Bitter Beauty

"To know the pain of too much tenderness
To be wounded by your own understanding
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burns your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the potter has moistened with his own sacred tears."

It is so sarcastic how agony and pain can mingle together to give life a meaning to give life colors other than black and white but grades of colors in between ....

I wonder do people have to feel pain to see colors, cant there be just light colors?
Can't there be just pink colors? Or would it be a real pale pink
If you want a real nice rose color you d have to have to taste dark brown color as well…
……Bitterness isn’t it? A painful one…….

Her smile, her laugh out loud, her innocent shining eyes.... her moves, steps...her boldness ...,her shout, her fighting for her rights, her simple happy life, that love inside her that endless faith in GOD, that struggling will for life………….
Alive she is, her heart beats not pale anymore and never after
For he who tastes life is never dead for every true moment is the catalyst of a more to give and to live for …………..

A glass of water

Well we had a teacher a beautiful friendly kind Ms. Amira who used to serve in church and was very interested in psychology very wise she is.
She once told us a very strange story about a glass of water a gift from God to each and every person of us but on one condition that none knows and will never know unless having the privilege of drinking which for sure will happen one day for that need is a must that God have created us with.
And the secret reveals at the point you want to drink more and you either find your glass empty or you find very little water in it !!!!!!!!!!!!
A non refillable Glass of water that was the secret.

" If God have just told us we might have...............
But if we just knew...................
But why just one glass couldn’t he have....................."

And to this she replies the beauty of water lays in this fact, and to her words some students were silent not understanding, others were talking not attentive and I was hiding for I feared the truth she spoke it hurted me and made me wonder about the glass of water and the water within.......................
And that was a long time ago ...............
And you know what my fear was in place

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You Loved so much
Or is it that you had nothing else
Possession lead to concussion
Beautiful, Strong, Deep & Hollow, Pain, Agony & Love
Loving you so much and the agony rebels in the deepest fact that love and hatred lies aside
Together in passion of respect that is reserved for you
Is it all fake?
Can Hatred be as much as love?
Confused? Not very……
Loving Caring Hating Rebelling and mostly Crying for Paralysis is sympathy that no one can do anything but feel pathetic towards it
I wish there was a cure
But none has been or will be to heal that pain. She feels sorry for you
She wishes she can be there she wishes she can do something but the secret lies in the price of endless pain of just trying to endure any harvest deep consequences of the past
And when she sees you She s silent, unlike her, Smiling & You look into her eyes you see nothing but years & years of Silence Patience
May God Bless You

To someone Worth Calling a Friend !!

My whole attention was absorbed by her
I lived in a wonderful world never quitting it except to snatch few hours rest at night.
A shrewed observant personage she is
She had a manner which set me at my ease
She had a turn for narrative
We got on swimmingly together
She was qualified to give those who enjoyed the privilege of her conversation a taste of high things.
I never tired of her , nor even ceased to cherish for her sentiment of attachment as strong, tender and respect as any that ever animated my heart. I nested close to her ..
Then my mind rove away when I should be listening to her and now I lose the very sound of her voice
I fall into a sort of a dream
wondering what ve happened ? how ? why ?
Is guilt is your feeling or not at all not even in mind?
I dont wanna see you anymore your excuses doesnt fit that much neither does the time fit anymore
I lay again Crushed troden on
and could I ever rise more.......

Wild Beauty(Reality)!!!!

They taught us colors in school white, black, red & green
But they didn’t tell us that there are dozens of colors in between...
Even at college and home we were told about the terrible people the liars the thieves the killers and blab…. la
Yes in those exact naive words we thought life is sum up and we thought us to be the good ...the good people ;-)
Coming to realize how complicated it is now….and how childhood was really sweet!
How easy it is to steal, to lie, to kill and not just that, these are all nothing, there comes the worst of all the killing sins that appears nothing but are killing sins that we weren’t taught in books. Sins that can’t be written nor described in words simple in action, deep in pain. I ‘d call them killing silent sins. You cant talk much about them nor portray them, but You can for sure feel their pain and impact.......................
The justifications become appealing
Scary it is how easy it is to be in their shoes”the bad people”
Ya and you know what? It doesn’t feel wrong as it used to sound. Not at all!!
It’s just as if a child has died and a Typical Normal grownup was born to be one of the crowds ….
Yes one of the crowds!!
I wish I was a child.
She, Her Smile is Fake Her Life is Dull Unhappy Dead still !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

May God Bless You

Some people choose to leave; Others are forced to for certain circumstances or situations they face & the last kind are those who leave for God chose them to depart humans.
All kinds have nearly equal impact on their loving friends and families.
I used to write since I was very young always in a way not understood-a bit unclear- not intentionally.
But I came to realize life is too short to live-in vagueness to be shy to show our feelings, or to be afraid to admit we ‘re sorry. I have grown to realize the value of people around me, a person who is willing to love you endlessly & help you for nothing but being a family or a true friend. It’s not by how many people you have in your life but by the quality of relationship that counts.
And when people depart the memories keep clinging, how much they left impact only counts, leaving no space for people but silence rethinking about their relationships with others praying mercy for her.
May God Bless you. leaving us you gathered families and embrace feelings & reshaped concepts in thy hearts that you truly touched and meant a lot.

Crash

White Black or whatsoever
Egyptian, American, Japanese, Indian
Muslim, Christian, Buddhist
Rich, Poor, …blab lab
We re all filled with stereotypes, traditions & beliefs that we can’t just wake up one day and give it all up …….
But mostly We re filled with alot of anger.
People are filled with anger all of us are angry from life from circumstances family, work, traffic …………………….everything.
Judgmental we re giving ourselves the right to judge people as if we‘re above all people we know everything we re the best.
What if we were born handicapped? Poor? Ugly?We don’t choose who we re? (So how is that an issue for people to gossip or judge?) We choose who we become.
People just wake up (from being an extremist or indifferent) when something big happen something that makes them think of the real meaning behind their existence when they face death when they re in trouble or sickness, Just then they see behind the faces in front of them no matter what color nationality or gender Pathetic it is !!!
What‘d you do if you know you ll die soon?Would you still be doing same stuff you re now????????????????
Will you still be that snob? Will you still be a liar? Killer? racist whatsoever….???????????????
People don’t get to appreciate what they have unless they loose it (Very childish & ugly).
The clue lies within channeling anger. It all lies in the ability to handle different situations under stress and still make it
May God help on experiencing x..y..z..however hard & different it is? Just to feel people’s pain, to get to appreciate people’s differences, to get to give up some of the stupid stereotypes, to be more active, to kill indifference, to stop being judgmental, to stop gossip, to begin doing rather than just talking.

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Laylet Sokoot Baghdad

I’ve lived my life and the terms “Peace” & “Egypt” were never in my vocabulary MANY strange thoughts were always there… believed I was one of a kind, living an illusion, magnifying reality or even letting imagination control simply insane.
To see it on the screen was remarkable.
Provocative, Irritating, Self Shaking, Tragedy, Black Comedy & Sarcasm I say its a good step. Wish we‘d understand or move (DIRTY & COMEDY) they say!!
Funny double way win win Movie targeted the right segment talked the only spoken understood language and yet sent the message to whoever wants to think.
Are we gonna think, Are we gonna move????

Shooting

Some form of motion control in order to exhibit interesting behaviors & reactions TO HAVE A GOOD PICTURE.
She’s been taught to pose
Calm, Simple, Perfect, Black &White, Colorful... BUT Professional
She’s been taught to sit &walk and still pose
She’s been taught to look & stare but still Pose
She’s been taught to smile an innocent smile No vulgar laughter No No all for Posing
She’s even been taught to wake up and pose
Posing still she is, a smile, a …whatever even a cry ready she is, posing still,
Nice Picture by the way.
Perfect Statue!!