tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322018972009-10-14T05:12:58.227+02:00Honest, Scrambled, Disorganized thoughts... Here's a place where you could get lost for a while- MY HEAD!Jannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03581285779789520177noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32201897.post-41152902200722849182007-07-23T03:53:00.001+03:002007-07-23T22:13:09.195+03:00

Although I already know him very well, yet I insisted on meeting him 3 whole times before giving him my YES. This is no "YES I'll have a drink", not an "OKAY you can take this" nor is it a "AHA whatever prolly next time!" LOL!it's more of a "YES I agree to being your life long partner",a "YES to love you no matter what", "YES to forgive you, to support you, to respect your presence & ur absence..

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That's where I've been going for the last 5 years. Round and Round.... round and round... It's like after each term you could ask me: So where are you going? I'd say: Back to where I started! Back & Forth... back & forth with the only thing actually changing is me getting older! Which was the best part of it all... the fact that less & less years were left for me to graduate was a very far but

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Just 8 days after my post " Here she goes again" he proposed!I was in the lab, it was a final practical exam, and being there 6 hours early to study, I was a complete wreck! As usual, when I'm tired I get dizzy, so I wanted to get this exam over with, and LEAVE!After I was done with the exam (from 1 to 3 p.m), my friend M. and I were walking lazily in the hall looking for the water stand... we

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It was difficult perhaps, to be immensely strong and immensely tender at the same time. Gentleness implied a weak spot somewhere, like that spot of decay that makes an apple soft.from the novel "Green Dolphin Street" by Elizabeth Goudge

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WOW it's been a while since I've last blogged! OK... salam alaikum first :)Hope everything is going on fine with all of you...I'm starting my final FINALS in 20 days, this is the last term ever inshAllah, after that, we're all on our own. I'm filled with excitement @ the thought of graduation. It's like telling a prisoner "Man, your jailtime is over, you're FREE!". Like a prisoner, I'm a lil bit

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There's something weird about this blog. No seriously! Whenever I write something here, an issue that's on my mind, or something that's bothering me, after a few days it gets solved. It's like that someone somewhere who reads, connects and prays for me, makes a difference. A real difference, subhan Allah! I've sensed it, more than once, that when I write here, things get better afterwards

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My Sister's engagement...ya Allah... what am I to do? Things have been happening lately at home with her & K, her fiance. We've been getting ready for the engagement day, choosing our dresses, shopping and all that... but then we started to discover that the guy isn't that good. Now? Subhan Allah, YES now! His family, his sister who was our very close friend no longer calls or talks to us! Let

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Tagged by Greyscale Five things you DON'T know about me:Here they are :)1- I wear a long hijab. Some are colored & designed, some aren't, depending on how they match the outfit. I started wearing them like over a year ago... and I've loved them ever since elhamdullelah!! 2- I have a dimple on just one cheek. Haha.3- I'm Half Palestinian. Never been there. Nor can I speak their accent, yet every

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I dream to see the poverty in my country diminish every day. To see young men able to get married & not get left out due to their financial status.I dream to see policemen in my country treat us like humans... citizens. Treat me like their sister, & men like their brothers.I dream to see the young educated rich guys who do drugs every night on the side of my street quit wasting time & start

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As for me... I just eat macaroni & meat sauce + salad! No Dhany, Kersha, Moza or Kaware3 for moi!! hehe... I'll just enjoy watching the rest of the family eat the Lovely Fatta & declare how yummy it tastes and how it's about time for me to start eating it & all that. Haha okay probably next year :) :)Happy Eid everyone... may this Eid be a start of happiness to all muslims around the world. May

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Here I am, my head crammed with thoughts, not letting me write a direct single topic! I wonder what do mentally organized people feel when reading my randomly expressed feelings?! I shan't wonder lol. I'll just write 'em down, feel better,(or worse haha I still don't know what'll get down here) then move on, find peace and live happily ever after :D (advice: if you fear disorientation, try

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Sometimes a brief acquaintance could leave a much deeper print than a real friendship would.It's that they were friends once & now strangers, that they can't move on.I would've been different if only I knew. I never knew. Maybe I'll never know.Difficult it is, to smile firmly when your heart is trembling.Looking away when all you desire is to look back is a struggle, a battle that only few can

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Randomly, here are a few unintended situations that I have passed through during the past 2 weeks or less.**My downstairs neighbor was making a hell of a noise, me, already with my head pounding from a headache, couldn't study from the noise he was making ( He was bringing down a room with all the noisy metal devices people use to break walls with). So I automatically opened my window to take a

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Salam alaikom everyone!It has been a while, over a month now. I hope I didn't worry any of you, every thing is fine. My dsl modem got broke so we took a little break till we bought the new one. Thanks my dear bloggy friends for asking about me when I was gone, I only saw your emails yesterday :) so forgive me for answering late.Right now I'm so eager to catch up everything I missed on your blogs!

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Have been away for a while now. Lots of things have been happening here during the past few weeks. "Here" as in both at home and in Cairo.Quite mixed up , which will I start expressing my thoughts about? Do not want to write sad thoughts coz reading my own words affects me more than anything else. Yet how can I help it? Do I imagine a different turn of events? Or do I pretend that I didn't see or

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They're poor, yet richer than all of us. It was a thrilling experience. No movie has ever affected me as this one. I could have lived a 100 years without seeing this. No one I know has ever gone, by their own will, there. Only it wasn't a movie this time. More REAL than anything else I've ever seen. SO real that I'm still having difficulty moving on. More than a week ago, I was taken by

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Better late than never! Tagged by Twosret and Nesrina, here it is... Thank you gurls for your interesting tag.1- Purple. Anything purple quickly becomes my favourite.2- Helping poor people (In my country, they are everywhere.) and getting physically/emotionally exhausted for them, even if they don't even thank me.3- Ma2louba and Tabboula4- Blogging. Reading other blogs and interacting with them

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Sometimes I wonder how could my love for every one fit inside a young heart as mine? and still keep on growing?

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Amongst every 2 friends there is always one who loves the other more. One who would want the other happier more. One who would think of the other more. One who would pray for the other more. Inside your relationship you don't notice which one of those 2 is you. You go out , have fun and study together. You're so busy with other friends, events and plans. But that friend is the dearest to your

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Thirst in RamadanStill a few hours till the clock would tick 6 pm, the time where all muslims in Egypt will drink their first sip of water since 4 a.m. almost 14 hours of hard work, schools, driving, cooking, studying... whatever stuff they had to do during such a hot sunny summer day- today. If you asked any one around here right now: what do you wish for? They'd immediately answer: a sip of

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3 days ago I was in the Eye surgery Clinic to sign up for the Lasik Eye Surgery. Since childhood I've been forced to drag myself along with eye glasses. Every year I'd buy a new one, until over the years I got used to it on my face. When I was 10 I wanted so much to wear lenses, but due to health risks, I got a big no no for my most wanted request.I turned 16, got into college and it was finally

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O' Lord, My God, Who has created my heart, my mind and all that's mineWho has answered all my prayers before... I ask you, and only you for my deepest wishes and desires.I am afraid of love, of giving my heart and soulI'm afraid of the pain, the need, the always wanting more!I'm afraid of hurt, of tears, of a dream not being fulfilled.I'm afraid of my fantasy getting crashed by reality.I'm afraid

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Scene 1:A young couple, both under 25, with a cute baby in the mother's arms. After 5 quiet minutes, baby screams and mommy blushes, makes a move to stand up and take baby outside but Daddy pulls her back gently, -smiles to her-, takes baby from her and goes to the building hallway to quiet down baby.After 15 minutes of success, baby screams again. Daddy, looks at Mommy to assure her that it's

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If you think you are beaten, you areIf you think you dare not, you don'tIf you'd like to win, but you think you can'tIt's almost certain you won'tIf you think you'll lose, you've lostFor out of the world we findSuccess begins with a fellow's will-It's all in the state of mind.If you think you're outclassed, you are.You've got to think high to rise.You've got to be sure of yourself before-You can

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لستُ ليلى- لإنى مش مجبرة إنى أتزين بمكياج لشوية عمال و سواقين أو حتى دكاترة و مهندسين فى الشارع, لا يمسول لى أى صلة لكنى انسانه- بتزين فى بيتى لنفسى عشان بحب الجمال.لستُ ليلى- لإنى لما جيت أختار كليتى و سئلت أهلى ما قالوا ليش, مش فارقه! البنت مالهاش غير بيت جوزها!إنما أنا إنسانه و أهلى قالوا لى: خشى الكلية اللى تعرفى تفيدى بيها بلدك و الفقراء اللى فيهالستُ ليلى- لإن لو واحد حط إيده على

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