A Lesson In Drawing – Nizar Qabbani

My son places his paint box in front of me

and asks me to draw a bird for him.

Into the color gray I dip the brush

and draw a square with locks and bars.

Astonishment fills his eyes:

“… But this is a prision, Father,

Don’t you know, how to draw a bird?”

And I tell him: “Son, forgive me.

I’ve forgotten the shapes of birds.”

…..

My son lays down his pens, his crayon box in

front of me

and asks me to draw a homeland for him.

The brush trembles in my hands

and I sink, weeping.

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C’est moi ..

 

Femme
Qui cherche l’éternel
L’autre moitié du ciel
Chaque flamme
Porte le monde en elle

Noises I hate

Tagged By Osama

I’m supposed to list at least three noises i hate , ok then , here’s my list :

1 – The mobile phone alarm as well it’s very annoying

2 – Anyone’s voice when first waking up, that is really annoying

3 – George Wassouf’s voice , or any kind of vulgar egyption music , usually comes from public transportations and taxi cabs !

i guess that’s it , thanks for remidning me that i do have a blog Osama  

And you will never know ..

It’s amazing how some people have the ability to change the world around us with a blink of an eye so that we look around to find all that paleness that covered the air a few moments ago is replaced with a thousand rainbows !

It’s as if i was taking care of a garden and giving it all i have just so i can gaze upon it and see it in all it’s beauty , yet the flowers are like a stubborn child , refusing the water and all the care , and as i look at it it seems to me like a neglected site that has been dying over and over without anyone to look after ..

Suddenly ,and from within all the ashes , a ray of hope shines sending it’s greetings saying without any slight need for words “You do care , i know that , and so do I!“

As i stare at this wonderful gift I’ve been given after waiting quite along , i realized that having this beautiful flower brightening up my days , is better than having the world’s meadows resting in the palm of my hand .

To you , my dearest , I thank you , for being you !

 

Thinkin out loud , again !

So , i guess here it goes , my very new blog , and it’s more of a secret one , a personal diary that no one but myself or a very few number of people whom are closer to me than myself will read

So I’m officially  back on track !

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