heart is lit and I’m feeling much, I’m feeling, after all I felt much! I kneel praying, it came! I’ll take this chance, I’ll live it, I’ll be selfish for a while and ignore all the signs and thoughts I had about leaving, I’ll just stay, it’s a feeling, lights weren’t lit for waste and you haven’t came for nothing. I’ll stay, I’ll stay.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />Gasps increase even when sitting, thinking never gave me a break, this feeling is a loud voice in an empty room.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />I pray, I pray I would find an answer, a solution! Great GOD show me something, give me a sign, I’ll follow it, tell me what to do and I’ll do it, I promise you I’ll do it, just show me something, show me something.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />Not everyone we desire walks on feet, they sometimes have got wings, they fly. We often see things in deep, we don’t look at someone but we look through them, what their eyes say, what they reflect, the person hiding inside, we see that once the light is there, it’s beautiful!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />Lights will guide the heart where home is, I chose to stay in my spot doing nothing, I’ll wait an answer, I hope it comes quick, I’m afraid, this spot light is getting bigger and my heart is so small to be noticed in it. I’ll wait for an answer, and whether someone came or not, I hope I’ll be there where that shore is, and I’ll be happy with a soft wave listening to me under a shiny Sun. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjar_CV_dV7CSeRet-AJi3bvFhrs8KEiTB1sPstjHsa8FFMMKpBszFbLge993MFviYpC5Zi2gPWjMimShXCu_rrAScEHRSknZzaFTDu-YOT7YhgTRaAnB0EQc2peaY0VZdW8pvxCLN5cY4/s1600/6814333121_5118369a20_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjar_CV_dV7CSeRet-AJi3bvFhrs8KEiTB1sPstjHsa8FFMMKpBszFbLge993MFviYpC5Zi2gPWjMimShXCu_rrAScEHRSknZzaFTDu-YOT7YhgTRaAnB0EQc2peaY0VZdW8pvxCLN5cY4/s320/6814333121_5118369a20_z.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-63925020299203929322012-08-09T08:52:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:40.132-08:00The Land of the Great Phoenix<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have been there, the land of the great phoenix…</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />We have been there, once, twice and even more than numbers can count...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />It’s beyond rainbows and the clouds, beyond earth and the stars, and it has a great phoenix, the greatest phoenix of all lands.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /> It’s beautiful and clean, magical and full of colors... Fixes those who are broken, heals those who are suffering, loves who are hated, and gives those who ask…</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />It lights your road with shiny lights, gives you signs to follow, and opens your eyes to new directions and chances! Guides you where you want to be, and gives you enough hope and strength to reach what you deserve.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />“Land of dreams”, they call it, we belong there, we know it, we have been there, we feel it, and we live there, for a while, while dreaming, and that’s the 24 hours of the day.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />Our dreams are shattered sometimes, our hearts are a one pole of a Magnet most of the times, we do yell and fight, we do weep and cry, we fall apart and we drifted at some points from the path we are in. then the sun shined upon us, we had few days, we welcomed feelings, laughed much and cried less. but we don't care anymore, the owner of our land is a Phoenix, and a Phoenix is a bird that was reborn from its ashes, we won't care, not today, not tomorrow. our memories are immortal, they'll always be saved in a castle room with a charming princess in the hidden land where we belong, the land of the great Phoenix. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bZplT7bsqhhThIY_tZ6yEuThRcoParXbDU-Ep6vGRvBTiddwoZS61kmf7-1PZK2tbKePtT-pPfiLRhE6cTy6i4y2OLCUwdGagYHNZEPWDrQzmBUTwe4rXuVO4DgTlpqN5m1KG62yM18/s1600/phoenix+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bZplT7bsqhhThIY_tZ6yEuThRcoParXbDU-Ep6vGRvBTiddwoZS61kmf7-1PZK2tbKePtT-pPfiLRhE6cTy6i4y2OLCUwdGagYHNZEPWDrQzmBUTwe4rXuVO4DgTlpqN5m1KG62yM18/s320/phoenix+(1).jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><br /><br /><o:p> </o:p></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-90102070809898751352012-07-06T05:01:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:40.137-08:00Silence.<div class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="tab-stops: 111.4pt;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">I heard you singing my name, in a Blue sky you exist; in skies you sang my name…</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">I heard you crying my name, in an exile you exist; in an exile you cried my name…</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">I heard you screaming my name, in darkness you exist; in darkness you screamed my name…</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Gone far the distance, through the dark tunnels, across the wild forests, deep onto seas, between giant mountains where everything is silent, Gone, Gone where there's no one, where there's no tongs, where words aren't tidy, where languages are complicated to be spoken…</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">But you're still here, in everything; everywhere, singing once, crying twice and screaming more often…</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Silence silence, where's the place where I can rest my thoughts, take my sins away and pull me deep, deep the complications of your emptiness, take me into a space where I can hear no one talking, where action is holy and talking is a sin…</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Oceans, you have eyes to see, heart to cry, hands to hold and emptiness to hide... take me in, move your hands toward the beach and take me in, take me in, embrace me with your heart, touch my soul with your kindness and take me under, under is peace, under is where the loud world above is reflected into silence, everything means something, it's all actions, no big mouths, no moving tongs, sealed lips and silence.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">I'm light enough to be carried, pure enough to be kissed, happy enough to be loved and alive enough to not hear your songs, cries and screams.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Now I'll live forever, forever won't be over, forever will be a sweet space of silence where all actions are done thousands miles down under a killing pressure with silence.</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-77063709336127855702012-04-05T19:43:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:40.173-08:00It Gives & Takes...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">On rooftops, when it's cloudy, I scream, when it's cloudy I scream.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%;"> I scream when it's cloudy hoping that one cloud could embrace my heart and fly me away from earth, away from my body.<o:p></o:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">On rooftops when it's sunny, I scream, when it's Sunny I scream.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%;"> I scream when it's Sunny wishing a warm sun ray to go through me and light the dark corners in my soul.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">On rooftops, when it's rainy, I scream, when it's rainy I scream. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">I scream when it's rainy thinking rain could wash away the past that's burning inside of me…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">I dream, I dream of a Sunny world, numerous numbers of clouds, and endless rain, endless pouring rain. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">That's only a dream; I can't have it all! Why? You're asking me why? Simple: it gives and takes, Life gives and takes.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">Cover my smile, kill my ambitions, poison my dreams, I'll scream: it gives and takes.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">Destroy my memories, burn my home, hide my Sun, I'll scream: it gives and takes. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">Pull me back, bring me down, lock me thoughts, I'll scream: it gives and takes. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">No lights, the world is falling apart, no forgiveness nor even truth, I'll scream: it gives and takes.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">Loneliness, complains and cries, anger and missing, I'll scream: It gives and takes.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">Sun rises when the moon hides, I'll scream: it gives and takes…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">Happiness shows up when we had enough pain, I'll scream: it gives and takes…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">Loneliness might stay for a while, but friends stay forever, I'll scream: it gives and takes…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">Tears of sadness reach your lips to water a smile, I'll scream: it gives and takes…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; ">When it's over, it's a start, I'll scream: it gives and takes, it gives and takes…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span dir="LTR" style="line-height: 115%; "><span>I'll move on alone, I'll never walk with a mindless crowd, won't dream with a broken heart, won't scream for nothing! I'll move on with my head high and big dreams, I'll move on not afraid from losing because it gives and takes, life gives and takes. </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"></p><p style="font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-86557869913315735742012-03-26T17:12:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:40.179-08:00Need a Hug?!<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/7019264421/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7114/7019264421_bb7c9bbfa8.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/7019264421/">Need a Hug?!</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/">Sabri Jaber</a>.</span></div><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-49714644997330370242012-03-26T17:10:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:40.184-08:00Where's the Princess?<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/7019265727/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7259/7019265727_64ce66ef63.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/7019265727/">Where's the Princess? </a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/">Sabri Jaber</a>.</span></div><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-79769047601249533562012-03-26T17:09:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:40.189-08:006 as 1!<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/7019264005/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7194/7019264005_2071716e2d.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/7019264005/">Balls as one! </a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/">Sabri Jaber</a>.</span></div><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-6386524982488288882012-03-01T10:55:00.000-08:002012-11-14T22:38:40.195-08:00Soul Surfer- Movie Review!It was a Friday night when I and a friend of mine decided not to go out and stay home for a movie night, I've already got my copy of a movie called "Soul Surfer" couple of days ago and asked my friend if he's OK with me deciding what to watch, yes, he replied. It's been almost a year since I watched the top #10 Box office with Soul Surfer topping the list by then, something attracted me in the trailer enough to remember it after a whole year, that was a sentence passed by which is: "Something good is gonna come out of this." Yes, it was that what touched me in the deep.<br /><br />In brief and not to ruin the movie for those who haven't watched it yet, Soul Surfer is based on a true story of a girl who existed on this planet with exceptional courage and determination, she loved surfing ever since she was a child and it was her ultimate passion, lost her arm while practicing for a surfing competition with her friends but never let that stop her from continuing what she's started. She never gave up, never complained but worked harder and harder. And thus, she started the journey of starting over and getting used to her new life style and surfing with one arm. Been through a lot of challenges and experiences and made a successful story of her sorrow.<br /><br />The movie explains life; the girl lost her arm the thing she needed to do her daily only thing: surfing. Imagine you love reading and lost your eyes, love writing and lost your arms, love running and lost your legs, or even love surfing and lost one of your arms! How would you react about that? What will be your choices? Will you run away and give up on your passion, your dream?! A big number of people would do that, they run away, they deal with it as if it's the end of the world, they chose to give up, they chose to stop, to let go their passion and purpose of living and thus they end up miserable for the rest of their lives unless they decided to never let go the dream, like what the girl did.<br />She had the choice to give up, had every single reason to complain and cry, had the choice to just forget about surfing and start a new leisure activity that requires one hand. She tried; she never had her passion off her mind, faced difficulties and challenges, never hided herself being afraid from how would people look at me and the pity look in their eyes once they see her, NO! She faced that, faced her problems with strength instead of running away and her family did play a significant rule in supporting her, family support does help, a lot. But she's a human, and a human being gets weak, she got weak at some point, or to be more specific, she felt lost.<br /><br />Lost is good, it's good to feel lost sometimes, when we do, we start searching for another road other than the one we're in. we get lost just to find a better road than the one we were in. sometimes what we need is just experience something new, to meet new people, to find something motivating, something worth dying for, something would make us feel happy just having it done, to appreciate what we have, we need, we need what we love, what makes us alive, we need a dream, a dream to fight for.<br />She felt lost, and thought running away from town would make her forget about surfing, she took a new road without even thinking about it. She's been through an experience that changed her perspectives about her life, she saw people who lost things more important than a hand, she got inspired by a natural disaster, she got hope from people who lost almost everything they had but decided to move on and start over.<br /><br />She got back home with determination and a dream in paint. She had no idea about how to make it, she just felt it, wanted it so bad and been a hard worker getting used to surfing with one arm, eventually, with all the ups and downs she's been through, from all the pain she's felt, from her biggest lost came out the good thing. Couple of years later she made a successful story and became a public figure, her life's changed a lot for the better and she got out of life what she's put into it. And see, a Movie about her was made while she's still alive, she inspired millions by sharing her story with the world, taught us life, taught us that life's worthy, to not give up, to dream big, to keep on moving, to be strong, to stay positive no matter what, to smile when you have all the reasons to cry, to see the hard times as good, to see life in a new perspective, Hope, when there's no one around there's hope, there's God that created us and won't ever give up on us.<br /><br />When your world falls apart and life seem to be cruel on you just raise your head up and chose to stay strong, to never give up, to work hard and never let go the dream, look above, baby dreamer look above where the clouds are and whisper: "Something good is gonna come out of this."<br /><br /><a 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We are colors, we are who we are, no matter what’s your color, you will always belong here, to this big earth under its beautiful sky. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><br /><br />Created By: Sabri Jaber<br /><br />All rights reserved. Jan,012.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-70922608803415028562012-01-07T12:27:00.000-08:002012-11-14T22:38:40.274-08:00Children, Tomorrow's Leaders!-an article about Child Abuse.<br /><br /><br />Children are tomorrow’s leaders, by upbringing a child with love and respect, you build a better tomorrow of healthy people. Striking children, intimidate and hitting them are only the destruction of their personalities and identities!<br /><br />Children were born healthy, beautiful and free of ugliness! They're like a seed, a seed needs good land, love and pure water to grow as a tree and give us sweet fruits. By abusing them we water the plant of hatred inside of them, we destroy the good person they are, and what hurts them the most is when they're subjected to humiliation and abuse from people from who they love, a mother, a father or any other family member.<br /><br />They're like clay, the way you form it with your hands while it's still wet is what they will be when they grow up, you form it in a beautiful shape with love, it will be lovely and sweet, and you form it in an ugly shape with hands full of hatred it will give nothing but hate and destruction to the future.<br /><br />Children could be abused in many different ways, sexually, physically, emotionally or child neglecting. Also it exists because there are hierarchical powers that subjugate people the world over, and they take the form of global poverty, slavery, occupation, diseases and wars. Children, having to rely on adults for their basic needs, are exploited as a result of these global issues and power imbalances. Therefore, the issue of child abuse is not just one of getting parents/guardians to stop hitting or hurting children, but also of tackling the much larger issues that affect everyone.<br /><br />While physical abuse might be the most visible sign, other types of abuse, such as emotional abuse or child neglect, also leave deep, long lasting scars and effects like: Aggressive behavior, Alcohol and/or other drug abuse, attention and oppositional behavior problems, lying, stealing, panic attacks, academic difficulties, self-neglect, social withdrawal, sexual dysfunction, lack of trust and relationship difficulties and core feeling of being worthless or damaged.<br /><br />That leads us to say that abusing children is as dangerous as killing them, how couldn't it be and the good nature they were born with has been destroyed because of abuse?! And once they're affected, they'll affect the future/themselves in a nonproductive way as they'll suffer from the above issues having to deal with the mentality they have got and live their life struggling and trying to find a way out to forget their horrible past.<br /> <br />Let us change the way we treat them, let’s give them what we have always wanted to have during our childhood. Let’s hug them, kiss them, smile to them and tell them how much we love them, how much they are beautiful, wonderful and worthy, let us strengthen the confidence in them. Give them love, teach them how to love and tell them about the power of love, of change! Eventually when they're fulfilled with love they'll give it to others, and others will give it to others and so on...<br />Learn the signs and symptoms of child abuse, try to help preventing it and give a hand for those who need it. Help breaking the cycle of hatred and abuse by passing the word to everyone you know and ask them to do the same, you never know whose Child's life could be saved because of you!<br /><br />An article by Sabri Basim Jaber.<br />Jan,012.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-77581749185579506122011-11-08T16:58:00.000-08:002012-11-14T22:38:40.345-08:00a little friend, a little bird!<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">I have a little brother... a little friend, a little bird...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">I have a little brother... a hero for my novels, passion for my dreams...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">I have a little brother... light for my road, moon for my nights, a sunrise for my days...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">I have a little brother... a beautiful rainbow after the rainy days, a sea of love, a deep ocean of emotions...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">I have a little brother... a winner when losing, a champion everyday...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">I have a little brother... the start of ends, the joy of kids, the smile of angels, the purity of a Unicorn and the power of a Phoenix...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">I have a brother who have me; who have me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Dedicated to Mahmoud Jaber. :) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Sabri. Jaber. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-14541760598535709842011-10-31T14:23:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:40.502-08:00Say NO to Child Abuse-Final!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqlnPnSFW_nEda_YDmv3B_-4VEOT3ZYWnPcuXELsUy__F1crDir09StsoRTml8676FudyqUQtTXnb6i2PkXutM3arZGA5Vw9bQ-g6u1cekkdDsMiD2DUqJq-jl6JQvFdyplLWhQW56O8/s1600/Say+NO+to+Child+Abuse.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqlnPnSFW_nEda_YDmv3B_-4VEOT3ZYWnPcuXELsUy__F1crDir09StsoRTml8676FudyqUQtTXnb6i2PkXutM3arZGA5Vw9bQ-g6u1cekkdDsMiD2DUqJq-jl6JQvFdyplLWhQW56O8/s320/Say+NO+to+Child+Abuse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669771858218827538" border="0" /></a><br />Last poster of the sequence<br />Say NO to...<br /><br />Sabri Jaber.<br /><br />All rights reserved011.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-41007052515157222012011-09-24T12:44:00.001-07:002012-11-14T22:38:40.654-08:00Colors in Jars!<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/6178926564/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6175/6178926564_f5079a2aec.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/6178926564/">Colors in Jars!</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/">Sabri Jaber</a>.</span></div><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-19163926980191239682011-09-24T12:44:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:40.575-08:00Turn it to see it colored!<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/6178926542/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6160/6178926542_ecb5a40214.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/6178926542/">Turn it to see it colored!</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/">Sabri Jaber</a>.</span></div><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-70479312899076757482011-09-18T06:30:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:40.726-08:00Cartoons!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhenx521MKmILqAKunlG-W2DKM3loTq7LGB00yVaBPt2Z_JL8A6KWscEMYJJwGgYnQzp-qaTzyBC5OSCB61CokGI8RA896w6uy_qYlIaENpFrN3LtNHYkEyHh3aj1nt_noPk5gTwiffZYo/s1600/201106081068.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhenx521MKmILqAKunlG-W2DKM3loTq7LGB00yVaBPt2Z_JL8A6KWscEMYJJwGgYnQzp-qaTzyBC5OSCB61CokGI8RA896w6uy_qYlIaENpFrN3LtNHYkEyHh3aj1nt_noPk5gTwiffZYo/s320/201106081068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653697269881674562" /></a>Cartoon <span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">characters originally</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">created by me.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">All Rights Reserved2011 </span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZcnkyHsIb6lRISUM2t4yx8JW8mF1YdCt_sovP80i9IhzfftIVUMJ4tYMAMED1xn55t0hAeLtywiCvWnFcinZ-9uEBE-HBbVHdjNrqQSYdB2jFQjn91Tab5Hd0OzAMAfzOsdb_mBX5-E/s1600/20110130480.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZcnkyHsIb6lRISUM2t4yx8JW8mF1YdCt_sovP80i9IhzfftIVUMJ4tYMAMED1xn55t0hAeLtywiCvWnFcinZ-9uEBE-HBbVHdjNrqQSYdB2jFQjn91Tab5Hd0OzAMAfzOsdb_mBX5-E/s320/20110130480.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653697117350608994" /></a><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxfu8FQpxS1T0ty8hX16PM2hOKCkMNXvnTjcI8H-ZWx-IjCtctW_Y2YS8_ZpuNAPGRFRyl6o6u8fTRbjXAW7QuBMyS89piNUyp2o1w3DekAQQUilSb4pmrjV__QTibZJrUsJDs0CmrJ6g/s320/99.jpg" style="float:right; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkDEtWdFfBwlxV2qBghcFryCh1MNAnolLtE4rWGDAjrqrvwl6s8E3AeVAiZh5WmSlbgO2psw1NBU296uDXVQfoMrtU-C9r7lS9d2NvF14hsUGmRyP5A3LJhhijgYqJIbT4ExeGR1BV8sI/s320/Cartoons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653691526183931778" /></a><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><br /></span></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-85752201812408781062011-09-18T06:26:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:40.732-08:00Cartoons!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIlGRhHIvP8idS0Vwz9rMY62edlR5dyEWmWCsQ6Ce8x_Fq7MZ2BNiWkZMUq80gCf5u6M4Et8lAauVfnLRQ3Xsrldi629V76_JaFrdm67nuV-7_yY4oDwC3wVXpoRpwNajG97fnH2SM9s/s1600/Cartoons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIlGRhHIvP8idS0Vwz9rMY62edlR5dyEWmWCsQ6Ce8x_Fq7MZ2BNiWkZMUq80gCf5u6M4Et8lAauVfnLRQ3Xsrldi629V76_JaFrdm67nuV-7_yY4oDwC3wVXpoRpwNajG97fnH2SM9s/s400/Cartoons.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-69807761119844258492011-09-06T03:42:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:40.805-08:00SMILE!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyU-MsUtOk5EsGpWUzbZ67Xoan5fBXOV7Z1Z37H5kMQVqTxccKkyEEWHduq8nfEIIycnYAosLUeQt1LJlPMtrj-YkxOlnAFA9klAt0ZQj2nslv6MuTCsIJLLAEttRYUJAXxCkUfPh1s8Q/s1600/Smile.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyU-MsUtOk5EsGpWUzbZ67Xoan5fBXOV7Z1Z37H5kMQVqTxccKkyEEWHduq8nfEIIycnYAosLUeQt1LJlPMtrj-YkxOlnAFA9klAt0ZQj2nslv6MuTCsIJLLAEttRYUJAXxCkUfPh1s8Q/s320/Smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649196420552761570" /></a><br /><div>A poster made by Sabri Jaber. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Even the Smile is a charity"<div>Prophet Muhammad (PBUH).</div></div><div><br /></div><div>All rights reserved2001. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-56924952498040351632011-08-31T10:16:00.001-07:002012-11-14T22:38:40.949-08:00S.2.<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/6100646996/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6082/6100646996_7e48556a89.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/6100646996/">S.2.</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/">Sabri Jaber</a>.</span></div><p>Taken By Sabri Jaber.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-81851421401085264632011-08-31T10:16:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:40.877-08:00S.1.<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/6100107201/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6203/6100107201_82c544bfc5.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/6100107201/">S.1.</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/">Sabri Jaber</a>.</span></div><p>Taken By Sabri Jaber.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-27335626125755540832011-08-23T13:17:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:41.022-08:00Gone, Before It's Done!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidUZ9OsjrnT9o0qHVkZwJnvzYuqWDtVHjdX9PUCQO9Sm1tx-eM9XN9MlcIaTbJa8_p0puIBYnIg9VcMi60sNlYfleeJMszxzz9-f3YPwnXUkBzZL09H3cv_jEzBqy-IqFbJmAN5zpp3w/s1600/Gone%252C+Before+It%2527s+done%2521+21+-01.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidUZ9OsjrnT9o0qHVkZwJnvzYuqWDtVHjdX9PUCQO9Sm1tx-eM9XN9MlcIaTbJa8_p0puIBYnIg9VcMi60sNlYfleeJMszxzz9-f3YPwnXUkBzZL09H3cv_jEzBqy-IqFbJmAN5zpp3w/s320/Gone%252C+Before+It%2527s+done%2521+21+-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644149583280955426" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A poster I designed with a personal meaning.<br /><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-52466309037241240642011-07-14T02:31:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:41.101-08:00The Secret_Book Review!<div style="text-align: right;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga">The secret, a book by Rhonda Byrne, an Australian Author who claims to have revealed a giant secret and introduced it to the globe through her Book, The Secret. The secret is represented in three words: Law of Attraction, a law that has existed forever on earth, it represents the quote: what do you think of is what you gain.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga">The Author wasn’t shown a lot in the book. For the main source of ideas and thoughts wasn’t actually hers. It's owned by everyone who knew the secret and dealt with it! She just had the missing pieces of the puzzle completed! The book wasn’t an ordinary one, it’s different in almost everything, the way she represents the topics, the ideas, the solutions, the way she talks to the reader that interesting to him/her! The way she did this whole thing was just brilliant! I didn’t even feel any second passing when I was reading it!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga">She co-operated with a number of teachers from around the globe who knew the secret and were using it in their life. Every one of them took his part in the book as a narrator of their own experiences, they were like going over their lives and how did they use the secret to attract their needs and demands encouraging readers to follow their steps.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga">What’s so amazing about the book is that the Author didn’t use the do or don’t do commands, it’s said in psychology that human nature dislikes the do and don’t do commands. We’re a bit egocentric and take things in personal; sometimes that we almost feel like prisoners when we’re obliged to do something for others. It was genius that the author told the story in 3rd person about people she met and wanted to share knowledge with us. If you didn’t get the idea from this man, you could receive it from that woman, it’s simple, fun and interesting! It’s all about improving you and letting you feel the uniqueness of who you are.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga">What’s exciting is that when you read the book you feel like you’re contacting a number of different people from different countries. Listening to their experiences, taking lessons from their mistakes, learning life through theirs. Knowing what they have been through, starting penniless and how they got over it and didn’t let anything destroy their own dreams! What’s so beautiful is that you realize the real meaning of life. It’s not happiness or sadness! It’s just happiness, even though what seems like pain sometimes, it’s for our own good, and that’s what beautiful! Today you’re tired, tomorrow you’re relieved, today you’re sad, tomorrow you’re happy! And after dark nights there’s always a new day with the sun up!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga">The law of attraction and the whole book thing goes around one idea which is feeling good and being positive all the time; and there’s nothing wrong with that! It also encourages people to be thankful for the things they have, appreciate life and just love themselves for who they are! The more you show appreciation, the more you’ll be given by the universe. This is how the secret works, every single thought we think of has a frequency that goes around the globe and attracts the things I’m desiring from the same frequency I sent! Works like a magnetite! So if you’re always thinking of getting your dream car/house or what ever it was your desire, All you have to do is just put it in you mind, crave for it, be sure that you’re going to have it no matter how or when, live everyday in your life with it like you’ve already had it. Stay positive and optimistic and somehow later after days, weeks, months or whatever was the duration you’re going to receive it! The universe is going to make everything matching your desires so that you can finally get what ever you’ve wanted, what you always thought of! Today’s seeds are tomorrow’s trees! Today’s thoughts are tomorrow’s you and today’s you are yesterday’s thoughts.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Calisto MT'; ">Despite all the good things about the book, there are some obvious disadvantages about it! We can’t use it to prevent death or select a baby’s gender! What about children who suffer from hunger, diseases and pain? People who are being killed and murdered because of wars all over the world? Children who were born with different disabilities? What about people who died because of natural disasters, such as volcano’s explosions and Tsunamis? What about people who died because of big accidents such as plane crashes, or car accidents? Huge numbers of people died at the same time because of that and definitely they all weren’t having a negative thought to cause it, even if some of them were thinking badly, they shouldn’t die because of someone’s bad thinking!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>What about them? Did they bring that to their lives? No, absolutely they didn’t!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga">All that relates to the person’s destiny linked with God’s will, but the book didn’t mention any of that. It just makes you feel as if you were God and have the power for anything. It’s like the Book is making a gap between people and their religion!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga">Not to mention that disease is something that is sometimes considered in Islam’s faith as a good thing sent by God to see how patient we are and how we show gratitude even when we are in pain. As we all know; prophet Muhammad (PBUH) died because of a fever, and it doesn’t make sense to say that he brought it to himself; because everyone knows that he was a positive person who is full of beautiful white feelings.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calisto MT"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tunga">To sum it up, there’s nothing wrong with following the positive messages the book is mentioning, and feeling good is important to live a healthy life. The book itself has a lot of beautiful stuff, and encourages you to be a better positive person everyday in your life. If you’re following a specific religion, I think you should link the things in the book with your religion so you don’t feel like you’re separated and ask God for your demands instead of asking the universe.<o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-7012609352646114222011-05-17T09:11:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:41.182-08:00NEW BIO011.<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>A person who’s chosen to live his life Happy, From Jerusalem, lived my whole life in <st1:city st="on">Amman</st1:city> and currently studying in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Cairo</st1:place></st1:city>, interesting huh?! </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br />A peaceful loving human who cares about humanity and mother earth, I love nature, the scent of rain inspires me, and winter is my favorite time of the year! I care about people, I try my hardest to respect them and not to be mean, I don’t judge, repeat it, I don’t judge! I know what it feels like to be judged by someone who barely knows you, so I just don’t do it; I try to understand people instead! Hate doesn't exist in my heart, I don’t know how to hate people, I really don’t! I’m fulfilled with love, and I spread it wherever I go. </b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b> </b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>I take life as simply as it is, believes in Karma; very much! I’m happy that I’m a Muslim, I don’t care about people’s color, religion or age, I treat them all the same way!<br />I do love learning; I love improving the person I am, I believe that the hard times you go through make you stronger, and teach you something, as well as every single person you meet teach you something. I sometimes as a human feel knocked down and broken, but it’s temporary, It doesn’t take forever, I just move on with a new me filled with hope and determination.</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b> </b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>I’ve chosen Medicine as a career because of the human side of it and its role of changing/saving people’s lives, It’s what I love and believe in, change. <br /> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /> <!--[endif]--></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>I always follow my passion, I have a lot of interests that I fill my leisure time with like: Voluntary work, photography, posters design, writing and reading. I love investing my time as much as I can with things that improve me. </b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b> </b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>I have some stupid things about me that I want to change; I’m not perfect because I’m a human, but It’s OK! I’m trying my best to get over it by changing me! <br /> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /> <!--[endif]--></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Whenever you go you could be a productive positive person; by giving away money, saying good things, spreading love, or a smile, even a smile can make miracles! <br /> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /> <!--[endif]--></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>I have a box full of dreams that I’m working on getting them out of the box, out of my mind, and see them becoming true with time, Insha’Allah. </b></span></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-79476664500230867632011-05-15T09:39:00.000-07:002012-11-14T22:38:41.255-08:00I'm Here!<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I'm here, in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Palestine</st1:city></st1:place>, I live near the olive trees, I'm here! I belong here, where everything is beautiful and colorful, where my family and friends, where the warm sun and the refreshing breezes. I'm here! And you, you weren’t here, you were nowhere, and came to somewhere, somewhere is not yours, It’s mine! Somewhere is <st1:city st="on">Palestine</st1:city>, Somewhere is not yours, it’s not yours, you’re nowhere, <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">Israel</st1:country-region></st1:place>: you’re nowhere! </b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b> </b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Nowhere came and claimed that they belong to somewhere, took it, build new homes, build new country, killed my family and the ones I love with no mercy, destroyed my home and trees, did everything they want like they own everything, like they own somewhere! You stole it, you raped it! Everyday a new crime, a new child is killed, a new woman become widow, a new tear, a new fear, a new broken heart, a new Palestine without its people, a new me, a new us! </b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b> </b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I’m here, now I’m here, somewhere around <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Palestine</st1:city></st1:place>, calling for its freedom, my freedom! Calling for my land, my home! I’m here, after 63 years of suffering, after 63 years of injustice, after 63 years of silence, I’m here, holding tight my Olive tree, under the blue sky, shouting with my loudest voice, with no more silence, shouting for the freedom of somewhere, for Palestine!, shouting: I’m here, and will always be here. </b></span></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-66696741908672596992011-03-11T14:09:00.000-08:002012-11-14T22:38:41.333-08:00Winter011<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/5518471852/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5218/5518471852_68c49208d6.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/5518471852/">P1050435</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sabri92/">Sabri Jaber</a>.</span></div><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312740687397460680.post-46807791403104620462011-03-11T14:08:00.002-08:002012-11-14T22:38:41.552-08:00Winter011<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/5517881561/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5135/5517881561_18cea82f26.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabri92/5517881561/">P1050409</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sabri92/">Sabri Jaber</a>.</span></div><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511432864734182961noreply@blogger.com0