<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307</id><updated>2012-01-08T14:10:00.142+02:00</updated><category term='All you need is LOVE'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Think Twice...'/><category term='Hallucinations'/><title type='text'>Mind, Heart &amp; Soul</title><subtitle type='html'>"Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart." -- The Prophet, K. Jibran</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-2308009990779743677</id><published>2012-01-06T18:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T19:00:57.313+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>My dream trips :)</title><content type='html'>I decided to write down my dream trips, since I add more to that every now and then, I'm afraid I will forget something. I really wish to do those trips before I die :). I won't sort them. Whatever is possible to do first, I will.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Another visit to the UK, one that's more organized, and maybe for a longer time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Spend some time in Paris, three nights is never enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Angkor, Cambodia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Latin America, didn't decide which countries yet, but for sure I have to drop by Peru to visit a friend there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Aswan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. A trip along the Nile till I reach lake Victoria. I have to drop by each country of the nine, really feel it, breathe it, taste it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Italy, this one will be a long trip, I believe I need to visit every single province there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Bali, Indonesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. India...India...India (this one may need a month!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. China&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Planet Japan (Maybe!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Qatar, wanna see the place where I grew up once more :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. A trip to the gulf countries in general!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Malaysia, I believe I need to spend sometime there, a few years maybe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Lebanon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW... This is too much!! Yes, I do love traveling :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may add to this least later on :). Whoever believes this is exciting, please, come and join me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-2308009990779743677?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2308009990779743677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-dream-trips.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/2308009990779743677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/2308009990779743677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-dream-trips.html' title='My dream trips :)'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-6052380557824666653</id><published>2011-09-05T11:48:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T14:02:40.008+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Twice...'/><title type='text'>It's complicated!</title><content type='html'>Same hearts broken ... Same tears ... Same feelings ... Same complications ... Same old story ... Only two different souls ...&lt;div&gt;How sarcastic it is to watch the same story going over and over again. And it only goes this way, because those people really loved each other. If they never did, it would have gone much more simpler. Lovers, soul mates, or whatever name you may give to them. They are just two hearts tied together and they both know how together they become a unique soul that can give a lot to the world. But, unfortunately, it's complicated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, lets see where the complication starts. In about 90% of the stories I've been through, it was always the same mistake. One of the hearts, looks at his weaknesses, and so believes the other is too good for them. And that it would be much better for that other, if he leaves silently and peacefully! And, so stupidly, he does that, without even talking to the other, or even asking what they could be thinking of, or if they had another opinion! No, just leave silently with your weakness, and watch them living happily without you! Now, it's complicated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time goes by, the hearts meet again, and blame each other for what happened, they hurt each other, and so, it gets more complicated... And, they leave again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time still goes by, and now, each has got their responsibilities, life is not easy as they thought! Now, they meet again, they both grew much older, much stronger but maybe not wiser, remembering the old days, the week heart regrets the decision he made long ago!! But, with the responsibilities, there is no turning back, and it gets even more complicated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave and comeback, back and forth, the years pass, and it gets complicated. A fight inside with no clue, which to choose. Be brave enough and face it, or stay same weak and live with the complications and fight inside for the rest of their lives. Only brave hearts choose to face it, but brave is not a common trait. That's why most of the stories have the sad endings. A lifetime pain, with no cure. But, for the brave, life can turn at any moment to a fairy tale! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish you braveness. Wish you love and forever happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-6052380557824666653?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/6052380557824666653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/6052380557824666653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/6052380557824666653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-complicated.html' title='It&apos;s complicated!'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-3939672144403929731</id><published>2010-11-17T02:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T01:19:24.447+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Twice...'/><title type='text'>On behalf of my generation ... I apologize!</title><content type='html'>I apologize to Mr. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abbas_Ibn_Firnas"&gt;Abbas Ibn Firnas&lt;/a&gt; for not knowing him well enough, and mocker him as if he was a madman. I apologize for every famous scientist, for every hero, who lead the Islamic civilization one day, when Europe was drowning in the dark ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, Vodafone Egypt started a campaign with a series of ads. The ads don't only reveal the ignorance of MY generation, but, from the ads, I can see, no morals, no identity, no knowledge, just nothing. It shows that the hibernation phase we have been through, took so long, that we lost everything, and I believe this is becoming too dangerous. Thanks God, there are still some survivors, who woke up, and asked for banning the ad that mockers Abbas Ibn Firnas. I believe the ad is already stopped, thanks Vodafone for respecting your customers voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's really ironic, is that Mr.&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ahmad AlShugairi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s last season of his TV program "Khawater (thoughts)" was dedicated to those scientists and heroes. And he had a special episode for "Abbas Ibn Firnas" himself! Also, he showed us some of the good figures living in our generation, this includes countries of the far east, like Malaysia and Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a small note, a call for everyone to wake up, read, know more about our glorious history. Take&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ahmad AlShugair's "Khawater"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as a start. You can find more about him here;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thakafa.net/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/AhmadAlshugairi"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/AhmadAlShugairi"&gt;Youtube channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/AhmadAlShugairi"&gt;Facebook official page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Khawater.Cheguiri"&gt;Khawater facebook fan page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Enjoy, and happy Eid :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-3939672144403929731?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/3939672144403929731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-behalf-of-my-generation-i-apologize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/3939672144403929731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/3939672144403929731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-behalf-of-my-generation-i-apologize.html' title='On behalf of my generation ... I apologize!'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-2153216752353539654</id><published>2010-07-25T14:06:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:19:16.803+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All you need is LOVE'/><title type='text'>Mounir...</title><content type='html'>Excited, I've always wished to attend a Mounir concert. And, finally, it was time, a good chance, a good company. Heard the news, 30 000 tickets were already booked. What a number! Made it even more exciting. Well, 30 000, I could imagine how this will look like; sweat, alcohols, marijuana!! What I didn't expect of a big star like Mounir, being late for 2 hours! Thousands of people, standing in their places, on the beach for two long hours, just waiting for him to show up! No need to describe how boring it was; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mshwarmounir.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.al-khayma.com/NR/rdonlyres/25045AE0-DD56-4405-A1E0-34273309B657/0/mohamed_mounir006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back pain, children crying, even breathing was difficult! Too much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks start, and he was there, on stage, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;! I can't describe the moment. Suddenly, I forgot all the pain! Though, I didn't have the chance to see the man, out of all the crowed, I could feel him standing there on the stage. A big mountain standing strong! What character, what energy, what experience. I never imagined I would feel that, never did I see such a strong character in any of the concerts I attended. Just a moment, and I was totally in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the concert wasn't only about the music I was listening to, or the great person singing with that sweet sensitive voice, or the beautiful lyrics written by a real human! I enjoyed watching those thousands of Mounir clones. They copied all his gestures, his body language. They learned the music and lyrics by heart! Everybody was singing. Everybody was jumping, a lot of energy was in the air! Everybody was high, including me, I don't believe it was just the marijuana!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering, how this man could reach such success, and keep it for all those years, he's been into that business for more than 30 years. So easy to answer, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;! He sings from the heart, to the heart. His voice creeps so smoothly to touch every single heart it reaches. The beautiful lyrics he chooses, represents real humans! The true Egyptian music style, that you can never hear anywhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it a unique experience. And, I'm ready to go through all the pain, to enjoy it all over again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-2153216752353539654?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2153216752353539654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/07/mounir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/2153216752353539654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/2153216752353539654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/07/mounir.html' title='Mounir...'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-2179827883665252177</id><published>2010-04-08T17:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:17:23.978+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallucinations'/><title type='text'>Dying!!! Could it be?!!!</title><content type='html'>As a long term sufferer and a strong believer, I've been always seeking signs to tell me when my sufferings will end. Asking God to guide me, and give me help to get over it. About two weeks ago, I started seeing sings that my sufferings are ending soon. It felt really relieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, suddenly, I started reading different signs. All the new signs talked about death and judgment day! Now, I can't help it but start believing that yes, those suffering years are ending soon, but in a different, unexpected way! Could it really be? Am I dying soon?!! Actually, it doesn't feel like a bad idea. It is not because I'm depressed or anything. I just believe that the best is waiting for me in the other world, and I really miss God!&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird. A bit terrifying, going to the unknown!  A bit not happy, because I didn't really do all I wanted to. I still have lots of dreams to fulfill, of course, those dreams are not concerning me personally. I always wished I will have the chance to live and help the world come a better place. But, if this is the choice of God, He already knows my intentions. And, I know I will get my reward anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm taking the chance now, if I'm ever to die soon, to tell you thank you, everyone of you. Everyone I ever met, even if we didn't talk. Thank you for being a part of my life, thank you for all the lessons you taught me. And for my close ones, thank you for being there for me. And, I'm sorry if I let anyone down. Please, believe me, I always had good intentions, even if things didn't look that way. If I hurt you by any means. I'm sorry. If we ever fought, If I ever talked bad of you, please, forgive me. Please, believe that I've loved you someway. And, if I ever to die before you do, please, remember me in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-2179827883665252177?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2179827883665252177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/04/dying-could-it-be.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/2179827883665252177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/2179827883665252177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/04/dying-could-it-be.html' title='Dying!!! Could it be?!!!'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-4534074295552523840</id><published>2010-03-28T14:52:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:05:01.053+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallucinations'/><title type='text'>Flowers on my doorstep</title><content type='html'>I wake up late this morning. Like everyday, I get ready in a hurry, I open the door to check the newspaper before I leave. And, for my surprise, I find a beautiful basket of flowers. "Whom is the cute one who ever thought to send this to me?" I thought to myself. I pick up the basket to check the card attached there. "The card is not signed!!! It gotta be him". Now, all the happiness within me turns into rage! I wish I can see him now to punch him in the face! "How dare you! After all those years. Now, you remember me!! Where have you been all this time?! Why now! How can you be so evil! How I hate you!!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, I start hearing a different voice, saying exactly the opposite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voice 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Why are you being so cruel! You know it's not his fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voice 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; No.. It's him, If he just mentioned it, life would have looked so different now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another voice joins the fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voice 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Oh God! Why is this happening to me! I thought it was all over! Why, after all those years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 2: &lt;/span&gt;Please, listen to me, you gotta believe me... It's all your fault, you are the one who didn't give him any chances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 1:&lt;/span&gt; Don't believe him!! He's the one who always caused you pain! Can't you see?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 3:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, you are right! He always caused me pain. He never cared for my happiness. He always likes to play those strange heroic roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 2:&lt;/span&gt; Can you just listen to me, for once in your lifetime for God's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 1:&lt;/span&gt; Now, what do you want to say? He's kind, right? He loves me!? I'm the one who started all that! I'm the reason for wasting all those years.. I'm the one who caused MYSELF all this pain! That's what you want to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 2:&lt;/span&gt; Seems you know it very well! Why don't you believe me then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 1:&lt;/span&gt; Because you are pathetic! Can't you see, you still love him, you still believe in him, after all this pain we've been through!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 3:&lt;/span&gt; Please, stop it both, I'm so much in pain! You are driving me crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 2:&lt;/span&gt; You will go crazy if you don't listen to me this time! Please, for once in your life, believe me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 1:&lt;/span&gt; And what after that, spend the rest of his life in pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 2:&lt;/span&gt; No... Never, how can you believe I would let you live in pain. I know what I talk about, I know the road to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 3:&lt;/span&gt; Why do you make me feel this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 1:&lt;/span&gt; Cause he wants to win the fight! Don't believe him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 2:&lt;/span&gt; Fight! What are you talking about?! I care for you both. It's my role to take care of you, and show you the road to happiness... to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 3:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, and that road is full of pain.. I know that very well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 2:&lt;/span&gt; Maybe in the beginning it's painful, I know, but, later you will be happy, you will enjoy your life ever after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 3:&lt;/span&gt; Do you believe so?! Are you sure of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 1:&lt;/span&gt; Ok, now you are starting to listen to him! Are you ready for all this pain??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 3:&lt;/span&gt; Why not, maybe he is right.. I never gave him the chance.. I've been following you all those years, and I'm not any happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 1:&lt;/span&gt; Just believe me this time, I know, I have a good plan for you. Don't you remember this guy? He's been there waiting for you for so long! Why don't you give him a chance??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 2:&lt;/span&gt; NOOOO... He's making you sell yourself again, for the first one who knocks your door.. Don't do that, you will regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voice 1:&lt;/span&gt; No, you won't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 2:&lt;/span&gt; No, I'm sure you will. Like every time, you give someone the chance, when he never deserved it. And, you keep pushing, and forcing yourself into a life that you don't want. Then, after a few months, you give it all up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 1:&lt;/span&gt; So what! We'll find someone even better, if this one is not good enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 2:&lt;/span&gt; Better! Better than whom? You know that no one will be better than him, no one ever felt you the way he does, no one ever loved you as much as him. If you let him go this time, you may never have the chance to be with him again till you die. And you will spend the rest of your life searching in vain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 1:&lt;/span&gt; This will be much better, we are sure then we got rid of him forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 3:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, this sounds convenient to me! I think I'm satisfied this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 2: &lt;/span&gt;I won't let you sleep! You will keep suffering the rest of your life.. I won't give you this relief... ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 1:&lt;/span&gt; Don't listen to him... Please, confide in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 3:&lt;/span&gt; hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice 1:&lt;/span&gt; I won't ever let any one touch you, or harm you by any means.. It's my job to keep you safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think to myself "So, what we're gonna do with those flowers?! Let them burn in hell, just as I wish he does!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-4534074295552523840?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4534074295552523840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/03/flowers-on-my-doorstep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/4534074295552523840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/4534074295552523840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/03/flowers-on-my-doorstep.html' title='Flowers on my doorstep'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-1605555525561280523</id><published>2010-03-25T21:08:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:07:02.043+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallucinations'/><title type='text'>Innocence Nostalgia!!</title><content type='html'>The last time I listened to this song &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/get/18927455/64b35e8b/07-.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Nassaya - Hisham Abbas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, before this night on the radio on my way back home, it was about 18 years ago. First, I didn't even remember the name of the song. Then as the song played, I started remembering the melody, and hardly the lyrics. While it was nearly the middle of the song, I couldn't help the tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delicate song, reminded me of my heart that once used to be, the same time this song was released! I had no worries, the whole world was just a beautiful song. I didn't know what pain means. I didn't know that pain even exists. I didn't know what regret is. I didn't try failure by then. I was so clean, so innocent.  I was so fresh and happy. My heart was pure ... undamaged. I miss this feeling of pureness. I wish I could be so clean again. But, how can I come pure again after walking through this mire. Years of suffering and pain. All kinds of pain, loss is the main title, losing loved ones, losing years, losing emotions over ones who never believed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a conclusion for this! It's just the nostalgia taking over me. I don't know if there's anything I could do, or even if I should!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-1605555525561280523?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1605555525561280523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/03/innocence-nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/1605555525561280523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/1605555525561280523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/03/innocence-nostalgia.html' title='Innocence Nostalgia!!'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-7311725826827653901</id><published>2010-02-27T02:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T02:55:43.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>As a newly broken hearted, for a second time, I was just thinking, why is it always the end of true love? All "True" love stories I heard, have this un-happy endings, including mine! A true love that lasted for 10 years now, and I know will remain in me till I die. He broke my heart twice, and though I wish him all the happiness in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I believe, is that, you only know it was true love, when it's gone! When you have to go through many obstacles, lots of pain, tears that can't be counted, and at last, you discover you can't forget him. Only then, you know it's true love, and only then, he will say it's too late, there are no second chances! Well, this was my case. But, I'm sure there are many other cases. With the same last result. They are apart. And though, everyone is somewhere else, he/she's still beside him/her. She/He will always remain a part of him/her. Only, because it's true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few brave people will decide to give it another chance. To forget about all the misunderstandings and make a fresh new start. But, the decision takes two. And though, one of the parties is too brave and strong, and so much in love that he's ready to pay all he's got, to have his love by his side again. He will probably fail. Because THE DECISION TAKES TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was wrong, to ever think he could think of me again. I know, I will be living, somewhere deep inside of him, and maybe he himself doesn't know it! And, I am sure now there should be another road for me to take. I'm not sad, and I'm not happy either, I don't really know how I feel. And though, I'm crying, thought my tears tried long ago. I am crying, because I don't know how to feel. I'm crying, because I have to take the sad road that I hate. Now, I'm sure I'll have to go all on my own, or this is how it seems to be now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the pain I've been through, for all the prayers I said, for all the love I have for you. I thank you God, I know You have chosen for me. And my love for You is superior to anything else. I don't care if I have him or not. You are my first and last love, ALWAYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-7311725826827653901?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7311725826827653901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/7311725826827653901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/7311725826827653901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-4249621770209079651</id><published>2010-02-11T15:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:40:04.320+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallucinations'/><title type='text'>Dead or Alive?!</title><content type='html'>When I was a young girl, in my teenage time, I used to like a french singer; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frédéric François&lt;/span&gt;. I used to watch his concerts on TV and get dizzy with all this romance in his songs. My favorite wish then was to attend a concert for him. It looked like the impossible. If anybody told me then, "One day, you will attend a concert for this guy.", I would consider him totally insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day had come! About ten days ago, I opened the newspaper, to find a small essay, at the last page, on one of the corners. "Frédéric François; is to hold a concert in Cairo Opera House, in two days." I wasn't really surprised, nor excited! But the very first thought that came to my mind, that the concert will be a private concert, and that I will need an invitation for attendance. So, I immediately let go the idea of attending. Went to work, discussed the news with my cousin, he started sending me some of his songs. And after a little thinking, I discovered it's been two years since I heard anything for him. And that simply means, that I didn't need or miss his music! After a while, I thought it would be nice to attend the concert. The next day,  I knew that the concert wasn't any private! But, seems that I'm the only one not following the world outside. The very next day, I went to the opera house, to reserve two seats, for me and for my mother. Though the tickets were too expensive, I didn't care. I thought this is something that happens once in the lifetime! The next day, I knew that I have to go to work for the weekend. I tried to organize everything, so I don't miss the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come, the concert is today. I planned with mother to pass by me at work, so we go together to the concert. We were there half an hour before the concert starts. It's getting boring, we have waited for too long. The concert starts half an hour late. There he is. He's on the stage. Oh, I can't believe my eyes. He's the one standing down there, this was the thought that I believed would come to my mind when I see him. But no, it felt like nothing seeing him there! I remember watching him on TV those old days felt more exciting! I thought to myself. Wait, you are not in the mood yet. You just left work, you had busy three months. I kept watching, and listening. YESS ! here it is "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viens te perdre dans mes bras&lt;/span&gt;". How I love this song! He stopped singing, he pointed the mic in the audience direction, so we sing ourselves. I sang, and no body around me did! It felt very embarrassing raising my voice out loud! But, I will still sing. It's ok! But, do I really feel like singing?! No, I can't feel anything! The song is over. From a song to another, the concert is over! Now, we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a feeling and couldn't understand it. What is this? Why didn't I get any excited, or happy watching one of my childhood dreams coming true! I can't feel anything. Not happy, not sad, nothing! Am I not able to feel happy anymore? Or, is it that I'm already dead? Or, is it because, you were not there sitting next to me?! The exact feeling I have now, is that I didn't attend the concert, and the man hasn't been here at all! &lt;br /&gt;I tried to talk with my mom, while leaving the opera house. Her first answer was, that I was closing all the doors, I'm not giving myself a chance to live! And that's why I can't feel happy or excited about anything anymore. The only thing I could say, is that this topic is not for discussion. My decision was taken and in process months ago. I did enough mistakes. I can't go through them again. I know what I want. And I won't do anything unless I really feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to convince myself, that I'm blessed, as I experienced lots of things, that if they happen, they happen only once in the lifetime! But, did I lose one now? I got the chance to be happy with it, but I didn't! I think I missed it! Now, I really need an answer, am I already dead? Or am I still alive?  Would it always be the same? Should I give up life, and forget about those "once in a lifetime" chances!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-4249621770209079651?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4249621770209079651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/02/dead-or-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/4249621770209079651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/4249621770209079651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/02/dead-or-alive.html' title='Dead or Alive?!'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-7445559044593519391</id><published>2010-02-01T21:03:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:47:29.327+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Twice...'/><title type='text'>A man of knowledge (The four natural  enemies)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday, April 15, 1962&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As I was getting ready to leave, I decided to ask him once more about the enemies of a man of knowledge. I argued that I could not return for some time, and it would be a good idea to write down what he had to say and then think about it while I was away.&lt;br /&gt;  He hesitated for a while, but then he began to talk.&lt;br /&gt;  "When a man starts to learn, he is never clear about his objectives. His purpose is faulty; his intent is vague. He hopes for rewards that will never materialize, for he knows nothing of the hardships of learning.&lt;br /&gt;  "He slowly begins to learn - bit by bit at first, then in big chunks. And his thoughts soon clash. What he learns is never what he pictured, or imagined, and so he begins to be afraid. Learning is never what one expects. Every step of learning is a new task, and the fear the man is experiencing begins to mount mercilessly, unyieldingly. His purpose becomes a battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;  "And thus he has stumbled upon the first of his natural enemies; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fear&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;A terrible enemy - treacherous. and difficult to overcome. It remains concealed at every turn of the way, prowling, waiting. And if the man, terrified in its presence, runs away, his enemy will have put an end to his quest."&lt;br /&gt;  "What will happen to the man if he runs away of fear?"&lt;br /&gt;  "Nothing happens to him except that he will never learn. He will never become a man of knowledge. He will perhaps be a bully, or a harmless, scared man; at any rate, he will be a defeated man. His first enemy will have put an end to his cravings."&lt;br /&gt;  "And what can he do to overcome fear?"&lt;br /&gt;  "The answer is very simple. He must not run away. He must defy his fear, and in spite of it he must take the next step if learning, and the next, and the next. He must be fully afraid, and yet he must not stop. That is the rule! And a moment will come when his first enemy retreats. The man begins to feel sure of himself. His intent becomes stronger. Learning is no longer a terrifying task.&lt;br /&gt;  "When this joyful moment comes, the man can say without hesitation that he has defeated his first natural enemy."&lt;br /&gt;  "Does it happen at once, don Juan, or little by little?"&lt;br /&gt;  "It happens little by little, and yet the fear is vanquished suddenly and fast."&lt;br /&gt;  "But won't the man be afraid again if something new happens to him?"&lt;br /&gt;  "No. Once a man has vanquished fear, he has acquired clarity - a clarity of mind which erases fear. By then a man knows his desires; he knows how to satisfy those desires. He can anticipate the new steps of learning, and a sharp clarity surrounds everything. The man feels that nothing is concealed.&lt;br /&gt;  "And thus he has encountered his second enemy: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clarity&lt;/span&gt;! That clarity of mind, which is so hard to obtain, dispels fear, but also blinds.&lt;br /&gt;  "It forces the man never to doubt himself. It gives him the assurance he can do anything he pleases, for he sees clearly into everything. And he is courageous because he is clear, and he stops at nothing because he is clear. But all that is a mistake; it is like something incomplete. If the man yields to this make-believe power, he has succumbed to his second enemy and will fumble with learning. He will rush when he should be patient, or he will be patient when he should rush. And he will fumble with learning until he winds up incapable of learning anything more."&lt;br /&gt;  "What becomes of a man who is defeated in that way. don Juan? Does he die as a result?"&lt;br /&gt;  "No, he doesn't die. His second enemy has just stopped him cold from trying to become a man of knowledge; instead, the man may turn into a buoyant warrior, or a clown. Yet the clarity for which he has paid so dearly will never change to darkness and fear again. He will be clear as long as he lives, but he will no longer learn, or yearn for anything."&lt;br /&gt;  "But what does he have to do to avoid being defeated?"&lt;br /&gt;  "He must do what he did with fear: he must defy his clarity and use it only to see, and wait patiently and measure carefully before taking new steps; he must think, above all, that his clarity is almost a mistake. And a moment will come when he will understand that his clarity was only a point before his eyes. And thus he will have overcome his second enemy, and will arrive at a position where nothing can harm him anymore. This will not be a mistake. It will not be only a point before his eyes. It will be a true power.&lt;br /&gt;  "He will know at this point that the power he has been pursuing for so long is finally his. He can do with it whatever he pleases. His ally is at his command. His wish is the rule. He sees all that is around him. But he has also come across his third enemy:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Power is the strongest of all enemies. And naturally the easiest thing to do is to give in; after all the man is truly invincible. He commands; he begins by taking calculated risks, and ends in making rules, because he is a master.&lt;br /&gt;  "A man at this stage hardly notices his third enemy closing in on him. And suddenly, without knowing, he will certainly have lost the battle. His enemy will have turned him into a cruel, capricious man."&lt;br /&gt;  "Will he lose his power?"&lt;br /&gt;  "No, he will never lose his clarity or his power."&lt;br /&gt;  "What then will distinguish him from a man of knowledge?"&lt;br /&gt;  "A man who is defeated by power dies without really knowing how to handle it. Power is only a burden upon his fate. Such a man has no command over himself, and cannot tell when or how to use his power."&lt;br /&gt;  "Is the defeat by any of these enemies a final defeat?"&lt;br /&gt;  "Of course it is final. Once one of these enemies overpowers a man there is nothing he can do."&lt;br /&gt;  "Is it possible, for instance, that the man who is defeated by power may see his error and mend his ways?"&lt;br /&gt;  "No. Once a man gives in he is through."&lt;br /&gt;  "But what if he is temporarily blinded by power, and then refuses it?"&lt;br /&gt;  "That means his battle is still on. That means he is still trying to become a man of knowledge. A man is defeated only when he no longer tries, and abandons himself."&lt;br /&gt;  "But then, don Juan, it is possible that a man may abandon himself to fear for years, but finally conquer it."&lt;br /&gt;  "No, that is not true. If he gives in to fear he will never conquer it, because he will shy away from learning and never try again. But if he tries to learn for years in the midst of his fear, he will eventually conquer it because he will never have really abandoned himself to it."&lt;br /&gt;  "How can he defeat his third enemy, don Juan?"&lt;br /&gt;  "He has to defy it, deliberately. He has to come to realize the power he has seemingly conquered is in reality never his. He must keep himself in line at all times, handling carefully and faithfully all that he has learned. If he can see that clarity and power, without his control over himself, are worse than mistakes, he will reach a point where everything is held in check. He will know then when and how to use his power. And this he will have defeated his third enemy.&lt;br /&gt;  "The man will be, by then, at the end of his journey of learning, and almost without warning he will come upon the last of his enemies: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old age&lt;/span&gt;! This enemy is the cruelest of all, the one he won't be able to defeat completely but only fight away.&lt;br /&gt;  "This is the time when a man has no more fears, no more impatient clarity of mind - a time when all his power is in check, but also the time when he has an unyielding desire to rest. If he give is totally to his desire to lie down and forget, if he soothers himself in tiredness, he will have lost his last round, and his enemy will cut him down into a feeble old creature. his desire to retreat will overrule all his clarity, his power and his knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;  "But if the man sloughs off his tiredness, and lives his fate through, he can then be called a man of knowledge, if only for the brief moment when he succeeds in fighting off his last, invincible enemy. That moment of clarity, power , and knowledge is enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "The Teachings of don Juan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-7445559044593519391?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7445559044593519391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/02/man-of-knowledge-four-natural-enemies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/7445559044593519391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/7445559044593519391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/02/man-of-knowledge-four-natural-enemies.html' title='A man of knowledge (The four natural  enemies)'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-3969218807345885359</id><published>2010-01-19T16:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:51:48.736+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallucinations'/><title type='text'>Emotional decision cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stage 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything, all the signs look positive. (Stable State of Heart)&lt;br /&gt;No answers, no clues, not a sign of anything I can do. (Helpless State of Mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stage 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More new positive signs. The target seems so close. (Happy State of Heart)&lt;br /&gt;New signs, a clue, a brilliant idea! (Trust is the State of Mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stage 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative signs start showing up. Things start to look messy. (Pessimistic State of Heart)&lt;br /&gt;The target starts fading away. Don't know what I should really do. Should I keep on, or let go! (Confusion State of Mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stage 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more negative signs. I feel that I don't wanna do it. (Closure State of Heart)&lt;br /&gt;No solution, no clues. (Helpless State of Mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did this cycle start? I don't really know. What was the aim? What are You trying to tell me God? I can't get it! Either, I'm too blessed, or too cursed. God, please, guide me to the right direction. You know it's Your satisfaction that I care for. Don't let me down. Please help me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-3969218807345885359?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/3969218807345885359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/01/emotional-decision-cycle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/3969218807345885359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/3969218807345885359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/01/emotional-decision-cycle.html' title='Emotional decision cycle'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-4061670493701846063</id><published>2010-01-09T18:37:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:39:29.550+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Twice...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All you need is LOVE'/><title type='text'>Avatar ... A real hero!</title><content type='html'>(I had a comment that this could be a spoiler for the movie. So, please, if you didn't watch the movie, don't read :))) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.avatarmovie.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 306px;" src="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/avatar-movie-poster_353x529.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another fight between good and bad. And like most science fiction movies, some species is invading some planet. But, this time, planet earth inhabitants are the invaders ... the bad guys! The victim planet is named "Pandora". Pandora people, like all other people, are defending their planet. They look like an African tribe, with limited education and understanding of life, or as the invaders see them! Of course, with this limited education, they can't beat the "Earthians" with all the technology and power they have. But, since the Earthians are too good, as they have always shown they are, they try to find a way to convince the Pandora people to let them take their needs and go! So, they use a paralyzed man belonging to their planet to do the job. The man looked so desperate and helpless, but, by the end of the movie, he turns to be a hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pandora life, looked so much like the life we have on Earth. For every creature we have on Earth, they had another on Pandora. The way Pandora people communicated together, shows they are of advanced species just like humans are on Earth. And though, Earthians don't believe they are as advanced as they are, still they don't have the technology and the civilization they have on Earth. What Earthians believe is retardation, shows how advanced the Pandora people are. Simply, they didn't forget their nature, like Earthians did. They still have contact with their souls. They don't live only in the 3D world, or only with what they can see. They know there's energy connecting them together, a kind of network, that was represented with the sacred tree, where all the dead souls lived in.&lt;br /&gt;And, as an easy way for us to understand how they could be connected through this energy, the writer imagined a "USB" like connection and named it "tsa'helu link", when the Pandora person, joined this link with any of the Pandora creatures, he can feel it, and send it messages through this link, mind to mind, or soul to soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really believe, is that the fight is not between Earthians and Pandora people. The fight is here on Earth. Between, the civilized world; where people live with technology and material world only, and the uncivilized world; that doesn't have much technology, and still lives with its primitiveness. The movie, is a kind of call for all humans to remember their nature which they were created upon. And what makes the movie amazing, is that one of the Earthians realized the truth, the weak paralyzed man. He realized that the life of Pandora people is right way of living. It is the way Earthians themselves should live. So, he used all his energy and power to help Pandora people with the battle against the Earthians. So, he wins the battle and becomes their hero, and chooses life among Pandora people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do suggest that you watch that movie. I myself thought that I will never like it, I'm not so fond of this type of ALIENS movies. And though, I loved it! What I liked most about the movie, the "HERO" style story, which didn't look so exaggerated like most American movies. It's a kind of story that you can feel and believe. The movie has got a lot to say.&lt;br /&gt;We remember the ages of knights, whom when believed in something, they fought for it!&lt;br /&gt;Standing up for the right, no matter what it takes!&lt;br /&gt;The value and the meaning of fighting for the good!&lt;br /&gt;Helping the weak!&lt;br /&gt;Doing what you believe, and feel is right, listening to your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't regret it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-4061670493701846063?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4061670493701846063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar-real-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/4061670493701846063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/4061670493701846063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar-real-hero.html' title='Avatar ... A real hero!'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-6985992144001392872</id><published>2009-12-27T23:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:52:14.632+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Twice...'/><title type='text'>Stupid!</title><content type='html'>This word has been hanging on my mind for the past couple of weeks. Unfortunately, I have to do a stupid job!! And, ever since, I'm not feeling really good. Have you ever felt in a bad need for someone really stupid?! Lets ask this in an opposite way. Did you ever think, how life would look like, if NO STUPID people were ever there?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the answer, i imagined, that everyone is really intelligent. Heaven!!! You won't need to fight, cause no one will jump in front of your car while driving! You won't get mad at work, because some stupid guy, with a single click, deleted all the work that you have done the past week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe so!?!!! I don't! Who will do the donkey work then?? We will end up killing each other, fighting not to do the donkey work! The world will turn to be wilder than it really is!&lt;br /&gt;I think stupid people suddenly seem to have a great importance, more than you ever thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what is stupid?? What does the word mean! Is there's something really called stupidity, and something called intelligence?! Stupidity is the absence of intelligence. Could it really be possible, that there is someone, who doesn't have any bit of intelligence? I don't think so, it only depends on how each single person, would measure the intelligence of the rest of people. And probably, his measures will be comparing to his own intelligence, and how he judges himself. Another thing, if, someone is really intelligent in one field of life, he can be really stupid in another, then, we have dimensions added here. For example, geniuses most of the time, have big problems dealing with the outside world. They are real freaks! They have absolute social stupidity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, we turn do be all equal, no one is more intelligent than any one. No one is less useful than the others. Everybody's presence is really important for the rest of the world. That's why God made him in the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for every stupid one out there (as others may believe you are), I'm grateful I have you in my life. I'm grateful because your existence is really important for mine, you will take the job I hate. And, I really, do respect you, cause for sure, there's something that you know much better than i do. And, thank you God for making me a person with average intelligence in everything, as I believe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-6985992144001392872?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/6985992144001392872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/12/stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/6985992144001392872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/6985992144001392872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/12/stupid.html' title='Stupid!'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-6849867945927266864</id><published>2009-08-17T16:22:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:22:23.472+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Twice...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All you need is LOVE'/><title type='text'>The Secret</title><content type='html'>Did you ever think you are the victim of the world?! Did it ever feel like the whole universe has worked together to create your miserable destiny?! Here is a nice surprise; you are the victim of yourself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I had the opportunity, or the luck, or lets say I had the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POWER &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTRACT &lt;/span&gt;some book to my life; "The Secret". This worldwide famous book, talking about the lately revealed secret. The secret that was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;a secret! Yes, we have always known it, and it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is "The Secret"? The secret is simply the law of attraction, or the law of love as named before. And, the law of attraction says"like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTRACTS &lt;/span&gt;like", i.e. positive thoughts attract good events, and negative thoughts attract bad events! As stated in the book, and as I totally believe, and have always known and experienced; when you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINK &lt;/span&gt;of something, you emit signals, of a special frequency. And, since like attracts like, your signals attract people, events and situations of the same frequency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's very clear, how we can be the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;victims &lt;/span&gt;of our thoughts and that the world, the whole universe is not responsible for whatever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad luck&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;misfortune &lt;/span&gt;we may meet.  If we should blame, the whole blame should go to ourselves, no one else is responsible! It's never bad luck or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;persecution &lt;/span&gt;from the world! And though, I would never suggest blaming. Never blame yourself or hate it. Whatever wrong you did, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SURELY &lt;/span&gt;never meant to do it, it all came from your limited experience. And remember, don't think negatively, if you intend to get control over your life the coming years. Start loving yourself, and believing that you deserve the best. And, I would recommend reading this book. The book has lots of inspiring stories, and rules, and mistakes we maybe doing, that cause us the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;misfortune&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, I was reading this book, I remembered all the things I was taught about change, optimism, faith. Everything that was stated in the book, we have always known it, nothing is new! And as God said in the Holy Quran:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;em&gt;إن الله لا يغير ما بقوم حتى يغيروا ما بأنفسهم&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" -- God does not change the condition of people until they change it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;If, you need to change your life, you need to change what's inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;And as we all know, this will start with thinking, and thinking leads to emotions, and the emotions will emit the signals, and the change is there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave us the clue to all of our problems, but we refuse to use it. We always prefer negative thinking that ruins our lives! But, why is that? Why are we so weak? Why do we let our minds control us? Is it really about our minds, leading us in a way of negative thinking with no end?! I think we are reaching the same conclusion here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everything, for every bad in our lives, for all the evil, for all the sadness. This is another weapon of his!!! You prefer negative thinking, you find it easier to achieve. You enjoy being the victim, and start pity yourself, and beg pity from the rest of the world. Exactly, the same way you enjoyed smoking your first cigarette at the backyard of your school, when no one was watching! The wrong always looks better to do, easier, joyful! Then, when it's over, you wake up with regret! And the pain starts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this should be the same way you deal with your negative thinking. A negative thought is another weapon of Satan, you should let it go. Replace it with a positive one, and let the positive grow, follow your dreams, believe in them. Believe in your power, and the love of God for you. He always wants the best for you! And you ALWAYS push that best away, just because it's easier this way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really recommend reading this book, because I'm sure it will change your life, as it started to change mine. And there's another book that I would recommend about thinking and it's power, and how it can affect you and your life. The book is titled; "قوة التفكير" -- The Power of thinking by Dr. Ibrahim El Fiky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets make the new start together, hoping for better lives and a better world for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Since I read that book I started;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being optimistic, no matter how things look like&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to be happy; by listening to joyful music, or being in the company of funny people, or watching comedy movies and so on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loving everyone around, loving the whole world, loving myself. Even pretending as if I'm happy in love. The book says that Love frequency is the best of all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making my wishes clear, focusing on my thinking, believing I would get what I want.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Happy Ramadan, happy NEW START.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-6849867945927266864?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/6849867945927266864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/08/secret.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/6849867945927266864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/6849867945927266864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/08/secret.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-6670609531365542938</id><published>2009-06-27T02:10:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:58:08.381+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Twice...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All you need is LOVE'/><title type='text'>For the Legend</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to hear the shocking news; Michael Jackson is dead! OMG, the whole world was waiting for the great comeback. It seems he couldn't make it, or he wouldn't, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Was the world really waiting for his comeback?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson, whom is not a fan!! I think none of my generation, and maybe the generation before, didn't like his music, or even dance to it! But, what about this new generation?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is different, this generation is different. They know nothing about legends, music, dancing or even beauty. We had a better luck, we witnessed some legends; scientists, musicians, artists ... But, the legends are falling, one after another. Is there any hope the world gets back its beauty? Is there anything we can do to HEAL THE WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, going back to you MJ, I think, God didn't want to let you down! How would it feel, if you are standing singing on this stage, and all the audience are just of your age or maybe a bit younger?! Can't you see! Right now, and for about an hour ago, I've been watching MTV, and all they have got for you is just 5 songs! Maybe we are too old, this world is not ours any more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, no matter how it looks like now, you will always remain my legend, our legend. I think you could make it, you could create your HISTORY. From my generation, we all love you, we all will miss you. But, how could we, your music is still living among us. May you rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-6670609531365542938?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/6670609531365542938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-legend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/6670609531365542938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/6670609531365542938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-legend.html' title='For the Legend'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-7090122632087293010</id><published>2009-05-26T10:03:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:06:13.344+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallucinations'/><title type='text'>My Life...</title><content type='html'>Bitter taste, heavy load.&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to run, no one to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;Still living, no choices!&lt;br /&gt;Same road, same darkness, same thorns, but I can still see the light!&lt;br /&gt;Light is it?! Hope it isn't an illusion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends?! I've known a lot.&lt;br /&gt;But, people come and go!&lt;br /&gt;Alone, I remain in the end.&lt;br /&gt;It's the same way every time.&lt;br /&gt;Come, fill my life with hope, say goodbye, leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love? I remember that feeling, met it once.&lt;br /&gt;But, like everything, it had to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security? What? What does that mean?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace? Where can I find that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness? What are you talking about? How does that feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope? Yes, maybe one day I die and go to Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices? I wish I never had to choose!&lt;br /&gt;Confusion, going to the unknown!&lt;br /&gt;Fear of the results.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the cases, unpleasant, not as desired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress? Having to go through things that I really hate...&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of hurting people, caring for them, more than I care for myself...&lt;br /&gt;And the outcome, like always, I'm the only one hurt, everybody else is just PERFECT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain? my best friend...&lt;br /&gt;Always there for me...&lt;br /&gt;Never let me go, never leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Sharing my life, a real companion, that I can't imagine living without!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradictions? Everywhere inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;Live for me??? Will living for me be a real life?!&lt;br /&gt;Living for all? I think yes, that's the real life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days, my LIFE...&lt;br /&gt;You will pass anyway, good or bad, you will just do...&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;I only care to make that effect, leave that mark!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to die for love, for the happiness of everyone..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe no one cares for me, sees me, or even knows that I exist...&lt;br /&gt;But that's what keeps me living...&lt;br /&gt;Or I will live and die in vain!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-7090122632087293010?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7090122632087293010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/7090122632087293010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/7090122632087293010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life.html' title='My Life...'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-1219517809588263936</id><published>2009-04-22T22:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:54:25.078+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Twice...'/><title type='text'>The Eternal Fight!!</title><content type='html'>"Abuel Eela El Bishry", a TV series that was made in the 80s of the past century.  The series simply spots the fight between the good and bad, the status that the world has reached, losing morals, values and prinicpals, and how did this affect the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series starts with Abuel Eela, the fighter, who finds his family drowning in the evil, and losing control, decides to help them all. Suddenly, he becomes a millionare, and belives that his money should help all his family members to solve their problems, and become good people again, as he believed that money was the main reason for their evil.&lt;br /&gt;What really happens, is that everyone tries to use the man to have the money for himself. And no one becomes any better, on the contrary, they turn to be worse, regarding his point of view!&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the series, the man goes mad, finding that all the books he read, and all the effort he exerted was in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abuel Eela simply plays the role of the famous "Don Quixote", the knight, who fought the windmills, imagining them as enemies. He mainly fought for morals. And everyone believed he was mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series is showing these days on "Al Hayat" TV, 8:00 PM CLT. I advise that you watch it, just to remember the abscent morals, that our society really misses these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The titre lyrics were written by "Abdul Rahman El Abnoudy", composed by "Ammar El Shereiy", and sung by "Ali El Haggar". Find the links for the two here, they reflect lots of meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxk35zO07mQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kW1QzYPHqkY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief about Don Quixote:&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Quixote&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-1219517809588263936?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1219517809588263936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/04/eternal-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/1219517809588263936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/1219517809588263936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/04/eternal-fight.html' title='The Eternal Fight!!'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-1523604949674252007</id><published>2009-04-08T14:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:25:24.083+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallucinations'/><title type='text'>Farewell (I'm Sorry II)</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not sorry...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the knight is dead, but it's not me who killed him...&lt;br /&gt;The knight is dead, but yet a zombie is there, half dead, half alive...&lt;br /&gt;Another zombie, living with the others, drowning there in the mire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm sorry, but for you. No more for me...&lt;br /&gt;Gave you my hand but you refused my help...&lt;br /&gt;I think I was wrong, you always belonged there, but I couldn't get it...&lt;br /&gt;Keep drowning...Take others with you, but not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, farewell dear, you have always been so special to me...&lt;br /&gt;And you know, whenever you need me, you will find me there for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to say, I got to go...&lt;br /&gt;Got to catch that train, won't wait for you anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I have to run, or I'll miss it...And maybe I'll regret that all my lifetime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always remain here, in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;Will pray for you, maybe you find someone to pull you out, and catch the next train!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you peace...&lt;br /&gt;Wish you love...&lt;br /&gt;Wish you happiness...&lt;br /&gt;Wish you success, now, and ever after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-1523604949674252007?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1523604949674252007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/04/farewell-im-sorry-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/1523604949674252007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/1523604949674252007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/04/farewell-im-sorry-ii.html' title='Farewell (I&apos;m Sorry II)'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-2108065344176769392</id><published>2009-03-07T23:08:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:41:55.802+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All you need is LOVE'/><title type='text'>Like a dream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Like a dream you come. Having you here makes the world look different. Suddenly, the sun shines, and everything looks bright. Happiness, seems possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you, I lived in despair. Life was not a life. All the days were alike. I wake up everyday carrying this load, having to face a new day in this lifeless life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven months ago, you came in. First, I couldn't understand your presence or feel you. You seemed like something strange. I was disappointed, I thought I should be happier. But seems you spoke a totally different language, to that I used to know. You came after a lot of suffering, and I think I wasn't ready for you then. Just a few days, and when you were ready to go home, I felt so sad, I think I was already in love!! At this moment, I knew what you mean to me. I think I learned the language. Now, I understand you, and I love you more than you can ever imagine, or I could think I would ever love you. And since this day, I wait every week for you to come. Saturday, is the happiest day in the week, because, this is the day you drop in. And happily it passes so quickly, just like a sweet dream. But I have to wake up to face another week in sadness, waiting for the next dream, next Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you grow, seeing you smile, or even when you cry, the world looks much different. I feel that I'm still alive. The happiest part comes, when I help you walk. You look up to me, with the sweetest smile ever, like thanking me for giving you this pleasure taking your first steps. Your eyes are shining with happiness, you smile, and play with this little tiny tongue, I just can't resist, now I have to give you this warm kiss on your forehead. We keep playing, crying and trying to walk the whole day. But then, the day is over, and you have to go. The silly boring life will start again. I will have to take as much hugs and kisses as I can, to survive to the next Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God for giving me this gift, you let him come into my life to give me hope. He is like an award for the patience I had inspite of all the sufferings. God, please, bless him, give him all the happiness and health. Don't let him suffer like I did. Guide him to your way, make him a guiding star. Give him the good friends. Give him love. And let me enjoy seeing him grow, day after day, my sweet angel, Sonson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-2108065344176769392?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2108065344176769392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/2108065344176769392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/2108065344176769392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-dream.html' title='Like a dream!'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-3875627974195653700</id><published>2009-03-06T22:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:13:25.136+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All you need is LOVE'/><title type='text'>What a WONDERFUL world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On Tuesday, February 3, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Send love, receive love!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; This is what I experienced this year. As everyone knows, today happened to be my birthday! And, for my surprise, I got the highest number of birthday wishes ever!! I even got wishes form someones that I never expected they will!! The thing, that NEVER happened before! NO words can tell how happy I felt for those wishes. YOU all made my day :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Though, I was wondering, why this year specially, what happened, what is the change?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; I kept wondering. Before, yes, I always loved everyone around me, never hated anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; I know, I was too busy before with the much trouble I lived in. Maybe I didn't have much time to turn to people around me. I know this year was different, I started to concentrate more on people. But, still I don't believe this is the reason why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Later on, after a lot of thinking and wondering and remembering, I remembered that in the past few days, while attending a course for PHE, we did some exercise, an exercise to love yourself, and love the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; And, it seems that the WORLD got my message!!! I know it may sound crazy, but this is what I study and I believe in it!!! One of the main concepts for human energy, is that, whatever you send, you will get back. If your send love, you will receive love. If you send hatred you will receive hatred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; And so, since it's been proved by experiment. I'm asking you all to do the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Love, never hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Forgive and forget, it's much easier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; The world deserves our love, and we deserve the love too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; This world is really wonderful, having you all part of it. A little love from everyone, will make it much happier. It's so easy, try it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Love you all...Wish you all the love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-3875627974195653700?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/3875627974195653700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-wonderful-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/3875627974195653700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/3875627974195653700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-wonderful-world.html' title='What a WONDERFUL world!'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-4990326627871291185</id><published>2009-03-06T22:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:58:18.696+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallucinations'/><title type='text'>Hallucinations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On Sunday, January 11, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Dead knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Trapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Satan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; True Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Real Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Materialistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Nightmares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; More nightmares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Deep thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Loop of thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Denial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; No happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Death!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-4990326627871291185?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4990326627871291185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/hallucinations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/4990326627871291185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/4990326627871291185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/hallucinations.html' title='Hallucinations...'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-4363764384189057063</id><published>2009-03-06T22:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:35:35.216+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallucinations'/><title type='text'>I wanna wake up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On Sunday, December 21, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; "David: I like your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Sofía: Well, it's mine and you can't have it! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; "My dreams are a cruel joke. They taunt me. Even in my dreams I'm an idiot... who knows he's about to wake up to reality. If I could only avoid sleep. But I can't. I try to tell myself what to dream. I try to dream that I am flying. Something free. It never works... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; "What is any life without the pursuit of a dream? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; "The little things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; There's nothing bigger,is there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; "I want to live a real life... I don't want to dream any longer. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; "I wanna wake up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; "Vanilla Sky", a movie that was released in the year 2001. I always wanted to watch that movie, but I got the chance to, only yesterday. The movie tells a story about a man, who wakes up finding the city empty around him, no signs of life...Then he wakes up again, realizing this was only a bad dream. Events go on, and he keeps waking up, at a moment, you can't tell what's a dream and what's not. Then, you see him sitting in cell with a shrink, trying to solve his problem. At this moment, you believe the man is sick, his subconscious is creating all that. Suddenly, everything changes, seeing this company offering life extension project. He signed a contract with the company, to get his body frozen after death, where he can start his never ending dream "Lucid Dream"..He can choose how his life will look like, dream with whatever he wants. But he didn't get enough training, so the dream turned into a nightmare! At this moment, he was offered a choice, how would he want his life to look like. Finally, he chooses real life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; A moment of thinking, and something hits me in the head, some really strong idea. Could this really be?? Could this be the real idea of the movie?! This movie looks much like my life, a happy sweet dream, that suddenly turns into a series of nightmares!! Is this the only solution?! Should I die to wake up of this nightmare! Is this what life is really about, for everyone?? Is everyone living this series of nightmares that only ends when he is dead?? Not ONLY ME!!! Isn't there a hope, that the nightmare, turns into a sweet dream again?! Should I stop dreaming?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; I even sometimes don't know, if this is life or it's a dream. Am I awake, or it's just a nightmare, that will end soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; I wake up, take my shower, get dressed to go to work, take the bus, meet you in the subway station. We take the metro together to Maadi, you leave, and I leave just two stations after you. But before you leave, we set for tonight plans. Today is Thursday, we plan to have this long hours walk together....never feel tired...never get bored. Sweet Thursdays!! How I miss those days!! I wish I can wake up someday and this is all over, and maybe, never sleep again so this nightmare doesn't come back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-4363764384189057063?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4363764384189057063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wanna-wake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/4363764384189057063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/4363764384189057063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wanna-wake-up.html' title='I wanna wake up!'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-6020481835240864995</id><published>2009-03-06T22:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:36:58.839+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Twice...'/><title type='text'>For the love of our parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On Sunday, December 7, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Miss this warm hug he gave to you, that brought all the safety in the world to you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Remember the smile in his eyes saying, "everything is gonna be alright", when you were so much in trouble??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Do you miss his support pushing you forward? He used to make you feel useful, a special person. You was a special person to him!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; I bet you miss him, like I miss my father!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Few years ago, he left this world. He left me to fight alone for my life!! No more support, no more care, and no more safety!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Ever wondered what he could be doing right now, away, from this world??!! Did you ever reach an answer?! Let me give you a hint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; What are YOU doing right now?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; ME, and what do I have to do with this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Yes, surely it's YOU! Did you ever notice we are our parents deeds?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; I know your father was just like mine, he didn't change the world or receive a Nobel prize.! He was just a normal person, all he made for this world was YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; So, what do you look like now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Remember, when the phone rang, he asked you to answer, and told you, if it's "whoever" tell him I'm not here. Are you a liar??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Or maybe that day, when he had this fight in the street, with that man, and kept calling him with bad names. Do you do the same now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Lets get this a bit complicated. Do you call your mother bad names, or even beat her? Did you ever wonder why you are doing this? Maybe you don't remember, but one day when you were young, you did the same and he just laughed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; And, that day, he saw you, watching the girls. He had this smile of proud of his son, who is growing to be a man. I'm sure, you still do the same. Or maybe, you are a sex addict now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; I think you know now, what he could be doing down there. I know this is hurting. Maybe you never realized it. But it's time now, to show him how much you love him. It's time to change, to become a different person. Be his GOOD deed, not the BAD one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Pray for him. Make this promise to God, that you won't do this again. I know it's not easy, specially if it has to do with habits. But just, make this promise, and whenever you feel you are falling again, remember your father, how much you love him, and how much you care for his eternal happiness. Let him rest in PEACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Don't forget, one day, you will be in his place and your children will be in yours. Take care please. Help him and help yourself, and all the generations to come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Lets make use of these holly days. Lets pray, supplicate, do everything we can. We want to change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; We need to change. We CAN change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; In my last battle with the devil, he won! And I'm not intending to let him win this time. Please, help me beat him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Lets spread the word, to make a real thing out of this. Share with your friends. Give your comments.For the love of our parents!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-6020481835240864995?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/6020481835240864995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-love-of-our-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/6020481835240864995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/6020481835240864995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-love-of-our-parents.html' title='For the love of our parents'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-8542752287895155394</id><published>2009-03-06T20:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:35:58.623+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallucinations'/><title type='text'>I'm Sorry!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On Monday, November 17, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm sorry for me and for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm sorry life has turned to look this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm sorry we are both lost in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm sorry I wasn't wise enough to let you know how much I love you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If, I keep going, I will be sorry for tons of things! Till when will I be sorry?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Why can't we work it out?! If we keep searching in vain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Every time I meet someone, I search for YOU inside of him. And every time things don't work, I realize I will never find you in another one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I know, you are doing the same thing. You are searching for me in every girl you meet. But, I believe, you don't realize this. If you did, you should have realized that you won't find me in someone else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;IF you can only realize this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;IF you understand we can work this out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;IF you see it's so easy to forgive and forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;IF you believe in second chances!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;IF you believe we can make a new start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;IF and ONLY IF you believe in yourself, and believe in me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The WORLD will look so different then. We'll be alive then! We won't have to face this pain again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But. It's you my love, it's just YOU. You enjoy being in pain!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So, keep enjoying it! Keep living in this pain forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;For me, I made my decision. I won't go through this again, since I already realized you were the one. I will stop searching. And, sure I will keep waiting too! Waiting for you!! Maybe, one day you realize it. Maybe, one day you will find out, I was the one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And, I hope this day comes before I die! That day, you come and "rescue me from the MIRE". That day we can make a new start, build a new life, make our dreams come true!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But, till then, I will remain sorry!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-8542752287895155394?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/8542752287895155394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/8542752287895155394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/8542752287895155394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry!!'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-1214263525007001128</id><published>2009-03-06T20:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:36:23.701+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallucinations'/><title type='text'>Special!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;On &lt;/span&gt;Monday, October 27, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different..Special...Uniqu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e...One of a Kind...and many other words I hear all the time. Words, used, by most people I get to know, describing me, as they believe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, after passing through many experiences, I sat down, and thought!&lt;br /&gt;What do these words really mean?!! Specially, that people who used these words to describe me, are the same people who let me pass through SPECIAL SHIT in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it being special or unique? Is it something good, as all people think it is?! Or is it the worst thing that could happen to any person?? Why, if you are SO SPECIAL, why, should you be punished for that?!! Is it being special, the real special thing, that let you pass through special experiences?! Or, do the special experiences, make you special? Does being SPECIAL really exist?? Or, is everyone special in his own way, which will make all of us special in the end??!!!! Many questions I got, flowing in my mind, with no specific answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, before, I mean, before this thinking, I thought that I am special, as people believe, because, I use my intuition all the time, which I now believe, is not intuition at all!!! Now, I believe, it's being stupid, or being kind more than needed, which will lead to stupidity in the end!&lt;br /&gt;Give him excuses, try to stand in his shoes. Look at the situation from his point of view, sure, he has his reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Now, why am I using HE? Because, this intuition problem, appeared when it was a HE, NEVER when it was a SHE. And to be more specific, it appeared in the frame of relationship, not friendship, not for people I meet everyday, at work, in club, or anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Here comes another question, is it really an intuition problem? Or, does it have to do with a heart vs. mind thing, knowing, that in most cases, I wasn't emotionally involved!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just seem to give endless excuses, I never use my intuition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking again, I reach something that gives me relief: they are not special enough for me!!! They knew I was so special, but they are not!! That's why they couldn't deal with it!!! They didn't understand that being special, will lead to special treatment, that they will never find anywhere else!! So, they get the special treatment the wrong way. As if, they forgot how special I am! So, the problem starts!&lt;br /&gt;This really feels better than believing that I am that stupid, giving chances and excuses to people who were never worth it!! Which will lead to the thought that I am not special at all, I am just special stupid, or special fool, or anything else that's not good at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for those people who believe I am special, can you help me find a clue to this problem? As, it's causing me hard times!&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you, I myself believe they are really special, and sure they heard that they are a couple of times, did you ever feel that being special is the same thing that causes you the misery of your life? Any suggestions you have to help me out?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-1214263525007001128?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1214263525007001128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/1214263525007001128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/1214263525007001128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/special.html' title='Special!!!'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980598904823452307.post-4115615763519675088</id><published>2009-03-06T20:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:37:20.899+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Twice...'/><title type='text'>Love, new rules!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On Monday, July 7, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Of course, all of you listened to the new album for "Tamer Hosny". Like everyone, I bought the album after the first time I listened to it. I admit the guy has some good talent, in composing music. I didn't care much about the lyrics, as for my previous experience with him, he's not that good writer, just "ay kalam ma3 el music..w eshta". I liked the song "esma w naseeb", but after concentrating with the lyrics, I was surprised with the meaning behind the words. As I could notice, there are new rules in love, some strange rules, things that we were not brought upon!! Seems, that I've been away from this world for quite too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Well, here are some sentences of the lyrics of this song, that have those rules!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; I need your opinions guys, as I'm really surprised this is how LOVE looks like nowadays!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و يا ريت يطمن خوفها، مش هقول كان بيننا إيه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; أي واحدة ممكن تضعف ادام حبيبها ده شئ أكيد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; و أنا أكثر واحد عارف من جواها ملاك قلبه رقيق&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; واللي كان بيننا في عينايا، ذكريات، إحساس برئ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; حتى أنا اللي بعدك حبيتها، طلعت أنا في حبها، مش أول حب في حياتها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; ما احنا أخدنا حاجات كثير ما كانتش أصلا حقنا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; New Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; 1. Any girl can go into a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; 2. Never mind how far this relationship goes, even if it ends with no marriage!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; 3. The girl shouldn't be ashamed of the love she had and whatever she did with whomever she loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; 4. No hard feelings, a guy should find it ok, if his girl was in a previous relationship with another man, and he shouldn't ask or feel bad for this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Why am I writing this??! I think we are falling!! This is not our society! These are not our traditions or morals!! Not our RELIGION, maybe some of you would find the whole topic of love away from religion, but I believe love is a part of our religion, if ended by the normal end, marriage!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980598904823452307-4115615763519675088?l=naelaomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4115615763519675088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-new-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/4115615763519675088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980598904823452307/posts/default/4115615763519675088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naelaomar.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-new-rules.html' title='Love, new rules!!'/><author><name>Meshmesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348405994402793814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwQVnDmXudY/SzI3iJ9xaXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwQex-Jofeo/s1600-R/2469358818_82ddd58516_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
