Saturday, August 27, 2011

“When People walk away from you, let them go. Your destiny is never tied to anybody who leaves you, and it doesn’t mean that they are bad people. It just means that their part in your story is over.” I picked this up from my friend’s wall.

When reading this, I remembered all the people that faded out of ‘my story’, and they are just in the background now. And I remember that people come into our lives for a reason.



Thursday, August 25, 2011

كيف صرت مجنوناً


هذه قصتي إلى كل من يود أن يعرف كيف صرتُ مجنوناً، في قديم الأيام قبل أن ميلاد كثيرين من الآلهة نهضت من نومٍ عميقٍ فوجدت أن جميع براقعي قد سرقت، البراقع السبعة التي حكتها وتقنعت بها في حيواتي السبع على الأرض، فركضت سافر الوجه في الشوارع الزاحمة صارخاً بالناس: "اللصوص، اللصوص، اللصوص الملاعين"، فضحك الرجال والنساء مني وهرب بعضهم إلى بيوتهم خائفين مذعورين

وعندما بلغت ساحة المدينة إذا بفتى المدينة قد انتصب على أحد السطوح وصرخ قائلاً: "إن الرجل مجنون أيها الناس"، وما رفعت نظري لأراه حتى قبلت الشمس وجهي العاري لأول مرة، لأول مرة قبلت الشمس فالتهبت نفسي بمحبة الشمس ولم أعد بحاجة إلى براقعي، وكأنما أنا في غيبوبة صرخت قائلاً: "مباركون، مباركون أولئك اللصوص الذين سرقوا براقعي"

هكذا صرت مجنوناً، ولكني قد وجدت بجنوني هذا الحرية والنجاة معاً:حرية الأنفراد ، والنجاة من أن يدرك الناس كياني، لأن الذين يدركون كياننا إنما يستعبدون بعض مافينا، ولكن لا أفخرن كثيراً بنجاتي، فإن اللص وإن كان في غيابة السجن فهو في مأمن من أقرانه اللصوص

منقول من كتاب "المجنون" للرائع جـبران خليـل جـبران

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Invitation


It doesn't interest me what you do for a living I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dreams for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

If you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from God’s presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes."

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.


The Invitation, By Oriah Mountain Dreamer (A native American Elder)

P.S: The portrait shown above is "The invitation" for Jonas Gerard

Sunday, August 21, 2011


I'm only me. That is all I can be. No more, no less, don't second guess. I love, I live, I laugh, I cry. I've wished sometimes that I could die. Some days I'm funny, others I'm not, sometimes I'm in overdrive and I can't stop. You may not like me, but that's okay because this is me and how I'll stay.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

It's the first time to attend that festival performances, It's very good experience that you can see the merge between different cultures in one language is chanting, especially Sufi one.

about 14 countries from whole over the world come to show up their traditions and Sufi view, their title that round is "Home is the Human", performances were fabulous, organized, elegant, rushy, enthusiast, hold in the most beautiful place Al Ghouri complex in Al Azhar St.

I really enjoyed there and invite everyone to try that spirit... believe me... It deserves

Thursday, August 18, 2011


It's good to break the walls of silence for sometime, but the best is to keep the silence of your emotions and thoughts for longer time

Tuesday, August 16, 2011


The best moment ever when you come back from long exhausted day of work to find a pleasant news waiting you.

Today is one of our success moments together :), and one of the happiest days that I record in my life, that project carries a lot of memories inside our hearts and minds that we won't forget them ever.

My dear friends Katherine, Christina, and Mariam.... I LOVE YOU ♥

Sunday, August 14, 2011


Every time I buy a book, I return home to throw it like others .... hope to find a space of time to even browse it.. the time is too tight nowadays.
Note to oneself "you should find time to read that book !!"

Saturday, August 13, 2011



Today I found myself right on a bridge

Under me fire,in front of me devil and behind me angle

Both asked me the same question

Who are you? What side are you on? Love or revenge?

But there's always a third choice and it was to jump into the fire


~ Ezel Bayraktar

Monday, August 8, 2011




Ramadan that month of most generosity...confused me always, if you have that ability to give in that month, what restricted you from doing that all months of year, spread your ability of giving to cover a wide spectrum of needy people everywhere.. It’s inside you anyway

Just wish Ramadan's spirit last forever...may be to feel generosity inside hearts of people longer.

Saturday, August 6, 2011



صحيت النهاردة جوايا معاني جديدة في الحياة، وغالباً ده علشان نمت كتير إمبارح، واضح إن البني آدم لما بيدي لنفسه المساحة علشان دماغه تشتغل بيبتدي يطلع قماش

عموماً مافيش أحلى من إن الإنسان يعيش اللحظة بلحظتها، ومايشيلش جوا حياته غير ذكريات إمبارح، لإن قطار الحياة لسة ماشي ولسة ربنا مدينا نبض جوة قلوبنا وأفكار كبيييرة جوة عقولنا، علشان كدة قررت أنقل عدوى اليوم بيومه دي للي حواليا، إخواتي وصحابي والمجتمع والناس

صباح الخير