Wednesday, July 23, 2008
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
ده البعد ذنب كبير . . . لا يغتفر
ليه يا حبيبتى ما بينا دايما بحور
نعدى بحر نلاقى غيره اتحفر . . وعجبى
صلاح جاهين
Sunday, July 13, 2008
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
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
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
Saturday, July 5, 2008
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.
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.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
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
:
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
خواطر على قارعة الطريق
بينى وبينك حب مالوهش حدود ولا جار
بينى وبينك عمر وعاشت فيه اسرار
بس حبك حتى ان فرشوا طريقك نار
واسأل روحى امتى زمان الهوا يجمعنا
ويفرحنا قد ما فرقنا وجرحنا
يمكن بكره مين فى الحب بايده اختار
ايوه بحبك حتى ان فرشوا طريقك نار
بينى وبينك عمر وعاشت فيه اسرار
بس حبك حتى ان فرشوا طريقك نار
واسأل روحى امتى زمان الهوا يجمعنا
ويفرحنا قد ما فرقنا وجرحنا
يمكن بكره مين فى الحب بايده اختار
ايوه بحبك حتى ان فرشوا طريقك نار
من صديق عزيز
Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure..Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, 'I love you and I wish you enough'..
The daughter replied, 'Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom'.
They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'.
Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'. 'I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' she said.
'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?'.
She began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone'. She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more. 'When we said , 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them'. Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.
She then began to cry and walked away.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to
appreciate them, a day to love them but then an entire life to forget them.
• Only if you wish send this to the people you will never forgetand remember to send it back to the person who sent it to you. If you
don't send it to anyone it may mean that you are in such a hurry that
you have forgotten your friends.
TAKE TIME TO LIVE.....
To all my friends and loved ones,
I WISH YOU ENOUGH! Have a great day!
The daughter replied, 'Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom'.
They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'.
Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'. 'I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' she said.
'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?'.
She began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone'. She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more. 'When we said , 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them'. Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.
She then began to cry and walked away.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to
appreciate them, a day to love them but then an entire life to forget them.
• Only if you wish send this to the people you will never forgetand remember to send it back to the person who sent it to you. If you
don't send it to anyone it may mean that you are in such a hurry that
you have forgotten your friends.
TAKE TIME TO LIVE.....
To all my friends and loved ones,
I WISH YOU ENOUGH! Have a great day!
ومرورا بارض الرافدين
صغيرة وما تعرف تحب ولا دغدغ جلبها الشوج
هظيمة بشط هواها الروح دوم معاكس ويالموج
صغيرة وحسرتى كبيرة ياصاحب ما اظنها تفل
ولا اظن يحصد ال يشتل ولا ينفع دمع يهمل
تصد مرة واعاتبها وتراضينى وترد تجفل
ولا غلطة ال بدت منى ولا كلمة ال جلت عنها ولا عنى
واهيم وما اجول ارجع تيجى يمى وتشابسنى
وانام وبلشى ساعة اهجع تجى بطيفى وتفززنى
واشوف بلشمة جروحى تظل تدى وحنين تصب
واجول هاى هم قسمة صغيرةوما تعرف تحب
هظيمة بشط هواها الروح دوم معاكس ويالموج
صغيرة وحسرتى كبيرة ياصاحب ما اظنها تفل
ولا اظن يحصد ال يشتل ولا ينفع دمع يهمل
تصد مرة واعاتبها وتراضينى وترد تجفل
ولا غلطة ال بدت منى ولا كلمة ال جلت عنها ولا عنى
واهيم وما اجول ارجع تيجى يمى وتشابسنى
وانام وبلشى ساعة اهجع تجى بطيفى وتفززنى
واشوف بلشمة جروحى تظل تدى وحنين تصب
واجول هاى هم قسمة صغيرةوما تعرف تحب
رحلتى للخليج العربى
لا مهنتى ولا فنى نظم القوافى وصبها
لا اطرب ولا اغنى والخمره ما اشربها
جلبى بهواها شغلنى مشغولة روحى بحبها
الهن ملت بس ميلة انسى القهر خلينى
هزنى الهوا بكل حيله لن شاعر مسوينى
لا اطرب ولا اغنى والخمره ما اشربها
جلبى بهواها شغلنى مشغولة روحى بحبها
الهن ملت بس ميلة انسى القهر خلينى
هزنى الهوا بكل حيله لن شاعر مسوينى
بين الحياة والموت
ايها الموت تقدم . . وتأخر . . وتكلم
لا تقل لى كيف كنا . . . انا اعلم
لا تقل لى كيف نمسى . . . لست تعلم
غاية الامر اظانين . . . وبعض الظن يأثم
نظلم الموت ان قلنا ظلوما ليس يرحم
نحن لا بالموت اعطينا . . . ولا بالموت نحرم
لا تقل لى كيف كنا . . . انا اعلم
لا تقل لى كيف نمسى . . . لست تعلم
غاية الامر اظانين . . . وبعض الظن يأثم
نظلم الموت ان قلنا ظلوما ليس يرحم
نحن لا بالموت اعطينا . . . ولا بالموت نحرم
انها الحياة
اذا شيعونى يوم تقضى منيتى . . وقالوا اراح الله ذاك المعذبا
فلا تحملونى صامتين الى الثرى . . فانى اخاف اللحد ان يتهيبا
وغنوا فأن الموت كأس هنية . . ولا زال يحلو ان يغنى ويطربا
فلا تحملونى صامتين الى الثرى . . فانى اخاف اللحد ان يتهيبا
وغنوا فأن الموت كأس هنية . . ولا زال يحلو ان يغنى ويطربا
الهجر
اهجرا ما نحن فيه تراميا . . . ام بعدا دعى للفراق اياديا
انا ان رسمت الهجر لاح لى . . . طيف لرسمك بالغرام مناديا
وإن انا رسمت البعد مجافيا . . . ابت المشاعر الا سيوف مواضيا
اهجرا وبعدا والحياة تضمنا . . . بعضا لبعض والضلوع حوانيا
قول اخير فى حبى لك . . . ما دمت لست القلب الحانيا
هاقد جنيت على الافراح فى نفسى . . . فلتسعد الان بانك جانيا
انا ان رسمت الهجر لاح لى . . . طيف لرسمك بالغرام مناديا
وإن انا رسمت البعد مجافيا . . . ابت المشاعر الا سيوف مواضيا
اهجرا وبعدا والحياة تضمنا . . . بعضا لبعض والضلوع حوانيا
قول اخير فى حبى لك . . . ما دمت لست القلب الحانيا
هاقد جنيت على الافراح فى نفسى . . . فلتسعد الان بانك جانيا
هل هو الحب
تحدتنى بذات لقاء ان غرامها الاكبر
وان عطائها فيض من الازهار والعنبر
وان حنانها نبع من الاحساس لايفتر
سلوها ان تكن تعنى من الاعشق ؟ ام الاشعر
وان عطائها فيض من الازهار والعنبر
وان حنانها نبع من الاحساس لايفتر
سلوها ان تكن تعنى من الاعشق ؟ ام الاشعر
الحب الذى كان
شفيت من المحبة فاستريحى وبوحى . . ما بدا لك ان تبوحى
فمن رقصت على انقاض قلب ومن سكرت على الامل الجريح
فليس لها بقلب القلب مأوى اذ انحدرت لاعماق السفوح
فانت نقضت ميثاقا تغنت به الايام فى الزمن المليح
وانت عزفت عن امل تسامى ودرت مع المحرم والقبيح
معاذ الحب ان ينهار صرح تألق ضوؤه بين الصروح
وان يرتاع فوق يدى سراجى وان يرتد منكسرا طموحى
معاذ الحب يادنياى انى سئمت محبتى لك فاستريحى
فمن رقصت على انقاض قلب ومن سكرت على الامل الجريح
فليس لها بقلب القلب مأوى اذ انحدرت لاعماق السفوح
فانت نقضت ميثاقا تغنت به الايام فى الزمن المليح
وانت عزفت عن امل تسامى ودرت مع المحرم والقبيح
معاذ الحب ان ينهار صرح تألق ضوؤه بين الصروح
وان يرتاع فوق يدى سراجى وان يرتد منكسرا طموحى
معاذ الحب يادنياى انى سئمت محبتى لك فاستريحى
الى اللقاء
وإلى اللقاء وودعت محبوبتى فإلى اللقاء
لولا التعلل باللقاء لمت من فقد العزاء
محبوبتى لا تحزنى انى على عهد الوفاء
مادمت قلب نابض انت الحبيبة فى النساء
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لولا التعلل باللقاء لمت من فقد العزاء
محبوبتى لا تحزنى انى على عهد الوفاء
مادمت قلب نابض انت الحبيبة فى النساء
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كلمات
تطالبهم بما خطت اناملها من الاشعار
لتتركنى غريب القلب مشتاق غريب الدار
بلا ذكرى اعيش بها لعل الحب فى التذكار
وتطلب ان اعيش العمر زمار بلا مزمار
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تطالبهم بما خطت يداها بقلبى او عمرى
فهل اوصت بأن يجتثوا ذكرى الحب من صدرى
وان هانت عليها حياتى او القتها لا ادرى
بدونها استطيع العيش وان احيا فذا قدرى
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تطالبهم باوراق وقد اسمتها محض كلام
فها نسيت بأن العشرة لا ينساها الا لئام
فبينى وبين اوراقى غرام العمر والايام
فهل انساها فى يوم او يومين او فى عام
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تطالبهم بما خطت اناملها لتبقينى
اسير فى بحار الحب بلا شطآن تأوينى
غريق فى وريقات بلا معنى فيشجينى
خذيها وارحلى عنى . . ولا تشقى وتشقينى
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