My own world

One day all our dreams will come true ..

Wednesday 18 November 2009

Noorah's Voice !

Wednesday 11 November 2009

A Walk to remember...


Love is everything in one's life: love of life, nature, knowledge, innocence...Love exists in every corner in this world around us. No one can deny that he has never tasted love...Love of any kind.

Love is a powerful tool; it is as destructive as it is constructive. Sometimes we miss the idea of love in our life and seek hard to find it, and taste the pain rather than the joy we dreamt of. Love never comes without pain; however we still enjoy every pain this love brings.

Sometimes you are in your dreamy world...away from everyone…enjoying your love for your private life…content with what God has given you…happy with your own life, but someone determines to storm into your kingdom…disturb your life…confuse the very essence of you. You may do not have the courage to question his presence, you may do not care of his ushering or you may decide to examine his presence in your life. You will never know what destiny hide for you, you will never know that you may fall in love with him in every essence of you and taste the "sweet" pain he will introduce into your life.

It will be a great experience, you will enjoy the love he brings, but the pre- knowledge that something will separate you is what embittered this love-experience. Love can breathe life into you even if you are in the edge of dying.




Love teaches you to have hope, to have faith, to have a plan for your life. Love gives you a new laugh...a new smile...a new cry...a new tear…a new life !

"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful".

Love will remain with you...It will remain whatever pain it caused to you... Love is eternal…

Our love is like the wind... I can’t see it, but I sure can feel it.





Monday 9 November 2009

I promise you !


Sunday 1 November 2009

Life....


Life is a mixture

of sunshine and rain,

Laughter and teardrops.

pleasure and pain.

All days can't be bright,

but it's certainly true

There was never a cloud

the sun didn't shine through.


by Helen Rice