Paradise Lost

Get rid of the last tear blurring your vision. Keep it real. See the world crystal clear, Move your Eyes around, Look for your goals, Your dreams, Your Happiness. Do not be serious, But do not be a fool. Stand upside down, But learn to use a tool.

I do not know why but I felt an urge to write something here, this whole studying is closing my mind. I am thinking of these days, which might be the last days of winter, I know I'm gonna miss this, but hopefully not to get that cranky mood again, I really hate it. I am studying now for my Public Opinion class, it can be boring some how but I have to admit that it contains many useful information, something related to out reality, which is very important. The chapter that I am reading now--actual just finished--is about education and how does it affect the individual, therefore the society. The author is talking about the affects of the education, whether, in schools or universities, how it shapes the thinking of the person. It is amazing when we think that our personalities actually are made of all the things we have learned throughout our lives. Those books have been engraving our inner selves. But the question is, is that what we really want, I mean is that the personality that ...

Nature have always been my favorite thing to go to when I suffer from a problem or feel like this world does not allow any chance to stay in it without suffering from a lack of breath. Simply because of many reasons which the of it is that Nature is the very personification of our one God who has the greatest powers to create all this, and for our own good, that we have to appreciate our world and not to ruin it by our stupid craving for that materialistic reality that messes up with our faith, which suppose to be natural in every persons's heart. So, please do not forget those things because it will lead to using yourselves, then everything will be lost.

انه من المهم ان نتذكر طيلة الوقت مصاب امامنا الحسين عليه السلام، و هذا القصيدة اثرت في بشكر كبير لشدة المعاني التي بين سطورها و المشاعر التي يعبر فيها الشاعر عن حب ابا عبدالله. هذا القصيدة للشاعرمهدي جناح الكاظمي و الاداء الصوتي للحاج باسم الكربلائي اقصد معي شجر الأراك لفاطمٍ.... معها على جسد الحسين ننوح ضَم الإباء و المكرمات جميعها.... في كربلاء ما ضم منك ضريح و تهاوت الأملاكُ فوقك سجداً.... و سعى المسيح لكربلاء و الروح يدري المسيح و أمه من قبله.... فالطف في إنجيله مشروح موسى هوى صعقاً عليك و طوله.... و بكى بطوفان المحاجر نوح أسفاً تقطع لا لفرقة يوسفٍ.... يعقوب بل لك جفنه مقروح و الريح مولة تجول بكربلاء.... نشرت ثوائبها عليك الريح و الشمس دائرةٌ و نحرك كعبةٌ ....تقتاها زمزم جفنها مجروح و أظلة العرش اقشعر كيانها.... و تصدعت منها عليك صروح أحنت لمصرعك الحظيرة هامها.... و دماك بالأفق المبين تلوح بقيت ثلاثاً فوق جسم محمدٍ.... زمرُ الملائك تقتدي و تروح جزعي عليك جميل صبرٍ إنما.... لمصائبك الصبر الجميل قبيح يا أيها المصباح كلُ ظلالةٍ ....لما طلعت ظلامها مفضوح يا كبرياء الحق أنت إمامه ....و ...

My ability to survive in these surroundings has reached its limits, as I move from one place to another I feel death creeps into my veins, poisoning the dark blood inside it, leaving my nervous system separated from the real world, like myself. I struggle every morning as I depart from my sweet single bed, knowing that it is my only shelter that keeps me from others. My sanctuary when I feel in need of protection, and the place where I regain my powers after a long day of survival. Still, departing has become a daily necessity, like a mother leaving her child to let him find his chances through life, so hard is the separation, but so important at the same time. For the advantage of the both parties. After I put on my dark shaded clothes I check myself for five seconds at the mirror, to remind myself who I am, and in what face people will see me today, then I am good to go. No pretty face can hide those features of my dead spirit, but I do know how to trick people with that false smile,...

Broken pieces of little lives thrown at the streets. Once it was raining. Purification is given. Then, there came the mud, wet mud Staining the stepping forward little lights, Stained steps with hopelessness to continue, To tremble by the sharp pieces of dead lives. Broken by the loud sounds of rejection, Of forced powers, like angry winds, Taking of the smiling flowers of spring, Killing the dying trees of October. Leaving Nothing. A lonely leaf among the black woods Struggling to find the city lights That will burn her, leave her ashes On the muddy street. Fallen. With rain falling upon her head. Smashing the dreamy Thoughts Letting them die on the shinning blackness Haunted streets, sounds of creeping. A new leaf. Finding her way. To the nearest dumpster. To be lost forever.

Today was the "Smile Day" in our Department of English language and literature. The day turned out really great and we have succeeded in making many people smiling. Actually many people were grateful for the flowers we gave to them and the paper that tells you how to overcome your miseries, it was the most amazing thing, to know that people are thankful for the simplest thing you you can do for them. I really wish that many people will do what we did, to spread happiness and peace among people and fill in the heart with joy of every kind. Believe there is nothing to shy about nor to feel embarrassed, you will understand the true feeling of happiness once you try it :) and this is the Optimist Creed that will make you get over many things that are stuck in your mind Thank you Anwar, and I'm glad your dream came true today :) Promise Yourself To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet. To...