tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238597262011-11-19T22:52:15.705+02:00Damascus Jasmine is characterized by its white color as well its beautiful smell and one can watch it decorating the old Damascene houses in addition to garden’s of new houses and balconies.Jasminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14165537833737665952noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859726.post-48833847153350665382011-05-19T22:50:00.002+03:002011-05-19T23:09:20.986+03:00

نبدأ التغيير من أنفسنا ومن بعدها نوسع الدائرة، لا يرمي كل منا ذنبه وخطأه على غيره بل يغير ما بنفسه اولااحداث الفرق والتغيير بالمجتمع له عدة نواحي، انا شخصيا بحب اني اعمل خير، كيف؟ مو ضروري بالمصاري، وخاصة انو بمجتمعنا الغريب بس حدا يحكي بسيرة المصاري الكل بيهرب وبيقلك ما معيعمل الخير يعني مثلا تتبسم بوجه اخيك المسلم (تبسمك في وجه اخيك صدقة) هاد حديث نبوي شريفعمل الخير يعني اماطة الاذى عن الطريق،

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Well.. A new year is coming and "el7amdulillah rab el3alameen" that things have started to change for good :)Inshallah all the coming days will bring more joy, happiness and great supporting people..Happy 2008 ;)بكرا العيد وبنعيّد، بندبح بقرة السيّد، والسيّد مالو بقرة.. شو بدنا نعمل؟ المهم انو رح نعيّد ببقرة او بخاروف أو بجاجة مو مشكلةالحمد لله السنة الجاية على الأبواب، وبإذن الله تكون سنة خير

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حين يقع الظلم عليك وتُشَل حركتك وأفكارك، فلا حروف ولا كلمات تعيد إليك حقكحين تعمل بكل جد وإخلاص، وتجد ذلك الانسان الذي أمامك يجرّدك من كل الثقة، فلا شيء يعيد إلى نفسك الحياة حين تجد نفسك مضطهدا ولا سبيل إلى الخلاص، فليس من مفاتيح العالم ان تحررك وترفع ذلك الثقل عن ظهرك حين هذا وحين ذاك.. كلها مواقف بائسة ومحبطة ولكنها موجودة.. المضحك المبكي أنها مواقف تشد بك إلى أن تتوقف، ولكن الحياة من جهة أخرى

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Well my blog was supposed to be all about Jasmine of Damascus but unfortunately my thoughts and social life had interfered and changed the whole place into another thing, lol, 3adi.My last trip to Damas filled my soul with the smell of Jasmine, and now I am back with a fresh "smell" and thoughts and a much better mood.Nizar Qabbani once said:لا أستطيع أن أكتب عن دمشق , دون أن يعرش الياسمين على

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لطالما اعتقدت أن الذكريات هي الشيء الوحيد الجميل والمليء بحلاوة الحياة، لكنني يوما بعد يوم، اصبحت اتأكد أكثر أن الذكريات شيء مؤلم، وحتى هي تتلاشى مع مرور الأياممنذ سنوات، انتقلت من بيتي القديم، من حديقة كانت تمتليء بأصواتنا وصراخنا، ضحكاتنا وبكائنا، إلى بيت لم تملأه إلا أصوات السكون والهدوء، إلى جدران تفتقد الحياة،، بكيت بصمت لكنني حملت الذكريات في قلبي وعقلي، وحاولت التمسك بها، حاولت جاهدة أن

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It's amazing how you wait for something for so long then Allah sends it to you in just the right time, it feels so great..I don't know what to write but I know that I feel so happy, and I feel that every cell in my body is smiling, strange ha?Thank you great Allah for this gift that you have sent today and for starting my day in such a happiness. And I wish that every person that I know and don't

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أذهلتني تلك الدمشقية المثقفة "سهام ترجمان" في كتابها "يا مال الشام" بعشقها للشام.. غرست في كل صفحة من صفحات كتابها بذرة حب لتراب الشام، وزرعت في نفس القاريء عشقا لأرض الشام وبيوت الشام، وعتق الشام.. تعترف بأنها "مريضة بحب الانسان الدمشقي الشعبي الفقير الاصيل وبكل انسان اصيل فقير.." تعترف بأنها "مريضة بعشق الشام، ولا تحب أن تشفى" (تماما كما هو حالي الآن).. تذكرنا بأن "اللي مالو عتيق مالو جديد"

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...كتبت سهام ترجمان في كتابها يا مال الشام تقولأنا اتمتع بأمي لا كما يتمتع الناس.. أنا أراقبها بشدة.. أنظر في عينيها.. في شعرها.. في ثوبها العتيق الذي تفوح منه رائحة المطبخ.. في ابتسامتها الطيبة.. في آمالها الظاهرة والخفية.. في مشيتها.. في نومها.. وهي لا تشعر بي.. لا تعرف أنني أغرف من جمالها الإلهي.. وأختزن صورا لها لا تنتهيأتمتع بها وهي ترد على الهاتف بصوت متردد، أتمتع بها وهي تشوي اللحم وتقلي

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May it be an evening starShines down upon you..

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I kept trying not to write or express my feelings till today, I tried to keep them held back inside my weak body but today.. I couldn't do it any more..I feel so weak and sad that my body cells are crashing down and my soul is getting sick.. I don't know what to do anymore, I lost all the stability that I have been living all my life, I lost all of my strenght to fight this cruel reality.. And

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This is the old city of my hometown Damascus, hope my cousin has covered a good area with her video, enjoy..

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Well, I had my birthday several days ago; I'm now one year older!!!Surprisingly it was the first time ever that I enjoyed a birthday and didn't feel I'm getting old, maybe because I had a great party and lots of great and lovely gifts ;-) I'm only kidding of course. The actual reason was having a special person who made a great difference in my life. I have learned that life isn't about going

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طبعا كلنا بنعرف برنامج الخاسر الاكبر واللي بتلاقي فيه هالعالم اللي بتناضل وبتتعب وبتهلك لحتى تنحف، يعني العملية فيها تعب أولا وهدف تانيا أو بالعكسفي شوارع عمان في برنامج جديد، فعليا هي مسابقة، بيتسابق فيها السائقين على الحصول على لقب الحيوان الأكبر!!! وعلى كسر جملة "القيادة فن، ذوق وأخلاق"، ولو بإيدي الشغلة، بعطي الكل الجائزة الكبرىاليوم مثلا، بشارع واحد وخلال 7 دقائق، صار 3 حوادث، كل حادث اكبر

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وطني.. يا جبل الغيم الأزرق.. وطني.. يا قمر الندي والزنبق.. يا وجوه الـ بيحبّونا.. يا تراب اللي سبقونا.. يا زغيّر ووسع الدني.. وسع الدني يا وطنيوطني.. يا دهب الزمان الضايع.. وطني.. من برق القصايد طالع.. أنا على بابك قصيدة.. كتبتها الريح العنيدة.. أنا حجرة أنا سوسنة.. أنا سوسنة يا وطنيجيراني بالقنطرة تذكّروني.. وبلابل القمرة يندهوني.. شجر أراضيك سواعد أهلي شجّروا.. وحجار حفافيك وجوه جدودي الـ

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"Alhamdulillah" I'm back to my self again, I really needed some time to think and rearrange all my thoughts and reschedule my life.I have learned that although life is so hard, it has so many nice things and so many great people who make it easier.Every night and day, I thank "Allah" for sending this so special person to my life who always tries to teach me more about life and help me living it

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I stop for a minute, think of all that was going in my life.. I realize that I need a break, I need to be away, so far away....I'll be away from the blogs and the internet for a while.. Well, I'm not sure if I'm coming back here again, but for if I didn't show up again, I need to thank all of the people and bloggers who supported me and my blog with a comment, a smile, a virtual hug or a

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You know when you miss someone so much that you can't move or breathe without crying for him/ her!!!I really don't know why I am writing this, but if I don't write, I will get sick for sure. I'm trying so hard to hide the tears of my heart..I have to be strong and face this hard life with it's days and obstacles. I need to do something.. I need help,,,, I need a hug :-(

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Today and exactly just as I was stepping out of the gym, I felt so hungry and started making the ordinary list (lol, Hayat knows my lists).From time to time (last time was in Ramadan) I make lists of food that I desire or wish to eat. But the problem is that I make people around me hungry when looking at the list and I never had eaten or even got any of the food items that I wrote in those

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Watching and Listening to the news lately made me believe that life is coming to an end.. Every body is getting killed, and every one is being blamed.. I really don't know who is right and who is wrong, with all those tears and pains of people. I only know that there are "Humans" who are being killed every day without any kind of mercy, just because of Politics, because every one wants to get a

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I used to be another person before I met you, you turned my whole world up-side-down, you gave me hope and strength to face it all and defeat all of my fears..You made me know what Love is, it's not only heart beats that go faster, it's talking to a person and listening to him all day and night without feeling bored at all.It's sharing everything and all activities with this person without

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In the darkness, and silence of the night I can hear my heart, cracking inside I don’t think I will die, but I’m afraid I might I wish you could be here, right by my side I need you in my arms, need to hold you tight I can see your love, shinning bright In this darkness, you are my light I promise, I won't go down without a fight You are my love, my sweet delight Without you my love, I

Talonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859726.post-90958156687952036282007-02-06T19:20:00.000+02:002007-02-07T14:39:05.206+02:00

Love is lost in-between the fractions of our broken heartsAnd in the darkness and shadows of our lives, hope is goneWhen the memories and secrets, we left behindAnd hid from the light, haunt's you and burn's your soulAfter all that, and in a silent cold moment, a teardrop falls... Talal

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"When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants and murderers and for a time they seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall - think of it, ALWAYS..." Mahatma Gandhi

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Changed my cloth and went to bed early todayOpened my eyes later to somewhere new Saw a sweet and lovely face that I never knewAn angelic face shining brighter than the sunShe gently touched my face, oh yes she is the oneI wanted to move but I was helpless and weakAs she walked away, I tried to call her but I couldn't speakMy body just laid there still, but my soul followed runningYet she didn't

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A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty, he said no. She asked him if he would want to be with her forever.. and he said no. She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry? and once again he replied with a no. She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face, the boy grabbed her arm and said... "you're not pretty, you're beautiful, I don't want to be with you

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Whats happening in Iraq is a terrible disaster, two groups of the same religion are killing each others without realizing the sad truth that Israel and the US had succeeded in their cruel plans.They saw that Saddam Hussain was a murderer but they could not see that the US is even worse than him! They hanged him and his brother, they also mutilated their dead bodies... At the same time they are

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