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الحب ليس الكذبه التي تهمس بها كل مساء لتمحوها بعنف مع اطلالة الشمس...الحب ليس خرافه ...ولا حكايه خيالية... الحب هو ما يسكنني وسكنك ... هو ما يبكيني وأبكاك...
ياليلي الأزلي...وحبـي الأول
الشوق ما مات ولا قلبي تحول
ظنيت البعد لنسيانكم أسهل
وطال الوقت وقلبي عنكم ما تحول
وشفتكم ولشوفكم القلب غنى
صبرت واليوم يا قلبي تهنـى
ما دري أنه قلبكم عنا تخلى
نسى زمن حبنا والا تناسى
وشفت في عينك عيوني
وشفت في صدك شجوني
وانزويت امسح بكفي دموعي
وآبكي عمر قضيته في جنوني
ما هي القصه أحبك
ولا ودي أقضي باقي العمر حدك
ولو كان نص الحقيقه أني آحبك
وأني ودي أقضي كل العمر حدك
بس الباقي نصيبي ما هو نصيبي
واللي خان العشره هو حبيبي
وأني أحبه و على البعد راضي
دارين ما هو بايده لي جرحني
غصب عنه يبعد عن طريقي
ما ني من ثوبه ولا هو نصيبي
بس من يدل القلب كيف ينساه
ومن يعلمه كيف ينام بليا عيونه
وكيف يرضى بالفراق وحبه جنونه
وكيف آنساك وكل حب بعدك أخونه
لنقفل سيره الحـب للأبد... فالقلوب المغلقه عافت الانتظار والفشللنسلم لليأس رايتــنا ولنترك السـاحات فارغـه ....فماعاد الحـب غايـتنا
توقفت الكلمات عن النزف ...ضاعت الأحرف بين السطور ... ووهب قلمي جنونه للغريب الأعمى....فما عاد للقصه بقيه ولا للحوادث نهايه..... تاهت الطرقات .. و أغلقت الأبواب ... وانتهى المشوارانتهينا ... متى ؟ وكيف؟ ولكن؟؟متى خدعنا الوقت وذبح فينا الانتظار؟؟وكيف مات في قلوبنا ضي النهار؟؟وكل اللي كان وكان صار رهن الاحتضار؟؟كلميتين وضاع بينهم من عمرنا أعوام كلام الحب اختصرته بكلمة أحبكزرعت صادق احساسي وسطهاوانـهيتها بكلمه مسـافـروغاب مع زولك عـطرهايمكن كان الوفى طبع الزمانو الغدر من أطباعنا...ويمكن اللقا قسمه الرحمنو الفرقى نصيبنا ..ماعاد يفرق مين اللي فينا هجروماعاد يفرق ليه قلوبنا صارت حجركل القصص عافت أبطالهاومحنا اللي بننهي ماساتهاقصتنا حالها من حال القصصنحكيها آخر الليل للقمر ونجومهعن جروحها اللي في قلبنا مرسومهوننسى انا اللي قتلنا في الحب مجنونه
It was 6:00 am when the alarm clock started ringing, I got up, put it off, closed the window and back to sleep for 30 mins more. This week was my first week with a new team in the hospital and I knew that they usually start at 7:30 and I need more than one hour to get there. so I got up at the end promising myself to have a good sleep when I come back, I ironned what am going to wear, cooked fast breakfast and started dressing. I took out my new big yellow purse and stuffed with note book, keys, wallet, mobile phone, sun glasses and a novel which I replaced it with a magazine in the last minute.
Because it looked like a gray morning, I decided to wear my gloves today but no need for an umbrella. I also remembered that my mom transferred some money to me by western union so I took my passport and the pin number.
I finished at 7:30 , I got out of the building heading toward the bus station. As I crossed the street I noticed how it was empty except from few cars. not even a single person was walking in the street. (I know it was a little bit early but I saw more human beings at 6:30 than now).
I felt creepy and was hoping to see at least one person at the bus station, at that moment the truth hit me, it was BANK HOLIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and yes, as much I hate to admit, the college announced this a week ago but I forgot. I walked back to my building trying to make as much little noise as I could ( so I wouldn't awake anyone to witness my stupidity) but my high heals kept hitting the ground in regular pattern reminding me of how stupid I am to leave my warm bed on a public holiday.
Close your eyes and imagine a life without colors, how it will look like??!! old B&W movie?? perhaps.
Most people think that each color carry a meaning like red for love or anger and yellow for jealousy but I think their meaning differ from one person to another and also from one culture to another. In Spain they attract the bull by waving a red flag, in most worldwide countries people wear black dresses and suits in funeral and the white gown for the bride in the wedding is something we all agree on.
So what made us pick those colors exactly?? why the blue is for boys and pink for girls?? and why we pick those names??
I know am getting kind of crazy now but don't you all wonder about the order of the life and how all things come together??
Back to the colors, I love them all, for me they mean joy and happiness. This is why I love summer. But in this country summer is something you get when you are so lucky. It's in fact the wettest country in the whole world and am not joking. Here they get raining days on almost 25o day in a year. This year was a little bit different, I have seen the sun a lot in the past few weeks but unfortunately the good luck just desert us and we are back to the cloudy gray mornings. miss color..miss sun .... miss my long skirts... and welcome back to the wet muddy streets.
Last word, to all these beautiful snowdrops and flowers am saying this :" keep your head high against the cold wind cause one day our luck will shine again :) ".
see ya
~" my path is so long..
sometime its getting dark..cant see a thing..
but I know for sure..
that as long you are by my side..
my long journey will come to a happy end"~.
