My Sheep !

So tomorrow N'sh'Allah is Eid Adha. Happy Eid for all of you !!


When I see the pictures of sheep around the internet I feel sorry for those cute little creatures, but then this is the command of Allah. I believe that these sweet sheep would have a better life there than here with us monstrous people !

Today I saw my two sheep I would sacrifice tomorrow. Aww they were so beautiful. I put for them two pink ribbons ! It would be wonderful to have one, but I cannot keep them :(. So I gave them those gifts. Do you think they would later recognize us? I think Yes !. I read once that prophet peace be upon him said "Whoever kills a sparrow or anything bigger than that without a just cause, Allah will hold him accountable on the Day of Judgment." The listeners asked, "O Messenger of Allah, what is a just cause?" He replied, "That he will kill it to eat, not simply to chop off its head and then throw it away." So those animals will recognize us later to ask for their rights ! Thus my two cute sheep will recognize me later and maybe say thanks Rema ! Oh, so sweet. I think I would go count how many rabbits, birds, sheep and other animals I had in my life. I would have many sweet friends later. Oh, I wish I treat them well as I think, if not..sorry !

Be kind to sheep ! S/he will remember you later :) This sheep is lovable...look at the photo above, his/her legs form a heart :) S/he says I love you. So love him/her back <3

Again..Happy Eid !

It was a dream..my daughter..

وسافر عنكِ لدنيا المحال	وتبكين حباً .. مضى عنكِ يوماً
سوى الوهم - ياطفلتي- والخيال ؟	لقد كان حلماً .. وهل في الحياة
سحابةُ صيفٍ كثيف الظلال	وما العمر يا أطهر الناسِ إلا
وكل الذي بيننا للزوال	وتبكين حباً .. طواه الخريف
تذوب الأماني ويبقى السؤال	فمن قال في العمر شيء يدومُ
غداً سوف يصبح.. بعض الرمال ؟	لماذا أتيت إذا كان حلمي

Online..

Seeing you "Online" makes me feel that I have the key to the world's happiness..
I feel like floods of so many things I want to tell you go away from my chest..
Looking at the mobile-screen and knowing that you're holding it the same moment I'm holding it too draws the smile on my face..
"Online" becomes like a spiritual communication with you. I would sit and tell you everything and feel like all those stories I tell you are creating a sweet web to you..

Thanks for being "Online", though I know it is not for me and it will never be for me, but thanks because it means so much for me..

You'll never have to be alone

We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes
And the flashback starts
I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air

See the lights,
See the party,
the ball gowns
I see you make your way through the crowd
And say hello
Little did I know

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
And I was crying on the staircase
Begging you please don't go, and I said

Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

So I sneak out to the garden to see you
We keep quiet cause we're dead if they knew
So close your eyes
Escape this town for a little while

Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
But you were everything to me
I was begging you please don't go and I said

Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel
This love is difficult, but it's real,
Don't be afraid
We'll make it out of this mess
It's a love story baby just say yes

Oh oh,

I got tired of waiting
Wondering if you were ever coming around
My faith in you is fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said

Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you but you never come
Is this in my head, I don't know what to think
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring,

And said,

Marry me Juliet you'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad, you'll pick out a white dress
It's a love story baby just say yes

Heaven where I belong

"For me Heaven is not only an approaching fact.
Rather, it is every precious appointments which have been postponed against my will.
It is all those places which earth did not allow me to visit.
It is the love , this life was so cheap to afford me.
It is the happiness which cannot fit in this earth.
It is all those faces that I miss most and I was deprived from seeing.
Heaven is the death of taboos, the death of prohibition and the death of authorities.
Heaven is the death of boredom, the death of fatigue and the death of despair.
Heaven is simply the death of Death."

I miss to go there to meet my beloved and enjoy everything I miss in this life <3

By: Mohammed Assouani

Don't cry

Don't cry, I'm here for you forever

..is it?..

Each broken heart eventually mends. Is it truly right?
I pray it is.

..left me..

قد غادرت فوددت لو أن غادروا كل الأنام وتوأمي ما غادرت
قد فارقت قلبي الحزين ودمعتي من موق عيني سكبها ما فارقت
قد هاجرت درب بعيد دربها والكل يسأل هل تراها هاجرت
الكل يسأل مافعلت بعدها قلت المآسي في الفؤاد تعانقت
قد عاودتني كل أحزان مضت لن تنجلي إلا إذا هي عاودت
كانت لروحي توأماً ياحرقتي من بعد ما ابتسمت حياتي سافرت
كيف الحياة أخيتي فلتصفحي كيف الحياة ؟! فغصتي قد جاورت
صارت رفيقة قلبي المحزون في حلك الدجى يا توأمي بل خالطت
وتسابقت أصداء ذكراك التي مكثت بقلبي بل له قد مازجت
ستظل ذكراك هنا لو غادرت كل الدنى لكنها ما غادرت

Translated:

She left and I wished everyone did, but not my soul mate.
She left my sad heart alone and my tear has never left my eyes since then.
She went away, and everyone asks me if she truly migrate?
Everyone asks me what have I done after her? I answered that pain embraced my heart since her leave.
All my painful memories returned and they will never be erased until she return back.
She was my soul mate..Oh..After my life has finally smiled, she left me alone again !
How is life my soul? How is it? my lump became the only friend of my sad heart in those dark nights.
And your beautiful memories race in front of my eyes..
Your memory will always remain safe in my heart even if everything erased from there..yours will never be erased.

Jealousy is killing me

Only Allah knows how I feel.
Only Allah knows how much it kills me.
It's not a thing I chose to be born with.
It's not something to be proud of.
It is a painful test to live with it.
Especially..
when you are apart from the person you care about.
It's not a sentiment I can control even if we are not together.
It is a pain.
It hurts when I realize that I was the only thing preventing someone from doing what he wants..once I disappeared everything changed.
To heal needs time, but with jealousy resides in my heart it needs ages.
I cannot forget easily...
I hate when injuries open with a single gesture.
My heart is loaded,, but it can no longer express

O Allah sends your mercy and peace upon my aching heart.

Have you?

Who has not ever fall in love or at least has a crush on someone? I guess no one =)

The Key

Life is a big secret like my heart
It has a sweet cup of tea and it has an injured rose !

No one can understand life, nor decode my heart.
Except few...
Who taught me that behind winter, there is a beautiful sun
After any obstacle, I will remain their princess
My heart is no secret for them.
It opens itself for them innocently,
they read its tired pages.
Not to abandon it cruelly,
but to teach it to fly again

Love you all :)

A touch of Hand

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.

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

Never Truely Gone !

When memories last and carry on ,

A loved one is never truely gone !

You will find your sadness can be eased,

By holding close fond memories.

My Friend..

I miss you more than words can say,

I think of you each single day,

I love you like my "brother" and friend,

I'll always love you til the end,

The more i think, the more i weep,

at least i have memories to keep,

I know we'll meet again soon enough,

but i can't wait cos this is tough,

every time i see a pretty flower,

i think of you then my eyes shower,

every time i take out my photo pile,

i look at you and me and i smile,

all the memories i hold in my heart,

no need to miss you, we're not apart

by Amanda Linzi

I Miss You..

silhouettes dance within my heart
casting omnipresent shadows of you
and yet there remains an echo
an eerie silence of loneliness
deafened by dreaded emptinessin
a place you once tread

those boyhood memories remain
absence the fondness you shared
the gentleness of your touch
supported by words of compassion
always teaching, reaching
no longer can I feel you

though I see you daily
from visions of the past
my soul aches to know
how long does death last....

By Bob Shank

In all langauges..Welcome..

Welcome Ramadan..May God forgives us all ..and grants us His Paradise..

Ameen

I lost you my soul !

The following poem is translation of the poem in the video...

The one used to console me is Gone!
Gone and today he's in his grave.

He left me alone and sad...dying in my grief

I remember him when he talks to me with a broad smile on his face..
I remember him when he consoles me when my tears drop on my cheeks..
I remember him when he complains to me about the worries fill his chest..

I remember him and my tears roll down my cheeks and my mind becomes his only captive !

My sweetheart is Gone!
I could not even smell his scent!
My soul died too and accompanies him in his grave.

Where are you dear?
Come back...come talk to me under the moonful night..
Ask me about my beings..everything sweetheart has turned sore after your departure!

Oh ...I've no patience..come back..come back !!

I have nothing..
I have just the hope to meet you again in the Green Paradise..

Oh my dear..
The whole universe miss you..
May God rest your soul in Heaven..drink from the sweetest brook

I miss you Forever..

Love and Friendship

by Emily Jane Brontë

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green