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"