One of the most severe forms of social injustice is the search for a good wife for a corrupt man,
When a community is created on what is wrong and right instead of lawful and Prohibited, Do not be surprised if you see a man doing immorality acts orders his wife to obey and honor him,
At first, the nations make their customs and in the end, these customs control them like the idols in the puppet theater,
The truth is that it is not only a person who is accustomed to living in delusions,
We, as human beings, do not realize how good or evil is within us unless we have a real temptation. We are not aware of our strength or weakness unless we face our fears.
Life is like a big market ... Walk around and take whatever you wish but remember that you will pay the expense of what you took.
Now please stop looking for answers in what surrounds you of technology. Look for it in everything created by the Creator himself for technology is made by man, which is far from perfection.
Some grown up and still need time to understand, some understanding and need time to grow up and between them both there are a gap of emotions and a drying out lake of mutual responsibilities.
Do not give
people more than their right for the rose may die from the multitude of
water ... Similarly, if the knowledge of the mind is near perfection, we say less.
I missed someone who advised me to be aware of myself and stay happy no matter how difficult I was pass through.
If only I could tell that I lost everything when I lost him... But my only glory that I believe nothing impossible, for the impossible is what God did not write for us and wasn't meant to be at first place... not what we failed to achieve or what we cowardly can't face.
ِAnd here comes the question "does creativity is idea or will" ?
Personally i denied the idea about the fourth stages of creativity theory, or even Plato or Freud theory
"Inspiration" leads to some "ideas" then "creativity" must glow bright in it's form whichever it'll be, Some
of the great thinkers have spoken of inspiration from various magazines
of interest to all scholars and intellectuals in a purely academic way.
With my respect for them all I see inspiration as the basis of any creativity
has two paths emerge
The
first is the creativity that stems from the feeling and feeling that
the artist develops in a way that the recipient understands for art.
And creativity stemming from the idea of whether it touches the artist himself or just another work added to his art.
Personally I am not qualified for pure poetic experience
I prefer the poetic experience stemming from a sincere sense.
So as for example, few days ago i deeply feel that i miss my beloved.. and i'm willing to let her know that through my words, so i inked those words for her,
How much I care..
"Close your eyes let me take your hand, i can't begin to know your fears I'll never understand.
But for a fleeting moment let me soothe your pain, for just a passing second before you go back to your reality again.
So, lay your head upon my chest.. feel the beat of my heart as i gently stroke your hair, and whisper softly to your warm ear, I miss you.. do you even know how much I care"
Now how to ask for creativity from someone who does not have his own inspiration, I miss you and i can't do more for I miss you.
I think of your warm and inviting smile of the laughter that now brings tears and I miss you.
I think of your small body wrapped in my arms of the hands that caressed your hair and I miss you.
I think of evenings in front of a fire of hot chicken soup now gone cold and I miss you.
I think of you bravely waving good bye of the way you walked out of my sight and I miss you.
I think of lessons you have taught me of the promises I keep ... and I miss you.
How could fate have separated us ?
How could you just go away ?
I think of you and miss you.
It is hard for me to imagine beauty not associated with virtue for true beauty and true virtue are one thing yet beauty without virtue as flower without fragrant breeze,
The most beautiful things in the world you can not see or even touch, you should feel it with your heart, If you look optimistically into existence, you'll see beauty common in all its details,
True beauty disappears when intelligence shows up. True
love is the convergence of two spirits. The souls do not compete in
beauty or intelligence. Because all spirits are beautiful and
intelligent.
Who is looking for a good, smart and beautiful woman looking for three different women, Who is looking for a good, intelligent and strong man looking for three different men.
The softness in
the wonderful power is stronger than the power itself, because it shows
you the place of mercy in it and humility in beauty better than beauty,
because vanity is denied by him .. and everything of strength has no
place in it for something of mercy is what God put on people of the laws
of destruction.
For every When..? There is a Why..? for every push, there is a pull,
For every truth there is a lie, for every fall there is a fool
For every Where..? There is a How..?, for every Heaven, there is a Hell
For every moment there is a now, for every nose there is a smell
For every foe there is a friend, for every smile there are many tears
For every start there is an end, When every day we face our fears
Twelve statements, Twelve months of the year,
one's saw roads are rough and full of struggle, or very narrow to get through
But you know whatever road I thought about it always leads me back to you, for you... are my inner light which shines through every storm,
You... are there by the fire that keeps your house a home,
You... walk with my mind each moment through happiness and pain,
You... are my invisible sheltering umbrella for whenever there is rain,
No matter where I'm waiting to travel, Where ever in the world I roam
I have the inner hidden longing that I will never lose my way, because my sweetheart all the roads lead me back to you to that fairy tail place
which we'll call our home.
I love winter because it is under rain, fake masks fade away .. And fall colors borrowed and remains only purity,
I love winter because all things shrink in winter.. but Why nostalgia distorted for this rule and growing wider with each cold night,
I love winter for some in our lives are like winter, we love them, but they are the cause of our sickness,
I love winter because it reminds me of what I need...
The madness of our jealousy warms the cold of time,
For a night we share its details with love,
Your voice is fondly playing my ears,
Maybe a meeting, When fate arranges it to us for walk in the rain,
But alas, Once I was complained to you from winter cold now,
Now... I'm complaining to the winter of the coolness of your feelings.
In a meditation, in a moment of silence,
the mind blinking in the gloom of your world to found the wonder,
Which lost without excuse, and come back for no reason,
There is no shade will last long even if we felt safe,
I ask about the love of it was seductive..!
And who has a shrine and prestige,
It is good for him to collect virtues,,, not gold...
then I came back with a few words,
The words of beauty abandon, forgiveness and being patience,
Beautiful abandon .. was abandonment without harm,
Beautiful forgiveness .. is laminate without admonitions,
Beautiful patience.. will be patience without complaint.
Learn to associate "event" with "time" with a certain scene. With a distinctive smell. With sincere passion, Relax.
Take a deep breath. Diving deep in the dark ... until you see the light,
Free your mind from all disillusionment,
Cleanse your spirit from all impurities,
Surrendered to the earth in position Southeast 141ْ
Hear only the echo of your breath coming in and out.
If it fails to emit ambient noise. Place earplugs,
Breathe deeply without sound,
Now say .. I love you ... Because you did not say it for 44 hours,
Now listen to me, when I come to the end of my road,
miss me for a little while but forever for I'll always be around and so near,
and please don't let your heart hold any fears, or even let your eyes shed no tears,
we may didn't ready to take the last journey home,
but surly we are just waiting to vanish this misty gloom,
for one day we all have to take the journey of death,
And on this day we breathe our last breath,
Learn to associate "event" with "time" with a certain scene. With a distinctive smell. With sincere passion, And ... Relax.
Once upon a time ... My father told me, you are strong but you need more practice to be more stronger.
I rushed to athletics training. I practiced martial arts. I mastered the shooting until I became a sniper in the guard of the president Special army.
Then I came back to my father and asked him..
Am I now more powerful.. More stronger..?
He answered me with a quiet voice;
Do you think power is synonymous with cruelty and indifference..!
I was confused and regretted what I missed from the time, and asked him with tears refuse to come down from my eyes.
So I made a mistake and I'm looking forward to knowing my mistake if you please..!
He replied me...! My son,
Strength lies here ... and put his hand on my heart.
Strength lies in the heart no matter how crashing it still gives,
Strength lies in a spirit that no matter how is narrow and misty the ways it does not surrender,
Strength lies in the mind of whatever knowledge it earned, it will always humble in front of wisdom,
Strength lies in love no matter how the paths distances and separated between lovers, love will always remains alive.
Now tell me, How stronger you think you are ?
I abandoned the people I loved once because I saw their hearts adored separation,
Yes I miss them but, I placed my dignity above the longing and that need no translation,
And I want to be friendly with them, but the way of humiliation does not please my situation, For it's better for you to became hated by people for your honesty with them than to love you for your hypocrisy on them and that need no more clarification.
And when tears will swell her eye, she will begin to cry.. As he says his last goodbye.
His last five years with her he spent, every moment lovingly without regret.
He lay in the bed barley able to speak, the sickness inside making him weak
At her face he could only stare, as he drew in a gasp of air
He knew the words need be said, before this disease made him dead
It came out a whisper with tone sincere, I will always love you.. You were the one my dear.
She sat there watching as he drifted away, holding his hand .. She stayed there all day
This love was true now, of that she was sure, and the pain of loss left her heart sore.
Those words he said in the end, she ran over and over again in her head,
From the moment they met she always felt, he was the one.. He made her heart melt,
To get marry was all they dreamed, A wedding beautiful and so serene,
But for him she could never say the same, until he muttered his last words that day,
Although broken from loss in the fight, her heart lay easy at peace tonight,
Knowing that he felt the same, all the pain she overcame,
She exclaimed, I’ll never lose him even though we’re apart, memories of us will forever keep him in her heart
Sooner or later you'll tried to push me, provoke me with temptation, for each new missing, bringing lustful sensation.
You wanted to give me something so sacred, you filled me with lies and got nothing instead.
You never said the right words, you tried every possible way to get me to break,
You pushed me more and more but it was not your mistake.
The more you said nothing the harder I tried, you thought I would give up but my morals behind.
So my lady, I'm sorry of all the words you left unspoken, but what I should have told you is.... I'm not easily broken.
For you can not, will not do what you wish to do, her love is something you could never pursue.
Longingly you watch her day and night, Although you are unhappy just sitting there with her in your sight
You long to hold her and have her by your side, but what if you get shut down that would hurt your pride.
Yes, that’s what always holding you back... the fear... Fear of rejection, Leaving you in a lonely fantasy causing loves suppression.
Not so many have this kind of feelings, to understand that this little title has many meanings. Time is different in its value to each of us, just as we differ in the intensity of our faith and devotions.
Philosophers differ from traders in estimating time, Also, farmers differ from workers or politicians from military men, but they knows and appreciates every time the breath coming in or out of them chest,
All the prophets advised the follower in all heavenly books with that "do not throw
obscene words over time for the importance and sanctity of time"
Do you ever asked yourself.. about Why ..!
Suppose time is that inviable bond between all things on the face of creation, for without time there will be no life, so respect the time, the time you left behind and the time still you a have to spend, for time is the only evidence of our existence in the universe.
Our failure as a human in a very sample sentence is, when we let our
biggest concern became "having" not our "being" in all what we are
willing for "doing", we fed the wrong animal.
If it is done as we wanted or not. If I successful or failed,
If it happened and I died before our meeting,
I
want you to know that I have sacrificed everything in
my life with my free will not to seek fame, money, title or even a better living and a
bright life,
I'd like you to know that it is only to be your lover, and proves to you that true love is still alive.
Our departure from human beings may not be hatred or change, for sometimes solitude is the homeland of tired souls
I thought that the worst thing in life, Is that the person remains alone, but I discovered that the worst thing in life, that man lives with people who make him feel lonely,
The shock does two things to our being as a human... Either destroy us or make as a person hard to defeat, but unfortunately when we fall as a prey to others deception our proposals left to complete our life and move on shrinking around us, Shrinking to become a few possibilities... Regret then either revenge or become a victim of loneliness in our own world.
let me tell you that; do not regret about what you have given them, but you should be proud that you were and still a human, who carries a heart among people with no hearts, and to be honest with you I can't prevent you from taking your revenge but I want you to know that revenge has two facets, A black face eats of your conscience, your spirit and your soul, and drives you to hurt others and a bright white face will inflame your spirit to be the finest and the most creative and the most beautiful human full of honesty and humanity,
The what will still left is to be alone for only solitude is that safe homeland for tired souls but don't forget that solitude is also what makes us weak.. it's up to you but it takes a real human to forgive for forgiveness need so much power,
and I just want to remind you to remember ...
That wonderful is the smile that says to sadness "will not beat me"
And,
That attempt, which says to failure "will not be able to get me down"
That ambition, which says to thwart would "you can not control me"
