Fluent Thoughts

I draw small triangles attached to each other a lot, fold my papers in a triangle shape and I like the number 3.

I like it when the three angles are beautifully equal. I draw equiangulars until I fill a Whole page.

Once, at my previous job I drew so many triangles in a piece of paper and a colleague came into my office while I wasn’t there and when I came back I found him staring at the paper; I asked him what is it that he is staring at, and he said:

“Why are you drawing this, do you have a problem”

“No; why???!”

“It’s freaky!!”

“Oh yes it is !!!”

The reason I ‘m writing this is that I have aches in the left side of my head and my left eye and it’s cloudy and gloomy out side and I don’t like it.

My mother may travel this week, and as usual she will leave her brats with me, I hope she doesn’t because I can’t control them anymore, I might have a heart attack.

المشكله

She always says

إنتي صايره ما تتحملينهم و ما تعرفين تتعاملين معاهم

Yes I can’t stand them anymore.

Please Mum don’t go and leave me alone with them.

PLEASE

MUM

PLEASE

A spiritual thought

It’s nearly the end of this holy month; I miss it already and feel as if a part of me is leaving. What if the spiritual feelings of Ramadan remain for the rest of the year; not the fasting, only the prayers and gentle feelings that a soul feels in this month; wouldn’t it be nice? It definitely would, but such thing means the there will be no devil on earth, and it is us and only us who are responsible for our acts, people then would know what is it that they should fix in their selves and would try their best to be better people; the world then would be a better place to live in, and wars would be less or maybe no more wars will be.

Eid

As most of you already know, I love Eid so much. I buy new clothes, well not only clothes; everything I wear or use in that day should be new even my nail polish is new even if I had the same colour before

A Prayer

May Allah make Heaven our last destination.

Boodi

Boodi: “Mum, I want to tell you something if you promise me to not get angry”

Mum: “I can‘t promise you; because I might get angry”

Boodi: “Then I‘m not going to tell”

Mum: “Yes you will”

Boodi: “When I grow up I will smoke”

Mum: “Smoking affects your lungs badly”

Boodi: “Oh then I will smoke for five days only”

Mum: !!!!!

Poor mum

تقبل الله طاعتكم و كل عام و أنتم بخير

 Why is it living in this web?

it’s not safe !

Another Year

This is my third year in the blogging atmosphere it is something I did since 2004, loved it and dealed with it and through it seriously. I have expressed my feelings and thoughts in a way as I never did.

Thanks

I would love to thank those who had gave me a lot of advice and support; most of those who comment in my blog does but there are three that I will never forget, those who where very supportive for the sake of nothing but kindness, they have helped me and advised me, they have lead me to what I am at right now. Purgatory, Bo ghazi and Bo Rashed, Thank you.

Purgatory,

I have nothing but respect for your clever and caring soul.

Bo Ghazi,

You have always been a great support.

Bo Rashed,

Though you’re not here anymore; You still are my big brother.

And special thanks to Blo Boz, Judy Abbot, Hopeless poet, Shorouq and The Don.

Oh yes, and Ra-1 for introducing me to the blogging world (you like to be mentioned )

It is a pleasure being around people like you.