Friendship

In the battlefield the soldier asked his boss:
“my friend is lost, may I go and look for him?”
The boss answered: “Negative, he might be dead by now.”

The soldier disobeyed and went searching.
And he came back wounded to death,carrying the body of his friend.

The boss said: “was it worth it?”
The soldier replied: “he was alive when I found him and by then told me:”
“I knew that you would come.”

Spanish Heart

Maestro of the sun and moon
Mirror in which I admire my true fortune
One day I found you and my destiny changed
My heart felt what it had always wanted to feel

Make me feel at peace
Give me your knowledge
Let me begin to enjoy this life which I have and I can’t just let it go away
I thank life for putting you in my path
How lucky I am!

In Honor of … a Departure

With a smiling tear I farewell my dear
When the sun flirts the sky…
When the road scratches the tire

Why such a pain in heart keeps traveling
Faster than the tire
Why such love endures much more
Than this weak heart lying behind an old wheel?

Sixteen years of unshared happiness and sadness
Came to an end by seeing red cheeks and glittering eyes
I never pictured those years so young
I could not imagine this life shorter than our life

And as the hand of the guardian angel holds the red rose
I turn around to see what’s left;
A noisy laughter in the mirror of a fake future.

Good Evening to You

A blue opened book,
a ball in the pitch,
a green tree,
a crying child,
a beautiful couple,
glittering eyes look at me,
crying stars exhort me,
Sitting quitely in the bottom,
Just a heart troubled with joy,
Good evening to you.

Will Life Trade me?

Was the cold breeze too cold for thine cheeks?
Was the hug I gave you too warm for thine chest's reeks?

Hold me closer to thine heart.
Perhaps I could take a share of that pain; a part.

I do believe that God is gracious to all.
For I will pray to get closer, and go deeper.
For Only God can make life accept this trade call…

Hold me closer for I hope I could amuse thee
Casting thine mind away from pain,
Looking only into my eyes as my body becoming the alter of thine agony.

The Globe of Love

I hate this gigantic globe called, love.
I am tired of being exposed to its rays.
I cannot stand this pain of the tan it gives.
I am hidden in my room
While others are outside in the wide open.
I receive the tan of love on my skin
But they don't.
Quite funny!

When will you emancipate me?
I am depleted of power.
My fingers are trembling.
Why me, cannot you see any other?
I hate you for you are a user…
Ye know that I have a weak skin
And that is how you go for it… you crazy utilitarian opportunist.

If I could just know who gives you the permission to shine.
Is it God? No, for He does not love to see us in torment.
Is it human nature? Is it a human need?
But God is behind all of it!
This is like crazy.

I walked the streets lonely counting the tiles.
The sea wind kissed my cheeks and I never wanted it to.
My heart turned to be the rocks of the shore…
Getting smoothened by the licks of the waves…
Growing with the slaps of the broken waves…
I wish I were beat by somebody who is strong…
It would have been easy.

Ye needa see that the hit of the weak is strong and violent
Stronger than that of the strong.
The globe of love has made the strong pathetic
And the weak…a tyrant.

The globe of love has stripped off the rich
And became a servant of the poor
A poor who will never be blessed.
I am looking forward to that day,
Where I could laugh at you as you set away from me.

... ... ...?

What is this fine quiet magic that you do?
What is this humble yet sublime spirit that you have?
What are those things you possess yet I lack?
Behind which curtain do ye hide your pen?
Away from which church do you worship?
Afar from which rusty strings do you play music?
Is it possible that I am too nearsighted that I could not see you before?
Was everything I thought I ever mastered a delusion?

I am willing to accept all above as divine facts…
As long as you do not suspend me …from your SMS tone ring
But if you cannot just do it…
All above stand still ever true.

A Little Small Face

As the light glitters in my sleepy eyes,
I worry about tomorrow, forgetting the unbearable present,
I kept rolling in mud…
Depleted from power…
But amidst the dumb darkness,
A little small face shined forth at me and smiled,
I smiled too.

Anonymous

An Ember on the Chest

When are you gonna understand,
That you are there as people are
You are human as people are
You are an alien looking for a new homeland?

Getting along with you is sweet,
Being with you is sweeter than forbidden honey,
Coasting more than an ember on my weak chest,
Igniting more than a burning steel bar on my torn lips.

Tell me how I can change you,
Tell me how I can make you feel what I feel,
Is it a must to be the same person?
For I see under the light that we are not.

… I will never give up.
I see those around me change.
Deceiving one anther …
Thinking that they got it.

Have you asked what does he want from you?
Most probably …yes.
Do you dare ask why?
No! Ye know.
When are you gonna understand?
Doing what is right ain't easy…
When are you gonna enjoy doing what is right?
When are you gonna learn?

Is there hope?
People change…and the world might come to an end…
You stumble and you do fall…
But you rise up and stare right in my eyes.
Your compassion overwhelms me.

Knowing what is going on is like slapping me in the face.
You sit and you ponder…things change;…the world does…
But you are so static…motionless…but never cold…
When are you gonna open your eyes?
Ye needa see that you are static…

But I love you to be static…firm…
Just I needa know that you are static…
On the Right Ground…

I am not afraid and I can't be afraid…
You are with me…
Your suffering awakens me…
Your heart hits me in the face…

None is true,
You are there,
You,
Incomparable,
They kneel before your goodness,
They adore your pen,
They needa no awareness what is a pen!
It don't matter,
For I do.

I am here,
You are there…
The ember on the chest will remind me forever…
The burning steel bar on my torn lips will keep me awake.

Anonymous

Which Love Have You Fallen In? (Revised on May 6)

• Article 1: God is distinct. He is Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. God is all good all omnipotent. God is a suffering God for He is self-emptying, other affirming and a community-forming Love.
• Article 2: God has created a very distinct creation, very particular, concrete and asymmetrical; no one will be like anyone else forever. For twins, their minds are distinct and different. For others, their minds could have a percentage of similarity in between with complete different bodies.
• Article 3: In what way your beloved, or lover, is the only possibility to offer you as perfect human love as possible that never vanishes or gets depleted up? Since we are distinct and asymmetrical creatures, God has created only one possible mate for each of us. Does this mean that the mate for a North American could be created in someplace in south far Asia? No! Everyone of us lives in an environment and nursed through a concrete cultural milk. In his or her milieu there is only one possibility that fits as humanly complete as possible. This one is the real one. This kind of love is called The Love. If someone falls in love more than once in one's life and then falls asleep, then there was on true Love among those that possibly existed while all other experiences were mere love cases.
• Resulst:
  (I) What shall we do? We should ask ourselves about them; are they The Love or a love? A "love" is good and lived and experienced and even produced happy life and children. But a "love" cannot be compared to The Love while takes place once in one's whole life. Rarely barely we find people who based their lives and got nourished by The Love which makes the two an inseparable holistic entity; distinct, yet not separated.
  (II) This Love is non-substitutional for God is distinct and created the two mates distinctly. If you go the other normal possible route, it means that you have fallen in place where there is a way out of it for it will never be the inescapable non-exchanged reality which it will look for you amidst other possibilities.
  
• CONCLUSION: I present this analogy about loves and the Love. It is like one glove faced by ten balls coming ahead where all of them are of a size and volume that enable them to rest in the glove comfortably. But we need to keep in mind that the glove is not aware that ten balls in life are coming forward. This gives another reason to say that at times only God foreknows which ball is the perfect ball. All the ten could rest comfortably but only one would fit the glove as humanly-perfect as possible. This leaves humanity in front of a mystery called love for actually it is the ball that enters the glove even forcefully and not the glove searching for the ball. The moment love comes, you cannot but be passive and accept it as a reality in your life; is not it ridiculous for dying person to refuse a healing drug? But how would you react when the Love is the third ball where the first ball rested in your glove ahead of that already? I would say that no one can refuse the normal balls from entering one's glove. Confusing, isn't it? But this is the truth. Love remains love and a poor paralyzed would not refuse to have a wheel chair, which is capable enough to carry him to all over the world experiencing the wonders of life, even that there is a chance for him to get completely healed by the Love which is perfectly capable of carrying him even to heavens; to experience the presence of God Himself in life through It.
  

What is Death Like?

Once upon a time there was a little seven-year old kid who suffered from an acute and sever illness...as his parents took him to the hospital and his condition grew no better, the doctors advised them that it is better for him to spend his last days at home.
His mother kept watching him as he was being put out as a candle a day after day but what can she do than praying for she could not believe that he was going to depart that soon.
She used to tell him a story to lullaby him everynight...but she was aware that he was not really listening but thinking of something else...heavy on his chest.
One night, after she finished her story about the good prince who conquered the evil king he asked: Mom, what is death like?
She could not stand it anymore in front of him for she knew that the moment was coming when she had to face this question and answer it. Feeling the weakness at her knees and the troubled heart of her son beating so hard..., she hid her face in her hands pretending that something had got into her eye. She ran away from his little beautiful eyes to the cold kitchen and leaned at the door and heard him coming out of the bed and getting closer. She prayed,,,God, tell me please what to say! And God did tell her...
The boy asked again: Mom, what is death like?
His mother answered: do you remember when you used to play soccer outside all the day long and then you would come in all tired and exhausted, unable even to take your clothes off, and you would sneak inside your parents' bed...but you used to wake up in the morning to find yourself in the other room, cleaned up, in your bed??? Ye would feel happy for you knew that it was your father whom you love who carried you with his strong arms to the other room...
Honey, this is what death is like...it is like when we sleep and wake up one morning to find ourselves in the other room, not tired, not dirty, but happy and clean for we know that it was our father who carried us with his strong carring arms to the other room...
The days passed by and the boy went to sleep...and indeed he was taken into the other room by is father...but fear did not know a way to his heart...it was only happiness, love, and trust in his Father who cared for him and loved him, and who carried him to the other room where pain and suffering have no power.

This is story is inspired from a sermon by Peter Marshal

Taking a Walk around Harisa, Lebanon

Harisa is a well-known village in Lebanon which rests on the mountains where you can enjoy that sight of the statue of Saint Mary standing there for 100 years now with open arms towards Beirut. This statue has been venerated as much as Mary is around here in Lebanon for it is a real edifice. As the years pass by and this summer moseys faster, the area gets really crowded with visiters from all over. Deciding to have a walk alone at 2:00 am to the place from the big Hotel that crouches from behing could be one of the loveliest things to do especially that the fresh breeze hits your cheeks aggressively and makes you think that it is better to go back and sleep while your human instinct of survival pushes you forward indicating that you are still young and agile, so you can make it.
Nothing could interrupt all this beauty in nature but the guns and weapons to secure the area from any Iranian strike...
Looking at the statue, whose position of peace giving amidst the guns, stimilates you to think what can you offer to those who are around you...

"On a Sunny Evening"

The sun has made a veil of gold
So lovely that my body aches
Above, the heavens shriek with blue
Convinced I've been smiled at by some mistake.
The world's abloom and seems to smile
I want to fly but where, how high?
If in barbed wire, things can bloom
Why couldn't I? She won’t die!

Anonymous

Hope

In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.
My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be regained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my Lord,
And seeking her I have come to thy door.
I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.

I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish-
No hope,
No happiness,
No vision of a face seen through tears.

Oh, dip my emptied life into the ocean,
Plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe.

"Tagore"

Another Joke (a reality for Arabs) from Dear Bob

A Japanese doctor said, "Medicine in my country is so advanced that we cantake a kidney out of one man, put it in another, and have him looking forwork in six weeks."

A German doctor said, That's nothing, we can take a lung out of one person, put it in another, and have him looking for work in four weeks."

A British doctor said, "In my country, medicine is so advanced that we cantake half of a heart out of one person, put it in another, and have them both looking for work in two weeks."

A Texas doctor, not to be outdone said, "You guys are way behind. We took aman with no brains out of Texas, put him in the White House and now half the country is looking for work!

Bull--- and Brilliance

A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa, taking her faithful aged poodle named Cuddles, along for the company.
One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that he's lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.
The old poodle thinks, 'Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!' Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap the old poodle exclaims loudly, 'Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?'
Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. 'Whew!' says the leopard, 'That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!'
Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard.
The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, 'Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!
Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, 'What am I going to do now?', but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says.
'Where's that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!

Moral of this story....
Don't mess with old farts .. age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill! Bull--- and brilliance only come with age and experience.

On Fairouz (II): Lie to Me Please

Please come over,
Don’t pass by!

Lie to me. Is it sinful to lie?

Promise me that you will come over
And then,
Do not pass by if you do not want to.

Just lie to me.

My door, my needles…
They greet you.
My pillow greets you,
My stories greet you.

Could you lie to me please?

Guess what!?

I am extremely happy for today and after long months now I have been trying and exercizing New Testament Greek and Today I was able to read and translate on my own the following verse:

"Εγω είμι Ό άρτος ό ζων εκ του ουράνου κάτάβάς. Κάι ό άρτος δε όν εγω δωσω ή σάρξ μου εστιν ό ύπερ της κοσμου ζωης."

"I am the living bread which came down from heaven. And also my flesh is the bread which I shall give for the life of the world."

John 6:51.

The Naughtiest Boy Ever

This is what his mom says about him. Why is it all the times when we ask parents about their kids, the first response is that they are naughty and just don’t listen to you...?

Looking at the following picture ye could see my nephew, Joseph, receiving from the hand of his mom a candle, a white candle that goes perfectly with his heart and why…? To celebrate the Palm Sunday…welcoming our victorious Jesus Christ, our Savior, and the one who loved all.

Joseph’s mother says that he is naughty while Jesus says to his mom, if you do not become like this child, you will never enter the kingdom of God…Sister…this whole image leaves you a naughty girl.

Just Be with me

Let me not pray to be sheltered from
Dangers but to be fearless in facing
Them.

Let me not beg for the stilling of
My pain but for the heart to conquer it.
Let me not look for allies in life's
Battlefield but to my own strength.
Let me not crave in anxious fear to
Be saved but hope for the patience to
Win my freedom

Grant me that I may not be a
coward, feeling your mercy in my
success alone; but let me find the grasp
of your hand in my failure

Don't You Forget about Me

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need thy presence every passing hour;
What but thy race can foil the tempter's power?
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.

I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victor?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

Hold thou thy Cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies:
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!

The Child in the Man

Walking up Mount Lebanon, heading towards Sayyedat al-Nourrieh, you have the feeling that the sea is under you and God is lurking behind the blue curtain of the sky...but what you are feeling is the following:

Come hold me now
I am not gone
I would not leave you here alone
In this dead calm beneath the waves
I can still hear those lost boys calling

You could not speak
You were afraid
To take the risk of being left again
And so you tipped your hat and waved and then
You turned back up the gangway of that steel tomb again

And in Mott street in July
When I hear those seabirds cry
I hold the child
The child in the man
The child that we leave behind

The spotlight fades
The boys disband
The final notes lie mute upon the sand
And in the silence of the grave
I can still hear those lost boys calling

We left them thereWhen they were young
The men were gone until the west was won
And now there's nothing left but time to kill
You never took us fishin' dad and now you never will

And in Mott street in July
When I hear those seabirds cryI hold the child
The child in the man
The child that we leave behind

On Fairouz: You Still Come to My Mind...,

He came by and asked me whether April knocked at my door yet…I hid my face, and my house flew up with me and disappeared. I wanted to open to him and talk to him about love,,,I looked up and did not see but the flowers at the door…

You still come to my mind…,
Oh ye the Moon of all beautiful,
Oh ye the beautiful Evenings of October,
Oh ye my precious Gold.

You still come to my mind…,
Oh ye Beautiful and Arrogant,
Oh ye spread Beads on my high roof.

Summer has passed by along with its promises, along with love,
And we did not hear from you oh Moon,
And no one waved to us with a hand,
And the nights keep dragging on and passing way, ....and meanwhile you still come to my mind.

(To Listen to this Arabic Song, Click on: http://music.6arab.com/fairooz..ba3dak-3ala-bali.ram)

A Joke all the Way from America

The Pope and George W Bush are on the same stage in front of a huge crowd. 'His Majesty' and His Holiness, however, have seen it all before, so to make it a little more interesting, the president says to the Pope, "Did you know that with just one little wave of my hand, I can make every Republican in the crowd go wild?" He doubts it, so he shows him. Sure enough, the wave elicits rapture and cheering from every Republican in the crowd. Gradually, the cheering subsides. The Pope, not wanting to be out done by such a level of arrogance, considers what he could do. "That was impressive. But did you know that with just one little wave of MY hand I can make EVERY person in the crowd go crazy with joy? This joy will not be a momentary display like that of your subjects, but will go deep into their hearts, and they will forever speak of this day and rejoice." The president seriously doubts this, and says so. "One little wave of your hand and all people will rejoice forever? Show me."
So the Pope slapped him.

A Letter from a Homsi Mother to Her Daughter Living Abroad

Dear daughter,
I write to you a few words in order for you to know that I am writing to you. So if you get this letter from me, it will be a sign that it reached you. If it did not reach you, would you please tell me so I could send it again to you? By the way, I am writing to you very slowly for I know that you cannot read quickly.
Recently your father read a research paper pointing that most of the accidents take place a few kilometers away from our house and that it is why we decided to move into another apartment. The new house is really nice, there is even an automatic washing-machine but I do not know whether it is working or not. Yesterday I put some laundry in it and I pulled the thread above it and the whole thing disappeared in a hole. I guess that I need to read the instructions to know how it works but I cannot find that instruction booklet.
The weather is really nice around here. It rained here last week only twice. The first time was for three days and for four days for the second time!
As for the coat you were looking for, we were able to find it but your uncle says that it is expensive to send it to you for it is quite heavy because of its metal buttons, and that is why we removed the buttons and put them the coat's pocket.
By the way, your father got a new job after waiting for so long where 500 people are under him. He takes care of the grass in a nice graveyard next to the house.
Your younger sister got married and now she is expecting something really nice to come but we do not know whether it is going to be a boy or a girl; that is why we are not sure whether you will be an uncle or an aunt! Your sister said that in case it was a girl, they would name her after me. So strange! This is the first time I hear that people could name their daughter, Mother.
Your brother got us into a trouble two days ago. He forgot his keys in the car and had to go back home to get them to unlock, otherwise I had to wait inside the car for the next day.
With Love
Your Compassionate Mother
P.S. I wanted to put some money in the envelope for you but I remembered to do so after I sealed it.

A Human Analogy

كان رجل يعمل على جسر متحرك لخطوط القطارات ، وكان عمله محصورا في رفع الجسر لكي تمر البواخر من تحته، وبعد مرور الباخرة ينزّل الجسر ويعده لوضعه لمرور القطار من فوقه.
وفي احد الأيام جاء ابن ذلك الرجل الوحيد لأبوه لزيارة والده في عمله. وكباقي الأولاد كان لديه الكثير من الأسئلة، ورغبة في معرفة كيف يستطيع أبوه بواسطة تحريك مفاتيح قليلة رفع جسر حديدي كبير كهذا، فتح له أبوه الباب الذي يؤدي الى تلك الدواليب المسننة والضخمة.
وحدث ما لم يكن في الحسبان، فإذ بذلك الولد يتعثر وتنزلق رجلاه هاوياً إلى أسفل حيث تعلقت ثيابه بواحدة من تلك الدوائر المسننة.
أسرع الأب لينظر ما حصل وإذ بابنه الصغير يصرخ من الألم والخوف. فنزل حالا على ذلك الدرج المؤدي إلى تلك الدواليب الكبيرة، ولكن من دون جدوى إذ لم يستطع الوصول إلى ولده.
لم يعد لذلك الأب الكثير من الوقت ليتدلى بحبل من على الجسر، لأن القطار قادم بعد دقائق قليلة وعليه بإنزال الجسر الضخم وإعداد الخط الحديدي عليه لمرور القطار من فوقه.
ولكن ابنه معلق، والجسر لم يزل مرفوع ، يا للمأزق الحرج ، فهل بإمكانه تخليص ابنه الذي يصرخ خوفاً وألماً، ويترك ذلك الجسر مرفوعا، ولكن إذا لم ينزل الجسر في الحال ، لا بد من سقوط ذلك القطار بكل من فيه من الناس.
وضع ذلك الأب يده على المفتاح وهي ترتجف، وشرع في إنزال ذلك الجسر المرفوع، وابتدأت تلك الدواليب المسننة تتحرك والدموع تنهار من عيني ذلك الأب... ولم يكد ذلك الجسر ينزل في مكانه حتى دوى صفير ذلك القطار السائر باتجاه الجسر.
مر ذلك القطار على الجسر بصفيره وضجيجه يملأ الأجواء، إذ لم يدري احد بما فعله ذلك الأب الحنون.
كان ينظر الأب إلى هؤلاء المسافرون السالمين في القطار، فكان منهم من يتناول الطعام، والبعض الآخر يضحكون مرحا بعضهم مع بعض، وآخرون يتصفحون الجرائد والمجلات ... ولم ينتبه أحد إلى تضحية ذلك الرجل الشهم الذي اختار أن ينقذ حياتهم على حساب ابنه الوحيد.
عزيزي، لقد رأى الله ابنه القدوس البار يُسمَّر على الصليب، بينما كان الكثيرون يسخرون به، يبصقون عليه، يُعيِّروه ويحقّرونه بغير مبالات.
لقد قدم الله ابنه الوحيد، لكي يموت على الصليب من أجلك أنت، ولماذا يا ترى؟ لكي تكون لك الحياة الأبدية .
الله، الذي لم يشفق على ابنه بل بذله لأجلنا أجمعين. يقول الكتاب المقدس: الذي يؤمن بالابن له حياة أبدية، والذي لا يؤمن بالابن لن يرى حياة بل يمكث عليه غضب الله. لقد بذل الرب يسوع المسيح نفسه على الصليب لأجلي ولأجلك، ليطهرنا من كل خطية. وينجينا من الهلاك الأبدي .

NEST at a Start with the Second Semester

Hello again to you blog friends wherever you are.
The Final exams of the first semester at NEST are finished and thanks be to God for it and the semester break is finished too.
People at NEST great one another afresh again for the stress of the studies are over but only for a while. Looking at people here tells me that they are waiting for something new to happen at NEST; something nice and joyful. After spending a good span of time here at NEST, the group living at NEST finds that there is nothing new here and sometimes it feels boring. And I guess this is the case every year since I have been here for more than 2 years now. I look at people and realize that they have no zeal and eagerness to hello one another as they used to do in the past. But I do believe that there is something positive and negative all the times for being in the same place for a long time.
The positive thing is that NEST could give us sometimes the feeling of being at Home for a break since we know all about it. And the negative, for me, is that NEST gets divided into smaller groups after people realize with whom they feel more comfortable.
The election of the new cabinet is just behind the door now and there aren't so many options for there are many students going to graduate this semester and there are few options left... .

Post Christmas

The vacation is over now, and so are the celebrations. I am back to NEST with a sense of hope and refresh after I saw my family. There is nothing like the family.
Another good incident is that two of my German friends at NEST, Simon and Jadviga, passed by my hometown and we had lunch together. It was one of the biggest surprises in my Academic life here so far.
What else, what else??? I think that I feel comfortable in my studies nowadays. The stress is over now and I will have to start over slowly and deeply in my studies rather than running doing a work like Copy and Paste

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ابتسمت كليوباترا .. ففتنت قيصر روما .. وأودت بحياة انطونيو.. وهزت اكبر امبرطورية عرفها التاريخ .
أبتسمت دليلة لشمشون الجبار .. داهية عصره .. فخر صريعاً .. ودب في عينيه النعاس وهو على ركبتيها فسلبته قوته وأذلته لإعدائه
ابتسمت آن بولين لهنري الثامن ملك انجلترا فثار على البابا و الكنيسة و الدولة وثار على التقاليد جمعاء
ابتسمت لولا مونتيز للملك لودفيج الاول ملك بافاريا فسحرته من الوهلة الاولى ودمرته في ايامه الاخيرة ففقد هيبته كملك وأضطر ان يتنازل عن العرش
و حين ابتسمت امي لأبي...... سلخها كف ..و لفّا لف,و قال لها اذهبي ايتها الحرمة و إنظبّي نحناما فشّ عنّا نسوان يضحكوا......