Ummn

See.. Miss. Wonderful, sometimes I get into a serious self-argument and I happen to ask myself whether you remember me as much as I do.. Or maybe the grass of the garden has grown unnoticed ..

I started to question myself about the validity of this life, how simple and silly it has became to my sick soul, and as ever I get myself into no answer .. Just a void .. and a silent dusty string reflecting the torture of the human being’s soul. How queer is Man.. satisfaction is never met and hunger is ceaselessly enlarging the circle of the human needy, anxious, and uncertain attitude..

Oh yes my Dear, I am still waiting for Godot..

جميلة

لن تسمع َ الجدرانُ يا جميلة
فالسِّجنُ مثلُ جَبهةِ السَّجَّانْ
من حجرٍ صخرٍ ومن صوَّانْ
وما الّذي تصنعُ راحتانْ؟
نحيلتان. . مستطيلتان
لامرأةٍ صغيرةٍ نحيلة؟

أأضربُ الأمثالَ يا جميلة؟
أأملأُ العروقَ بالثّاراتْ؟
أأملأُ الوجوهَ بالوجومْ؟
أأملأ السَّماءَ بالغيوم؟
إذاً هبيني ساعةً من حياةٍ
حياةِ روحٍ داخلَ السّجن
حياتكِ السّاعةَ يا جميلة
في ليلِ زنزانتِك الطَّويلة.

حين تدورُ ساعةُ الحزنِ
ثلاثَ دوراتٍ فُجائيةْ
وحين لا يَنفذُ للأذنِ
إلا خُطا الجندِ الحديدية
و هي تجوبُ ساحةَ السّجنِ
في رعشةٍ شبهِ جنونية
إذاً هَبيني قوّةَ الوجودْ
قوّةَ إنسانيةِ البشرْ
قوّة ألفِ ثائرٍ في القيودْ

Life is a Game

I don`t think there is perfect way of life , because life is not stable. Life is a chessboard; the one who enjoys the game and work hard will win in the end. As simple as this. There is no perfect life , but right way to live.

By : Ali Shaheen

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Wha?!!

Whatever the thing I am, a bit of meat, a respiration, and a controlling piece! No place where man can find more tranquil withdraw than his own soul .Whatever may occur to you were arranged for you since timelessness and the connotation of factors since timelessness revolving the string of your existence. Thus i care not man dies but once, and so we owe mighty Allah a curtains. All objects from the timelessness are of a similar shape and they come closer in a circle of daily affairs and a magical transformation, therefore what’s past help must be past affliction, the cosmos is but an alteration thus our life is what our concepts model it . Not one thing occurs to any one that he is not by nature created to endure… Tis but the time to have a say… and to work correspondingly! Say it! you earth keep my corpse ! but forever shall my soul remain! I hereby renounce you fool unfortunate ideologized culture and I am proud to be the one who I am, but who are you?

Thank you

The problem with asking people about their friends is that they do not always know why they are important.
A wise man,who is my grandfather,once told me that if you do not have friends then your life will be so limited.
When you feel you are alone in the dark between problems and duties,then out of sudden you know that someone caries in your dreams, in your life.Someone who try to light your way, through the doubt, the confusion, the fear. You feel the value of yourself. You want to give him your soul. You know that he deserves it. You know that he will not accept anything,because he only wants to see your smile. Finally you recognize that you can not do anything except thanking him.
thanks my friend from my heart

By Ali Shaheen

Some Thoughts…

I have always been told to “go on” and skip all those misfortunes which bug up the utmost point of comfort in my life…. I am just thinking about it now, more vividly, more consciously..

ok..You was MISTAKEN dear blue fairy. I just cannot go on, this is why the world around us is a total mess.. because we just go on ..because we just don’t give a damn, we just learn

to become more heartless.. We keep those unhealed wounds suppressed deep down there and then what? time will heal?

nah! time will just delay… and it will expose the hurt at the worst moment.. just the moment when you cannot simply go on.. because you would be a total corruption, a ruin,

and a memory of playful days.. ! You spend half of your life running and “going on” .. and earth go on , becomes more wicked , more careless .. more irresponsible! But yea, why not …

let it be … you are right .. To walk deep in one’s self for hours and finally meeting none, nobody, nothing. That solitary state of nothingness is far more creative at times. Let it be dear blue fairy, we’ve just rejected immortality for the sake of …. experiment!

Let’s just eat ….

Ok

Ok, I can wait! I’ve just realized that..

Freedom~!

I have been told that those who fear death, are the best slaves!

What do you think?

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