Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Once upon a time i used to be a poet, i used to feel the pain and turn it to a poem, i used to unresist the sound of inspiration, but now look at me, sitting infront of a screen, burrying every thought which touches my soul!

Friday, November 30, 2012


so, this is my letter to juliet when i visited juliet’s house in verona

Wednesday, November 28, 2012


مشاعرك جناح فراشه
اخشى عليها من لمسة اصبعى
و قلبك خلق عجيب
اعجب ما فيه انه معى 

Sunday, June 10, 2012

On love and Revolution عن الحب و الثوره



قررت يكون اسم الروايه: عن الحب و الثوره




After the Egyptian revolution, and because my novel events happen in Egypt, i decided to change so many things in it, and i will name it On Love and revolution

Wednesday, June 6, 2012




نصف حياة

(من أجمل ما كتب جبران )

لا تجالس أنصاف العشاق، ولا تصادق أنصاف الأصدقاءلا تقرأ لأنصاف الموهوبين، لا تعش نصف حياة، ولا تمت نصف
لا تختر نصف حل، ولا تقف في منتصف الحقيقة، لا تحلم نصف حلم، ولا تتعلق بنصف
أمل،
إذا صمتّ.. فاصمت حتى النهاية،وإذا تكلمت.. فتكلّم حتى النهاية، لا تصمت كي تتكلم، ولا تتكلم كي تصمت.
إذا رضيت فعبّر عن رضاك، لا تصطنع نصف رضا، وإذا رفضت.. فعبّر عن رفضك،لأن نصف الرفض قبول.. النصف هو حياة لم تعشها،
وهو كلمة لم تقلها،
وهو ابتسامة أجّلتها، وهو حب لم تصل إليه، وهو صداقة لم تعرفها.. النصف هو مايجعلك غريباً عن أقرب الناس إليك،
وهو ما يجعل أقرب الناس إليك غرباء عنك،النصف هو أن تصل وأن لاتصل،
أن تعمل وأن لا تعمل،أن تغيب وأن تحضر.. النصف هو أنت،
عندما لا تكون أنت.. لأنك لم تعرف من أنت.
النصف هو أن لا تعرف من أنت .. ومن تحب ليس نصفك الآخر... هو أنت في مكان اخر في الوقت نفسه


نصف شربة لن تروي ظمأك، ونصف وجبة لن تشبع جوعك،نصف طريق لن يوصلك إلى أي مكان،
ونصف فكرة لن تعطي لك نتيجة..النصف هو لحظة عجزك وأنت لست بعاجز.. لأنك لست نصف إنسان.
أنت إنسانوجدت كي تعيش الحياة، وليس كي تعيش نصف حياة ليست حقيقة الإنسان بما يظهره لك ...
بل بما لا يستطيع أن يظهره لذلك ... إذا أردت أن تعرفه فلا تصغي إلى ما يقوله .... بل إلى ما لا يقوله




" جبران خليل جبران "
__________________

Monday, June 4, 2012

انا جت تانى

اهلا يا انا، وحشتينى اوى، جايه هنا ليه؟ وحشتك زى ما وحشتينى؟! و الله كويس انك لسه فاكره عنوانى! تعرفى ... انا كنت ناويه اعزل! بس ما دام جيتى! حفرشلك الارض ورد! بقولك ايه! اعملى معروف ما تسبينيش تانى! انا بتفائل لما بلمح طيفك! خليكى و النبى! ما تمشيش!

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Never explain yourself to anyone

Never explain yourself to anyone, because the one who likes you would not need it and the one who dislikes you wouldn’t believe it.

Imam Ali (R.A)

Monday, December 19, 2011













وليكن ما يكون

Monday, December 12, 2011



حلاقيكى او حصنعك
يا نفسى ما اصعبك
حلاقيكى او اصنعك
يا نفسى ما اروعك
حلاقيكى او اصنعك
يا نفسى ما ابدعك


مى دعادر


أحب الشعر

و احب اشرب

فى كبايه شفافه

شاى مصرى

يكون كشرى وبالنعناع

اسجل فكره

فى دفتر اوراقه مصفره

و ارشف رشفه

بصوت عالى

....وباستمتاع

Monday, November 28, 2011

Egypt's election 2011




























يا بلادى يا احلى البلاد
النهارده مصر بتتغير
للأحلى طبعا
الحمد لله

Today Egypt is changing!!!!

To the best inshaAllah,

Thank you Allah!

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

I'm not ok







I am not o.k !





I hate what is happening in my home country Egypt!





Can't believe how did things reached what it reached !





I just feel depressed and sad, i hate facebook and all the comments of people and all their posts!





everyone stopped thinking they are just reposting things over and over again and that's all!





I really hate facebook now!!!!!










i hope that tomorrow will be better!





really need any posotive vibes, can anybody help!





Saturday, November 19, 2011

bye bye Sweet November and hallo Me !

Hey sweet November you're about to end but i'm about to start reblogging, missed writing loaaaaaaaads ;)

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The Apology


The days which passed away...
with hundreds of thoughts...
with hundreds of inspirations...
in which i did not record..
and i carelessly ignored ...

To you i Apologise!!!

Friday, October 8, 2010

yesterday today tomorrow


yesterday, today and tomorrow
my happiness, my sadness
my joy and my sorrow

my destiny that i can not lend
to an enemy or a friend
and that for sure i can not borrow


A Gift given from God...
my own masterpiece...
my life...

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Back again

I will be back to blogging inshaAllah

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

لبنان الجميل

فكرنى صوت فيروز ببيروت ، مكنتش فاكرة انى ممكن اروح لبنان و اشوف سويسرا الشرق رغم ظروفها الغير مستقرة و كمان كنت حامل فى الشهر الخامس و كماااااااان فضلنا هناك شهر بحاله، و عشان الحياه مليانه مفاجئات قابلت صاحبتى إيللى ما بشفهاش فى مصر هناك فى بيروت.... لو كنت عارفه إنى حكتب عن رحلة بيروت كنت جبت الصور على فلاشاية من على الكمبيوتر بتاعى ايللى فى المانيا.... من احلى الأوقات ايللى قضيتها كانت فى بيروت، رغم انها كانت رحلة شغل لزوجى و كنت قاعده فى الأوتيل معظم النهار طبعا على غير عادتى انى منزلش و افضل فى الأوتيل لحد بعد نص النهار بشويه لكن عشان الدنيا كانت حر جدااااااااااااااااااااااااا و مكنتش اقدر استحمل الحر و انا حامل، لكن اول ما زوجى كان بيخلص شغله ايللى كان فى وسط البلد كنت بنزل و اروح اقابله هناك فى وسط البلد، اركب تاكسى و اتفرج على شوارع بيروت الجميله، و يا سلام بأة لما يعرف السواق انى مصرية! يفضل يتكلم السواق عن مصر و يسألنى انا منين من مصر و يسألنى إن كانت لبنان عجبتنى و لا لأ و لو قلت آة طبعا لبنان بلد جميله يرد و يقول ان لبنان مش مؤنث يعنى لازم اقول : لبنان بلد جميل مش جميله :) الحقيقه الناس هناك بيحبوا الحياه فعلا و طبعا السيدات و البنات فعلا بيتفننوا انهم يجملوا نفسهم و مدلعين نفسهم على الآخر، على فكرة بيروت فيها شبه كبير من إسكندريه انا قصدى المنطقه بتاعت الكرنيش لكن الجبال هناك روعه و رغم انى شفت جبال قبل كده لكن فى بيروت كان ليها طعم و احساس تانى مش حنسى طبعا لما ركبت التلفريك من اعلى الجبل لحد تحت خالص و الخوف ايللى كنت خايفاه رغم المناظر الجميله و طبعا زوجى استغل الموقف اسوأ استغلال و فضل يخوف فيّا و يضحك عليّا و عقدنى فى التليفريكات اساسا لدرجة اننا لما رحنا سويسرا بعد ما ولدت ما كنتش عايزة فى الأول انى اركب التلفريك بسببه! بس ركبته فى الآخر طبعا! المهم من الحاجات ايللى بفتكرها فى رحلة بيروت و اضحك لما مرة كنت نازله من الأوتيل و فجأه لقيت دبابه ماشيه فى الشارع طبعا اترعبت و قلت يا نهار اسود الحرب قامت !!!! كلمت زوجى بسرعه لكن ما ردش عليّا فاضطريت انى اركب برده التاكسى و اروح وسط البلد و طبعا فى سرى فضلت اقول فى سرى ايه ايللى انا عاملته فى نفسى ده انا ايه ايللى جابنى البلد ديه مانا كنت قاعده فى بيتى وقلت احنا خلاص مش راجعين تانى و مش حفرح بالبيبى و اربيه و فضلت متوتره لحد ما وسلط و قابت زوجى و قلتله ما صدقنيش و قاللى عادى عادى ماتخفيش! المهم وسط البلد ديه بأه حكايه تانيه.... تلاقى الكافيهات فى شارع كبير عند ميدان اسمه ميدان الساعه الشارع طويل و مقفول مش بتدخله العربيات و طبعا تشم ريحة الشيشه فى كل مكان و للأسفو كانت هى ديه اكتر حاجه دايقتنى فى لبنان بصراحه ! نرجع تانى لموضوع الدبابه ... مره كنا ماشيين على الكرنيش و كالعاده انا متحمسه و هاريه نفسى تصوير بالكاميرا و عدينا الشارع و طلب زوجى اصوره جنب تمثال جمال عبدالناصر فجأه لقينا عدد من الدبابات ماشى فى الشارع الرئيسى قدام عنينا و مافيش بيننا و بينهم متر، طبعا انا قلت بسسسس يبقى خلاص واضح ان فيه حالة طوارىء فى البلد و اننا فعلا الله يرحمنا و مش حعيش و اربى البيبى لكن قلت بما ان الكاميرا معايا كده كده يبقى لازم اصور الدبابات و فجأه و انا بصور لقيت العساكر ايللى فى الدبابه عمالين يعملولنا باى باى و يضحكولنا عشان بصورهم كانت حاجه آخر كوميديا و عرفت بعد كده ان ديه حاجه عاديه ان الجيش يتمشى بالدبابات فى الشارع ! يا خسارة فعلا كان نفسى انزل الصورة ديه على الموضوع ده بس مش مشكله ملحوقه لما ارجع ان شاء الله المانيا حنزلها... و دلوقتى حسيبكم مع صوت فيروز الجميل و استنونى عشان اكمل كلام عن زيارتى للبنان الجميله.... قصدى لبنان الجميل :))))) استنونى قريبا

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

مصر الحبيبه ما زلتى جميله

لا اشبه نفسى من قريب او من بعيد بأحد من الكتاب الكبار فأنا مجرد انسانه تعبر عن نفسها و عن مشاعرها عن طريق الكتابة احيانا و لكن عندما شاهدت حوارا للكاتب سعيد الكفراوى على المصرية الفضائية و هو يحكى عن تجربته عندما سافر الى الخارج تحديدا المملكه السعوديه لم يتمكن من كتابة اى شىء طوال فترة بقائه هناك رغم طول المده و ذكر شيئا لمسته بنفسى و هو انه لم يشعر بأى الهام او لم يستطيع ان يبدع فى الغربه بعيدا عن هذا البلد مصر
و لم يخص نفسه فقط بل جمع و قال انا او اى احد فى الغربة فتذكرت نفسى قبل ان اسافر الى المانيا و كيف كنت اشعر اننى اريد ان اكتب الكثير و انه كانت تهبط على رأسى الكثير و الكثير من الآلهامات و الأفكار و انا فى مصر و فى كل مرة اذهب فى اجازه الى مصر كما انا الان تهبط على الأفكار و الهم بشكل غريب و اشعر اننى اريد ان اكتب مئات الأشعار و الخواطر

مصر الحبيبة ما زلتى جميلة كما كنت و ستظلين دائما مهما حاولت ان ابعد عنك او ان اهرب منك

Monday, November 16, 2009

to my blog reader




Dear my blog reader,

you don't know how much browsing my blog means to me.
it makes me happy like a small child
Thank you @}--;----

Sunday, November 15, 2009

hope ..... can we live without it?! hopefully not!!!

hopefully i hope that hope will stay in hope for the hope of a better hope that hopes for a hope which leads to a greater hope.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

My novel


Although i wrote nothing today in my novel but i feel that i am filled with poetry, totally inspired.

why didn't i write anything today, The idea of having a dead line to complete the 50,000 words by the end of november scares me, i had never been good in dead lines, sometimes it gives me the feeling of blocking, but to say the truth it helped me to start writing again and encouraged me to reach these number of words.

I enjoyed writing it so much, i fell in love with the characters, as if they are alive, flesh and blood.
They are everyday shaping and growing, their feelings, their sadness, their happiness, their self discovery, just like me, i feel that i discover myself with them while writing.

Those are the main characters of my novel, they are:

1- Mohra
2- Zahra
3- Ali
4- Yousef

the other characters:

5- Laila
6- Mahmoud
7- Ibrahim

The events of the novel are between Egypt and Germany.
I don't want to talk yet about the events, but it's a story of love, hope, fear, courage, truthfulness and faith.

From all my heart i wish to finish it till the end even after November.
And who knows, maybe it will be a published novel one day. ( amen )

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

My dream


Wherever you are
i will follow you
no more fear, no more escaping,
i'll keep watching you
while you're shaping

and when i hold you
with my both hands
i will never let you go
wherever you are
i will follow you

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Hot chocolate cup for inspiration


The utmost happiness is my real sadness
The real sadness is my utmost happiness
the pain is my only numbness
the stillness is my only energy
my creativity source is dumbness
the craziness is my real sanity
how could all these things be
if they really aren't???
- Mai what is this ?!!!!
-This is a poem.
-you must be out of your mind!
- Noooooo ! i just had a great cup of hot chocolate!!!

Monday, October 26, 2009

Frankfurt book fair 2009 ( a dream came true )

At last my dream came true! finally i attended the Frankfurt book fair 2009 which was opened for the public on the 17th and 18th of October., and China was the guest of Honour for this year.


It was huuuuuuuuuge and amazing in the same time.
What was so wonderful that i met personaly the international publishers´s sales guys which i was dealing with when i used to work in Cairo as a sales coordinator in a publishing agency.
And i met my old colleagues in addition my Boss called me right after sending him an sms wishing to see him in the fair, he was so nice and he had the intention to meet me and my husband.


When i saw the partitions of all the publishers that i used to deal with i got crazy! my husband kept laughing about me!

Random House
Scholastic
Harper collins
McGraw-Hill
Nelson Thornes
Cambridge University press
Penguin Group
Faber & Faber

I met authors who signed their books for me, each time i visited a publisher they gave me books for free! the most important book was a book for the writer who won the Literature Nobel Prize 2009 Herta Müller, she´s a german but from Romanian origion, so i was so excited cause i was born in Romania and i live in Germany now and i really wished to see her and have her signature but she attended the fair in the first couple of days before i travel to Frankfurt.

I left the fair with lots of books like:

Nadirs ( Herta Müller )
The Children of Dust ( Ali Eteraz )
Writing Down the Bones ( Natalie Goldberg)
Think Before it´s too late (Edward De Bono)
The Wilding(Maria McCann)
Parrot & Oliver in America (Peter Carey)
The Woman who shot Mussolini ( Frances Stonor Saunders)
The Golden Apple ( EdgarJ.Ridley)
Egypt after Mubarak ( Bruce K. Rutherford )

I also bought the first baby book for my baby and i got the other as a present from my friend in the publisher Scholastic, Thank you Michelle :)))))

ahhhh all this happened in Frankfurt!!!! but to say the truth i didn´t like Frankfurt the city at all, i found Munich much much much more beautiful, thank god that i live in Munich.
But the hotel was so nice and the people working there were even nicer, they all played with my baby specialy at breakfast time!

Well, still there are a lot to tell about the Frankfurt book fair but i´m sure that all those who attended the fair have more different stories which i would like to know.



i will download more pictures soon...

Saturday, October 24, 2009

NaNoWriMo


Oh my god!!! i will do it !!!

InshaAllah i will be a Nanowrimo participant.

and it stands for National Novel Writing Month.

In November for 30 days i should write everyday and finish at least a 50,000 words novel.

will i beat all these ideas and characters fighting in my head and finally put them on paper?!!!!

Ahhhhh i wish i will!!!!!!!!!!

My husband will help me i know, but i should let my baby sleep one hour earlier.

Please come November, i wanna be busy writing !

( phewwwwwwwww)

Thursday, October 1, 2009

The story of the unclean glass


جاء المساء فنام الجميع إلا احلام الحالمين
أحلاما قد أبت ان تنعس او ترقد مثل الراقدين

The glass was crystal clear and clean, why did the man doubt in its clarity?!!!!!!!
he kept pointing to the clean glass and touching it by his hands saying: it's unclean, it's unclear....
he kept doing this many times, touching it by his hands saying it's unclean, it's unclear...

until the glass became really unclear and unclean by the cause of his hands!

but the rain fell on the glass again, and made it even brighter and shiner than it was !

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Today´s learned wisdom


If people were to listen to others´ advices, no one would have done a single mistake and no one would have ever learned by himself.... so nobody would have ever found someone to advise him !


- Mai Daader -
( 19-8-09 )

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

My Life Between Cairo & Munich

Cairo Map:Munich Map:

What to say and from where to start? it´s a tale of two cities; Cairo and Munich.
Cairo, the city where i spent my childhood, my teenagehood and my youthhood, with all what these stages hold of memories.

Munich, the place where i started a completely new stage of life, marriage and motherhood and although it started since 2 years, ifeel that it´s a whole lifetime.

Cairo and Munich, the most lovable cities to my heart.

To be continued......

Thursday, June 26, 2008

يا على الدين


كانت تقول لى امى منذ طفولتى ومازالت تقول : يا على الدين كن كالشمعه التى تضئ فى وسط الظلام ولا تخشى ان تحرق بنارها كل شر و جهل و هوى نفس مضل

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Islamic Mosaic


I created This beautiful Mosaic picture by myself, please click on the picture to see it in a bigger size, you will find me also in three pictures, down you will find labels of each picture if you clicked on it you will see the original artist who captured the pictures on flickr.
I want to explain more about this Mosaic but i will do this as soon as possible.
So till then this post is:
To Be Continued .....
The Labels of Pictures:
17. Meral,
18. DSC06144,
33. quraan,
34. prayers,

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Abd Al Malik - L'alchimiste

And here again another post from my previous deleted blog posted on the 26th of March 2008:



This is not a love song as many people would assume or think, L'alchimiste is a song from his latest CD. It's about his Sufi spiritual guide. Abd Al Malik presents a tolerant and mystical vision of Islam.
What really took my attention, is how touching the song is, the way he sings it and the music, also i dooooooooooooooo envy him that he had the chance to communicate directly with people in the street to express himself and it seems that also he took the hearts of the people.
The main aim from posting this article is that i want to refer to the importance of art and how these simple words of Malik could touch the hearts of million people whether they agree with him or not or whether they clearly understand him or not.

Below is the song lyrics in french and English:

Je n'étais rien, ou bien quelqu echose qui s'en rapproche,
J'étais vain et c'est bien c'que contenait mes poches.
J'avais la haine , un mélange de peur, d'ignorance et de gêne.
Je pleuvais de peine, de l'inconsistance de ne pas être moi-même.
J'étais mort et tu m'as rammené à la vie:
Je disais "j'ai, ou je n'ai pas";
tu m'a appris à dire "je suis".
Tu m'as dit: "le noir, l' arabe, le blanc ou le juif sont à l' homme ce que lesfleurs sont à l'eau"


Oh, toi que j' aime et toi, que j'aime.
J'ai traversé tant d'avenues, tellement attendu ta venue
Qu'à ta vue, je ne savais plus si c'était toi, si c'était moi
Si c'était toi, Eh, toi que j'aime je crée ton nom
Dans le désert des villes que j'traversais car
Sûr de ton existence, je savais que tu m'entendrais
Et, toi, que j'aime, Oh, toi... que j'aime


Je n'étais rien, ou bien quelquechose qui s'en rapproche,
J'étais vain et c'est bien c'que contenait mes poches.
J'avais la haine, un mélange de peur, d'ignorance et de gêne.
Je pleuvais de peine, de l'inconsistance de ne pas être moi-même.
J'étais mort et tu m'as rammené à la vie:
Je disais "j'ai, ou je n'ai pas"; tu m'a appris à dire "je suis".
Tu m'as dit: "le noir, l'arabe, le blanc ou le juif sont à l'homme ce que les
fleurs sont à l'eau"

Oh, toi que j'aime et toi, que j'aime.
Ni la rue, ni les drames, ne m'ont voilé à ta vue
Même au plus bas , même quand j'disais que tout était foutu!
Je t'aimais comme si je te voyait,Car si je ne te voyait
pas, je savais que j'étais vu par toi.
Et, toi que j'aime. Tu es un lion et ton coeur est un soleil
L'ultime secours de ceux perdus dans leur sommeil.
Et, toi, que j'aime, Oh, toi... que j'aime

Je n'étais rien, ou bien quelque chose qui s'en rapproche,
J'étais vain et c'est bien c'que contenait mes poches.
J'avais la haine, un mélange de peur, d'ignorance et de gêne.
Je pleuvais de peine, de l'inconsistance de ne pas être moi-même.
Tu es, tu es l'alchimiste de mon coeur
Et, toi, que j'aime, Oh, toi... que j'aime,
Eh.... oh, toi que j'aime...

English Translation ( thanks to Cortom from Belguim ):

...I was nothing, or - well - something quite close to that
...I was empty, and - well - that is what was inside my pockets
...('vain' in French means 'empty' as well as 'vain', this wordplay is hard to translate)
...I felt (had) hatred, a mixture of fear, ignorance and shame
...I cried from pain, from [the inconsistancy of] not being myself
...(I think 'pleuvais' (='rained') is an error and should be replaced by 'pleurais' (='cried')
...I was dead, and you brought me back to life
...I said "I have, or I don't have"; you thought me to say "I am"
...You said to me: "black, arab, white or jew are to man what flowers are to water"
...Oh, you, whom I love and you, whom I love
...I walked so many streets, awaited your coming so much
...that, on seeing you, I didn't know anymore if it was you, if it was me
...Yes, it was you, heh, you whom I love, I create your name(??)
...In the desert of the cities that I passed through because
...Certain of your existence, I knew that you waited for me
...And you, whom I love, oh, you ... whom I love
....Oh, you whom I love and you, whom I love
...Neither the street, nor the dramas, have veiled me when I saw you (lit.: at your sight)
...Even at the darkest hour (lit.: at the lowest point),
even when I said that everything was lost
...I loved you as if I saw you
...For if I didn't see you, I knew that I was seen by you...And you, whom I love.
You are a lion and your hear is a sun
...The ultimate rescue of those lost in their sleep...And you, whom I love.
Oh you... whom I love

Monday, June 9, 2008

Why do i write?

I posted this poem on 2 November 2006 on my previous deleted blog, ever since i wrote it i knew very well that it needed rewriting and polishing but even though i posted it as it is, still don´t know if i will polish it or not, anway this is me every single word i write is so dear to my heart even if it is not perfect.





Am i a writer or i am
someone who answers the life exam
I need to think and answer right
So first i'll say why do i write

I write to record every thought
that sails inside me like a boat
Looking for a shore to rest and hide
so i do help her when i write

I write because i want to know
if i am real or i don't exist
to know if i am like the light
that penetrates the darkest mist

I also write to quell my pain
and kick the hatred out of my soul
writing for me is like the rain
which touches my heart and cleans it all

I write sometimes when i discover
that all realities are under cover
I hold my pen and write a line
to let it glow and let it shine

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Spanish mood !



I had always been facinated with the spanish people and culture, the spanish music, the flamenco dance and clothes, the tune of their language, how the spanish people look like, specially because they have got arabic and islamic roots which made their features so attractive in my point view.







I always dreamt of visiting spain and the very old mosques and the islamic architecture.


As a muslim i am intrested too to know how the spanish muslims look like, how do they practice islam, the way muslim girls there wear their hijab.


Granada... the most intresting city to me, for two reasons, Alhambra ofcourse and then the big granada mosque which opened in 2003, and being the firdt mosque to be build there since 500 years.

Ohhhhhhhhh, take me there and then let me die !!!!



Granada Mosque

The Mosque garden


The day of the openning


Spanish Girls in Hijab





Another beautiful face in hijab


Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Reading my poems in the American House in Munich

° This item was posted on my deleted blog on the 8th of March 2008:


video


The above Video was On the 6th of march 2008 in which (Munich Writers Group) organised an evening of Poetry and prose, and as i am a member of Munich Writers group, i had the chance to read my work.









Wow!!! I was so excited! the evening was in the American house in Munich, the audience was from different nationalities, and ofcourse my husband and I were the only arabs.






Alhamdulillah, when i finished reading the audience clapped , and i was very glad that after finishing my reading and during the break german and american people were keen to tell me that they liked my poems and that they were really touched by them specially the second poem ( My Advice ), they told me that they could understand my poem and this is something very important, i think maybe because i don´t use complicated words and expresions.
I am so glad also that i became a member in the Munich writers group and i had the chance to participate in this evening , many thanks to Munich Writers! They are all very nice people and good writers.

My deleted blog :(


I first started blogging on January 2006, Thanks to my friend sherine who informed me about Blogger as i knew about blogging but i didn´t know that i could find a free blogging site before sherine told me so thanks again to her.


Ever since i started my blog i never stopped blogging except when i faced this depressing thing called the "Writer´s block".


Anyway, my lovely blog was accidently deleted according to some fazlaka menny, i mean i was trying to change its look but it seemd that i screwed it up instead, but thank God i always used to save a coppy of it in a word file.


Last February was the last month i posted something on my deleted blog, every single thing i posted has got a special memory, this is why i decided to pick up some but not all of these posted items to repost it again in my new created blog which i chose the same name and link to it.


Hmmm... but which item shall i post first ? i think i will pick randomly.


Very soon inshaAllah.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008


Let the purity of our heart
lead us to the right road
Keep it clean and white
without sins and crimes


Monday, June 2, 2008

friendship and the broken glass



He warned his friend:




" Take care ! i´m like the glass, clear, pure, transparent, hard but fragile, but if anyone treated me wrongly or badly i could be broken, and my broken pieces could be sharper than the knife, it might hurt who did this to me without mercy "





His friend replied:




" Don´t worry! if i´m this someone, or even not ! i will collect your broken pieces no matter how sharp they are and i will stick them to each others with a special glue which is called " real love & friendship"


and the most important thing which i will do .... i will never treat you as a broken thing... my real friend"




Wednesday, May 28, 2008

who are you ?




Can you be a candle that shines in the middle of the dark?


Can you be a lamp that lights the darkest tunnels ?




No...




I can be a sun...


That lights the whole world.


My rays can penetrate the most grizzled clouds, the darkest fogs and the deepest seas.


And above all... my rays can penetrate the most dying, misserable and depressed souls ...




Who are you?




I am who i am, i will never change myself to be equal to someone else.

Friday, May 16, 2008


With ease or without..... take a breath and fly, or close your eyes and jump....
Simply float or swim in the deepst depth....
your memories and your past are your present and your future, NOW is yesterday and tomorrow is your past......
Feel the wind on your skin, open your mouth and touch the air with your tongue... it isn´t too late! Now you can open your eyes....
What you see now is what you saw when you were closing your eyes, only the colors became brighter and you can see the reflections of the sun rays on everything....
It´s your choice... and everybody´s else...
Now touch the ground with your feet... you will know that you were very high but the ground wasn´t too far.... you will know that the impossible is possible and the possible is impossible, it is you who should choose, it´s your own decision and everybody´s else....
Open your arms, Raise your head, look to the sky... And Now....
you will see your face on the sun !!!!