من اجل عينيك: ولازال الحنين لارض الرافدين يعاودنى

من اجل عينيك: ولازال الحنين لارض الرافدين يعاودنى

عجبى

ليه يا حبيبتى ما بينا دايما سفر
ده البعد ذنب كبير . . . لا يغتفر
ليه يا حبيبتى ما بينا دايما بحور
نعدى بحر نلاقى غيره اتحفر . . وعجبى
صلاح جاهين

العمر يوم

العمر يوم سوف نقضيه معا . . . لا تتركيه يضيع فى الاحزان
ما العمر يادنياى الا ساعة . . . وقد يكون العمر بضع ثوانى
اترى يفيد الزهر بعد رحيله . . . حزن الربيع ولوعة الاغصان

عيناك

اثنان فيك عشقت رسمهما . . . اثنان فيك ولا تسألينى مالهما
سأجيب قبل سؤالى امرهما . . . فلتسمعينى ولا تثيرى شكهما
احببت فى الاولى الدنيا بما وسعت . . . وفى الاخرى عشقت الكون والامما
رأيت فيهما الحب فياضا . . . برغم ذلك رأيت فيهما الما
شاهدت نفسى بين ثناياهما حلما . . . ورأيت حبى وقد تحقق الحلما
هاتان عيناك اللتان اسرننى . . . هاتان عيناك بل هذا وصفهما

Sad story

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand
this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.


The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to
buy this doll.


Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him:
Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?


The old lady replied: You know that you don't have enough money
to buy this doll, my dear.


Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she
went to look around.. She left quickly. The little boy was still
holding the doll in his hand.


Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to
give this doll to.


'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for
Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'


I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her
after all, and not to worry.


But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to
her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that
she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'


His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be
with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon
too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give
it to my sister.


My heart nearly stopped.


The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell
mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from
the mall.'


Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing.
He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she
won't forget me.'


'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but
daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then
he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.


I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we!
check again, just in case you do have enough money for the
doll?


'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money
to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was
enough for the doll and even some spare money.


The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'


Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went
to sleep for God to make sure I had enoug h money to buy this
doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''


'I also wanted to have enough money to! buy a white rose for my
mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me
enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white
roses.'


A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my
basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from
when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which
mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a
young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away,
and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to
decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine,
because the young woman would not be able to recover from the
coma. Was this the family of the little boy?


Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the
news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop
myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the
funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for
people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was
there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand
with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her
chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had
been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his
mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And
in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away
from him.


Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.


For those who prefer to think that God is not watching over
us.... go ahead and delete this. For the rest of us... pass this
on.


The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not
in what they are capable of receiving.

استغفر الله الا من محبتكم . . . انها حسناتى يوم القاه
فإن زعمت بأن الحب معصية . . . فالحب اول ما يوصى به الله

ولازال الحنين لارض الرافدين يعاودنى

اتحدث بلسان حال حبيبة خانت فتقول
:
كبيره انا كبيره وعندك صغيرة

صغير اللى ما عرف امره وتدابيره
صغير اللى وجع حظه وبجى بحيره

هنا يا لاهى وما عرفت اشلون تلهى
هنا يا ساهى وما حسبت حسابك الها

ساعة الجاك يم سوسن ساعة الجاك يم زهرة
تعال اجرب اعتبنك ولو مرة
تعال اجرب تعنالى دا شوفك جرحك اش كبره

تتهمنى بالاستاذ ؟ ؟ اسمع ولك مرة

ياناس سمعوا قصتى
شلت ايدى لاجل فهم الدرس
مو لاجل حرشه غايتى
وجيتك مرة لو مرتين للغرفة
مرة توصف لى طريقة حل ومرة
مادرى اش كانت الوصفة
ياعيب العيب تحسبها سوالف شوج ولهفة
خلف الله على ال دلاك عايزها بعد زفة

حرت انا يا هالوادم بين استاذى والطالب
ال مثلى على الصوبين داتحارب
بعت انا وشريت النوم ولو فد يوم
اريد الناس ينسونى
اريدن تغمض جفونى
حيرانه الدرب دلونى
لا يوم ال يمر يومى
مو راح اشجن هدومى ياربى اشلون هالحيرة
كبيره انا كبيرة وعندك صغيرة