<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831</id><updated>2011-11-28T02:28:04.995+02:00</updated><title type='text'>just words by Heba</title><subtitle type='html'>simple words, but strong meaning, with diffrent thought, to reach to the idea, from life, maybe in every ones life but in a diffrent ways...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heba Doleh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-7797028967570434024</id><published>2009-06-24T14:35:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:03:16.935+03:00</updated><title type='text'>how come, how long,, the song</title><content type='html'>There was a girl I used to know&lt;br /&gt;She was oh so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But she's not here anymore&lt;br /&gt;She had a college degree&lt;br /&gt;Smart as anyone could be&lt;br /&gt;She had so much to live for&lt;br /&gt;But she fell in love .... With the wrong kinda man&lt;br /&gt;He abused her love and treated her so bad&lt;br /&gt;There was not enough education in her world&lt;br /&gt;That could save the life of this little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:     How come, how long,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;It's not right, it's so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Do we let it just go on&lt;br /&gt;Turn our backs and carry on&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, for it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Right now, we can't wait&lt;br /&gt;She won't have a second try&lt;br /&gt;Open up your hearts&lt;br /&gt;As well as your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to give a cry for help&lt;br /&gt;She even blamed things on herself&lt;br /&gt;But no one came to her aid&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was wrong as far as we could tell&lt;br /&gt;That's what we'd like to tell ourselves&lt;br /&gt;But no! it wasn't that way&lt;br /&gt;So she fell in love&lt;br /&gt;With the wrong kinda man&lt;br /&gt;And she paid with her life&lt;br /&gt;For loving that man&lt;br /&gt;we must look for the signs&lt;br /&gt;And maybe next time we might save somebody's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all like this song like how I did,, it touched a period of my life,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;Heba Doleh&lt;br /&gt;With Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-7797028967570434024?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/7797028967570434024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081009944620365831&amp;postID=7797028967570434024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/7797028967570434024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/7797028967570434024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-come-how-long-song.html' title='how come, how long,, the song'/><author><name>Heba Doleh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-6271784545143372815</id><published>2009-03-30T10:14:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:15:58.350+03:00</updated><title type='text'>قصاقيص حب</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;يراودني افضل شعور في العالم عندما تقول مرحبا او بمجرد رؤية ابتسامتك في وجهي لاني اعرف&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;بالرغم انها مجرد ثواني,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;انني قد لفتت تفكيرك&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;الحب الحقيقي يعني.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;فتاة وشاب في طريق  مهجورة على الدراجة النارية بسرعة تزيد عن 100 ميل بالساعة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;الفتاة: ابطئ السرعة,  نحن نسير بسرعة كبيرة,  انا خائفة!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ولا اريد ان يحدث شي&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.الشاب: هيا &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;لا تخافي.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; انا اعرف ماذا افعل.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;انت تشعرين بالسعادة صحيح.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;الفتاة: لا...ارجوك توقف.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;انا فعلاً خائفة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;الشاب: اذا اخبريني انك تحبيني.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;الفتاة: انا أحبك! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; ارجوك ابطى سرعتك الان&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.الشاب: عانقيني.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;*الفتاة تعانق الشاب*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;الشاب: هل تساعديني؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;وتأخذي خوذتي من رأسي وتضعيها على رأسك؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;انها تزعجني&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.في صحيفة اليوم الثاني: دراجة نارية تحطمت في مبنى لتعطل الفرامل.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; العثور على شخصين,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; لكن لم يبقى على قيد الحياة الا شخص&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.الحقيقة هي: انه في منتصف الطريق لاحظ الشاب انه الفرامل معطلة,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;لكن لم يريد ان تعلم الفتاة بهذا. بدلاً من ذلك, جعلها تعترف بحبها له &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ومعانقته لمرة اخيرة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ثم البسها خوذته كي تعيش,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; بالرغم من ان هذا يعني ان يموت&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;Heba Doleh&lt;br /&gt;With Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-6271784545143372815?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/6271784545143372815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081009944620365831&amp;postID=6271784545143372815' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/6271784545143372815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/6271784545143372815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='قصاقيص حب'/><author><name>Heba Doleh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-1665020422767013721</id><published>2008-11-05T16:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:31:39.835+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen Rania of Jordan: a beautiful paradox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/meast/07/11/queen.rania/index.html"&gt;http://edition.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/meast/07/11/queen.rania/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;Heba Doleh&lt;br /&gt;With Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-1665020422767013721?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://edition.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/meast/07/11/queen.rania/index.html' title='Queen Rania of Jordan: a beautiful paradox'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/1665020422767013721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081009944620365831&amp;postID=1665020422767013721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/1665020422767013721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/1665020422767013721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/2008/11/queen-rania-of-jordan-beautiful-paradox.html' title='Queen Rania of Jordan: a beautiful paradox'/><author><name>Heba Doleh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-3723127490648561836</id><published>2008-09-18T11:49:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:55:56.370+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Google’s $199 phone to compete with the iPhone</title><content type='html'>The Google-powered cell phone is coming soon, and it will retail for $199, according to the Wall Street Journal.&lt;br /&gt;The price of the new Google (&lt;a href="http://techland.blogs.fortune.cnn.com/quote/quote.html?symb=GOOG" rel="external"&gt;GOOG&lt;/a&gt;) smart phone would put the device head-to-head with Apple’s $199 iPhone (&lt;a href="http://techland.blogs.fortune.cnn.com/quote/quote.html?symb=AAPL" rel="external"&gt;AAPL&lt;/a&gt;). The Google phone, which features a touchscreen and is made by Taiwanese manufacturer HTC, faces some stiff competition. The iPhone 3G has generated significant interest among consumers for redefining touch-screen technology, popularizing mobile applications and significantly improving Web navigation on cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;T-Mobile (&lt;a href="http://techland.blogs.fortune.cnn.com/quote/quote.html?symb=DT" rel="external"&gt;DT&lt;/a&gt;), the first carrier that will run Google’s Android mobile software, will show off the new phone to analysts and reporters on Tuesday in Manhattan. It is expected to hit stores later this fall.&lt;br /&gt;Representatives from Google, HTC and T-Mobile would not comment on the&lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122168844266649563.html" target="new" rel="external nofollow"&gt; Journal’s report.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google unveiled features of the Android operating system on an unidentified black HTC handset at a developers conference in London on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;The HTC phone is just the first of many Google-powered phones, according to the search giant. For Google to reach its ultimate goal - driving mobile Internet use and, in turn, ads - it will need to get multiple devices in the hands of mainstream consumers. The price will also need to be right, given that companies like Palm and Samsung already offer entry-level smartphones for $100.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-3723127490648561836?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://techland.blogs.fortune.cnn.com/2008/09/17/googles-199-phone-to-compete-with-the-iphone/?cnn=yes' title='Google’s $199 phone to compete with the iPhone'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/3723127490648561836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081009944620365831&amp;postID=3723127490648561836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/3723127490648561836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/3723127490648561836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/2008/09/googles-199-phone-to-compete-with.html' title='Google’s $199 phone to compete with the iPhone'/><author><name>Heba Doleh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-2133622818399822164</id><published>2008-09-08T14:34:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:15:05.346+03:00</updated><title type='text'>الأحـــــــــاسيس</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/SMUUE4pJj2I/AAAAAAAAACE/xZkllcyW49k/s1600-h/4v3v05z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243619415299821410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 483px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="345" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/SMUUE4pJj2I/AAAAAAAAACE/xZkllcyW49k/s320/4v3v05z.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;الأحـــــــــاسيس أنواع&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;إحساس بشع&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;أن تهب لهم كل مساحات الثقة البيضاء وتمنحهم كل الأراضي الخضراء التي بداخلك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتضع باقاتك الحمراء عند بابهم &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتسهر لتقرأ أخبارهم فوق جبين القمرثم تكتشف إنهم وضعوا اسمك في قائمة &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;" الأغبياء بلا حدود"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;إحساس مزعج أن تبوح بسرك لصديقك المقرب وتوصية بأن يسجنه في قفص صدر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتشرح له أهمية المحافظة على الأمانة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتنام مطمئناً متخففاً من همك وسر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ثم تستيقظ في الصباح على صوت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;أسرارك تنطلق كالأغنية من أفواه الآخرين &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;إحساس مرهق&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;أن تختار أرضاً طيبة وتغرس فيها بذور النجاح&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتسقيها بماء عينك &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتسهر عليها بإصرار وإرادة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتمنحها من وقتك وصحتك الكثير ثم لا تحصد إلا الفشل بأنواعه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;إحساس مرعب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;أن تقف أمام الغرفة الزجاجية&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;تنظر إلى عزيز يتوسد جراحه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;تحصي دقات قلبه وتنتظر قرار الحياة به&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;إما بداية تمنحك الفرح&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;أو نهاية تصيبك بالذهول&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;إحساس مؤسف &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;أن تفتح لهم بيتك وبوابة أحلامك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتطعمهم حبيبات صدقك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتمنحهم ثقتك بلا حدود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ثم تستيقظ على نيران الجحود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;التي أشعلوها فيك وخلفوك كالوطن المهجور&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;إحساس مخيف جداً&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;أن تكتشف موت لسانك عند حاجتك للكلام&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتكتشف موت قلبك عند حاجتك للحب والحياة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتكتشف جفاف عينيك عند حاجتك للبكاء&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتكتشف أنك وحدك كأغصان الخريف عند حاجتك للآخرين &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;إحساس لا يوصف &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;أن تقف فوق قبر إنسان تحبه كثيرا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ً وقد كان يعني لك كل شئ يعني لك الكثير&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ثم تحدثه تحاوره،&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;تصف له طعم الحياة في غيابه ولون الأيام بعد رحيله&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتجهش في البكاء كطفل رضيع بكاء مرير من أعماق أعماقك حين تتذكر إنه ما عاد هنا بيننا &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;إحساس قاس &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;أن تشتاق إليهم بجنون&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتحن إلى وجودهم ووجوههم وأصواتهم بالجنون ذاته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتزور أطلالهم في الخفاء وتتمنى أن يعود الزمان ليلة واحدة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;كي تتذوق طعم الفرح في حضورهم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;لكنك تتراجع كالملسوع بعقارب الحني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;نحين تتذكر أن الزمان لن يعود.... أبداً&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;إحسـاس مـؤلم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;أن يعيشوا بك كالدم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ويلتصقوا بك كأظافر يديك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتكون لهم كالواحة المريحة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ويكونوا لك كالوطن الجميل ..ثم تغادرهم ... كالغريب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;إحساس قاتل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;أن تبحث طوال عمرك عن شخص بشر..... من فئة الملائكة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;حتى تصل الى درجة الإقتناع التام بأنه لم يولد بعد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وفجأءة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وبلا ميعاد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;تشرق الشمس في جبينه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;تفرح به للحظات &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;فرحاً بكل لحظات ماضيك كله بل ماض أحزان البشريه كله&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وفجاءة &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;يتسرب بين يديك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;كما يهرب الماء بين أصابعك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;والأشد قتلاً&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;أنك لا تزال تسنتشق عبيره في حياتك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;تدعو له بطول البقاء &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;تدعو له بالسعادة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;أجبرك ان تعشق التضحية&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;لكي تشتري كرامتك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;سحقاً للكرامه حينما تحطم أجمل العلاقات&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;إحساس ممل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;أن تقرأ لكاتب لا يكتب إلا عن نفسه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتنصت لشاعر لا يشعر إلا لنفسه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وتلتقي بإنسان لا يرى ولا يسمع ولا يحب إلا نفسه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;وأخيرآ الإنسان مجموعه من الأحاسيس لانشعر بها الا بوقت الحدث&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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بالامل</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/SDqHd86X9cI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9iCDGwbCj10/s1600-h/114597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204621268016952770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 482px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/SDqHd86X9cI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9iCDGwbCj10/s320/114597.jpg" width="396" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/SDqHCc6X9bI/AAAAAAAAABw/esGKINc7VOk/s1600-h/0401310114161s_teet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;لا تيأس إذا تعثرت أقدامك وسقطت في حفرة واسعه...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;فسوف تخرج منها و أنت أكثر تماسكا وقوة..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;والله مع الصابرين&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;لا تحزن إذا جاءك سهم قاتل من أقرب الناس إلى قلبك &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;فسوف تجد من ينزع السهم ويعيد لك الحياة و الابتسامه ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;لا تضع كل أحلامك في شخص واحد &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ولا تجعل رحلة عمرك وجه شخص تحبه مهما كانت صفاته ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ولا تعتقد أن نهايه الأشياء هي نهاية العالم ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;فليس الكون هو ما ترى عيناك &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;لا تنتظر حبيباً باعك ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;وانتظر ضوءاً جديداً يمكن أن يتسلل إلى قلبك الحزين فيعيد لأيامك البهجة ويعيد لقلبك نبضه الجميل&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;لا تحاول البحث عن حلم خذلك .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;وحاول أن تجعل من حالة الإنكسار بداية حلم جديد &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;لا تقف كثيراً على الأطلال خاصة اذا كانت الخفافيش قد سكنتها والأشباح عرفت طريقها ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;وابحث عن صوت عصفور يتسلل وراء الأفق مع ضوء صباح جديد&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;لا تنظر الى الأوراق التي تغير لونها .. وبهتت حروفها .. وتاهت سطورها بين الألم و الوحشه ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;سوف تكتشف أن هذه السطور ليست أجمل ما كتبت ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;وأن هذه الأوراق ليست اخر ما سطرت .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ويجب أن تفرق بين من وضع سطورك في عينيه .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ومن القى بها للرياح ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;لم تكن هذه السطور مجرد كلام جميل عابر .. ولكنها مشاعر قلب عاشها حرفاً حرفاً ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ونبض إنسان حملها حلماً .. واكتوى بنارها ألماً &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;لا تكن مثل مالك الحزين .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;هذا الطائر العجيب الذي يغني أجمل الحانه وهو ينزف .. فلا شيء في الدنيا يستحق من دمك نقطة واحده &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;إذا أغلقت الشتاء أبواب بيتك .. وحاصرتك تلال الجليد من كل مكان ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;فانتظر قدوم الربيع وافتح نوافذك لنسمات الهواء النقي .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;وانظر بعيدا فسوف ترى أسراب الطيور وقد عادت تغني .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;وسوف ترى الشمس وهي تلقي خيوطها الذهبيه فوق أغصان الشجر لتصنع لك عمراً جديداً وحلماً جديداً .. وقلباً جديداً &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;إدفع عمرك كاملاًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًً لإحساس صادق وقلب يحتويك ..&lt;br /&gt;ولا تدفع منه لحظة في سبيل حبيب هارب .. أو قلب تخلى عنك بلا سبب &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;لا تسافر الى الصحراء بحثاً عن الاشجار الجميله&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;فلن تجد في الصحراء غير الوحشة .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;وانظر الى مئات الأشجار التي تحتويك بظلها .. وتسعدك بثمارها .. وتشجيك بأغانيها &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;لا تحاول أن تعيد حساب الأمس .. وما خسرت فيه .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;فالعمر حين تسقط أوراقه لن تعود مرة أخرى&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ولكن مع كل ربيع جديد سوف تنبت أوراق أخرى ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;فانظر الى تلك الأوراق التي تغطي وجه السماء ودعك مما سقط على الأرض فقد صارت جزءاً منها &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;إذا كان الأمس ضاع .. فبين يديك اليوم وإذا كان اليوم سوف يجمع أوراقه ويرحل .. فلديك الغد.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;لا تحزن على الأمس فهو لن يعود ولا تأسف على اليوم .. فهو راحل واحلم بشمس مضيئه في غد جميل&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;إننا أحياناً قد نعتاد الحزن حتى يصبح جزءاً منا ونصير جزءاً منه.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;وفي بعض الأحيان تعتاد عين الإنسان على بعض الألوان ويفقد القدرة على أن يرى غيرها .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ولو أنه حاول أن يرى ما حوله لأكتشف أن اللون الأسود جميل .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ولكن الأبيض أجمل منه&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;وأن لون السماء الرمادي يحرك المشاعر والخيال&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ولكن لون السماء أصفى في زرقته&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;فابحث عن الصفاء ولو كان لحظة .. وابحث عن الوفاء ولو كان متعباً و شاقاً&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;وتمسك بخيوط الشمس حتى ولو كانت بعيد هولا تترك قلبك ومشاعرك وأيامك لأشياء ضاع زمانها&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;إذا لم تجد من يسعدك فحاول أن تسعد نفسك .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;وإذا لم تجد من يضيء لك قنديلاً ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;فلا تبحث عن اخر أطفأه وإذا لم تجد من يغرس في أيامك ورده ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;فلا تسع لمن غرس في قلبك سهماً ومضى&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;أحياناً يغرقنا الحزن حتى نعتاد عليه .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;وننسى أن في الحياة أشياء كثيرة يمكن أن تسعدنا وأن حولنا وجوهاً كثيرة يمكن أن تضيء في ظلام أيامنا شمعة .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;فابحث عن قلب يمنحك الضوء ولا تترك نفسك رهينة لأحزان الليالي المظلمة&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is too short&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and no one live twice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep smilling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life will treat you good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and always ask god for what you deserve,,,, not what you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-8109959432954684330</id><published>2008-05-20T10:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:09:48.450+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A song i hear it every day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/SDQXBNIU87I/AAAAAAAAABo/Oj8qcUXo--k/s1600-h/A+walk+to+remember.bmp6.bmp9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202808778991662002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/SDQXBNIU87I/AAAAAAAAABo/Oj8qcUXo--k/s320/A+walk+to+remember.bmp6.bmp9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Time, sometimes the time just slips away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And your left with yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Left with the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I,, I'll always think of you and smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And be happy for the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had you with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though we go our separate ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I won't forget so don't forget the memories we made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please remember, please remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was there for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and you were there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please remember, our time together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The time was yours and mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;while we were wild and free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please remember, please remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Goodbye, there's just no sadder word to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And it's sad to walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;with just the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who's to know what might have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We'll leave behind a life and time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll never know again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please remember, please remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was there for you and you were there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And remember, Please remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please remember, please remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was there for you And you were there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please remember, our time together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The time was yours and mine While we were wild and free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then remember, please remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And how we laugh and how we smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And how this heart was yours and mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and how a dream was out of reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I stood by you, you stood by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We took each day and made it shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We wrote our names across the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We ride so fast, we ride so free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I knew that you had me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please remember, please remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-8109959432954684330?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/8109959432954684330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-7029039731594943016</id><published>2008-03-03T16:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:29:48.489+03:00</updated><title type='text'>حكاية تحدث كل يوم</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/SBgin5SJ0LI/AAAAAAAAABU/LZ6tsPtflAE/s1600-h/6414502_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194940238959071410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/SBgin5SJ0LI/AAAAAAAAABU/LZ6tsPtflAE/s400/6414502_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;حوار رائع بين....شاب...و...فتاة &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;انها حروف عذبة اجتمعت معاً لتصوغ لنا حكاية على شكل حوار عذب ورقيق بين شاب وفتاة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;وما اكتر الحكايات..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;التي منها حكاية تنتهي بموقفوحكاية تنتهي بقراروحكاية تنتهي بلعبةوحكاية تنتهي بحوارواليكم هذا الحوار الرائع .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : غداً يوم زفافك إلى أخرى .. فلماذا أصريت على رؤيتي اليوم ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : كي اودعكي قبل الرحيل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : ما أرحم الرحيل بلا وداع&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : أردت ان أراكي للمرة الأخيرة قبل أن .. آه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : قبل ان تعقد قرانك على امرأه اخترتها بعقلك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : أنتي تعلمين أني لم اخترها بإرادتي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : هذا حديث عقيم اعتاد العشاق على ترديده عند المحطة الأخيرة من الحكاية فأترفع عنه حفاظاً على صورة جميلة لك في قلبي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : أنتي تصرين على ذبحي بسخريتك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : ذبحك ؟ هاه ! ومن انا كي أذبحك يا سيدي انا مجرد بطلة .. أدت دورها في حكايتك بكل صدق وغباء&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : أنتي كل شيء &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : انا بقايا فاشلة ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ختمتها بقانون العقل ثم جئت الآن كي تتلاعب بالبقايا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : أتلاعب ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;تدركين جيداً ان إحساسي نحوكي كان صادقا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ًهي : كان صادقاً !! .. والكذب ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : افهميني ارجوكي .. يمر الإنسان بظروف تجبره على التخلي عن أشياء يؤلمه التنازل عنها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : لم يبقى لي للحزن مساحة لفهم أشياء لم تعد تجدي نفعا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ًهو : انا أحببتك جداً .. كنتي عمري كله&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : لم أكن عمرك كله .. كنت مرحلة من عمرك وانتهت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : كنتي أجمل مراحل عمري&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;انكِ تلك المرحلة من العمر التي لا تطفئ السنوات أنوارها أبداًولا تغلق الأيام أبوابها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي:  .  .  . ...   ..... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : لما أنتي صامته ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;نظراتك الدامعة تكاد تقضي على أخر خيوط المقاومة في داخلي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : غداً زفافك .. فماذا يجب ان أقول ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.. هل أتظاهر بالفرح ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هل اغني لك أغنية الزفاف التي يصرخ بها قلبي الآن ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : اعلم ان لحظات الفراق مؤلمة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : ليس دائماً يا سيدي ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;فأحياناً لا تكون مؤلمة أحياناً تكون قاتلة كالجلطة الدماغيه تدمر كل خلايانا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ولا يتبقي إلا الصمت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : ماذا تتمنين الآن ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : أتمنى ان افقد ذاكرتي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : كي تمسحي تفاصيلي معكي ومنكي ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : كي أنسى موعد إعدامي غداً ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;كي لا تلمحك عيناي وأنت تتقدم بأتجاه أخرى حاملاً بيدك عمري كله &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;كي تنثره تحت قدميها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : لا تحملي قلبي فوق طاقته .. فبي من الحزن الكثير&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : بل انا يا سيدي من يتحمل الآن فوق طاقته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;فلا احد يعلم مرارة أحساس امرأه عاشقة ليلة زفاف فارس أحلامها من أخرى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : لكن قلبي سيبقى معك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : وما ينفعني قلب رجل مضى كي يمنح جسده وحياته وعمره لأخرى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;تاركاً خلفه هذا الكم المخيف من الحزن والذكرى والعذاب والحنين وبقايا امرأه ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ترى ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هل ستمنحها أطفالي ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هل تذكر أطفال أحلامنا ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;أطلقنا عليهم أسماء ذات مساء دافئ بالحب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : بكاؤك يمزقني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : لا يجب ان تتمزق او تحزن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;يجب ان تكون في قمة فرحك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;وقمة أناقتك وقمة قسوتك ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;فغداً ليلة عمرك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : ليالي عمري أنتي ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;واعلم أني ضيعتها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : وليالي عذابي انتَ .. واعلم أنها ستضيعني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : لا استحق منك كل هذا الحزن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : وانا لا استحق منك كل هذا الخذلان&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : خذلتني ظروفي فخذلتكي .. سامحيني اغفري لقلبي الذي احبكِ ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;اغفري لظروفي التي خذلتكي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : قد اغفر يوماً .. ولكن هل سأنساك ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : قد يأتي النسيان يوماً .. فيسقطني من أجندة ذاكرتك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هي : اخشي ان يأتي بعد ان افقد القدرة على البدء من جديد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هو : آآآآآه , سأرحل الآن .. وشكراً على أجمل عمر واغلي احساس&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;يرحل تاركاً خلفه أنثى في حالة بكاء هستيري&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;أنثى كانت تحلم بأن تكون نصفه الأخر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( همسة خاصة لكل فتاة )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;صوني قلبك واحفظي مشاعرك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;لمن سيصونك مستقبلاً وهو زوجك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;لا تتلاعبي بمشاعرك وتجازفي بها فقلبك اضعف من ان ترميه في سبيل تجربة غير مضمونة النهاي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;وقد تكون نهايتها أحياناً نهايتك أنتي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;كوني قوية ولا تدعي الأوهام تقودك وتقضي على حياتك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;واحفظي اسمك قبل نفسك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;واعلمي انك ستحصلين على الحب مع من اختاركِ زوجة له ليربط اسمه باسمك &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;وتكوني شرفه وحبه وحياته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;وما هو سوى ذلك وهم مجرد وهم قاتل بأسم الحب &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-7029039731594943016?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/7029039731594943016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081009944620365831&amp;postID=7029039731594943016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/7029039731594943016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/7029039731594943016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='حكاية تحدث كل يوم'/><author><name>Heba Doleh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/SBgin5SJ0LI/AAAAAAAAABU/LZ6tsPtflAE/s72-c/6414502_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-1655115913615455630</id><published>2008-01-24T17:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:52:39.244+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today i reserved an email about love, and i receive also many replays for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and each replay gave me a meaning for love, but no replay was describing what love really is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;have you ever ask your self  What love is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is something drives you without you know that you are driven,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is something choose you; it's not you who choose it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is something makes you blind how ever you try not to be so,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is something makes every thing around you beautiful,,, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is something makes you love every thing around you, without you know that you love every thing because you are in Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is something makes you fly high in the sky,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is something makes you sense all the things that you haven't sense it before, makes you feel all the smooth feeling you didn't try to feel before,,, but you don't feel that you are driven by Love,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is something makes you wanna be the best one on Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is something makes you happy what ever you was in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is something makes you wanna challenge the hole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is something makes you stronger,,, makes you fresh,,, makes you feel as an angel,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is something makes you feel the importance of the minutes,, the seconds you Live,,, day by day,,, hour by hour.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is something makes you that you own the hole world,,,, even if you really don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is something makes you wanna do always more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;can I ask you now something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;can you live without love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think that many of you would say yes,, I can!!! I would Kill my heart so it doesn't fall in love ever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Or another answer,,, I don't want love,,, Love makes me miserable!!! Love makes me sad!!! or some other answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That there is nothing called love,,, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but hey all,,, are you sure that these answers are truly from you inner heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;maybe some of you would answer me that love should be driven by mind first,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so I would ask them,,, what if all the blood in your head is coming from your heart!!! I know that they will answer that heart is controlled by the brain!!!! so my answer if the brain doesn't love the heart, so he will not control it,, so the heart will die!!! and as soon as the heart die,,, the head is dead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Looking around me,,, why many people try to hide that they are in Love? why many people run away from love? why many people try to block their heart from love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They know that love will change their life, but they don't want to admit it, the don't have the straight to face the fact of love... cause they totally know that when they are in love,,, they will be controlled without even they know so,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is  something makes you worm,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and no one ever can survive in the cold,, no body wants to be lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;what i can't understand is,,,, why when the love is between our hands we don't want it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we don't want to be in it???? ya many people are like that,,, just wanna run away????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and once they lost it,,,, nothing in the world can replace it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;what I can advice it to you,, is live the moment,,, catch the love when you feel it around,,, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; come to you every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-1655115913615455630?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/1655115913615455630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081009944620365831&amp;postID=1655115913615455630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/1655115913615455630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/1655115913615455630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-is.html' title='Love is'/><author><name>Heba Doleh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-1266421475052551962</id><published>2008-01-20T11:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:55:13.311+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The magic Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ask the book and read the answers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they are not arranged before,,, nor watched by any one else!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;give it a try and just ask what ever you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but  without mistakes!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;talk to my friend Tom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pandorabots.com/pandora/talk?botid=c96f911b3e35f9e1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://pandorabots.com/pandora/talk?botid=c96f911b3e35f9e1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-1266421475052551962?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://pandorabots.com/pandora/talk?botid=c96f911b3e35f9e1' title='The magic Book'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/1266421475052551962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081009944620365831&amp;postID=1266421475052551962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/1266421475052551962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/1266421475052551962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/2008/01/magic-book.html' title='The magic Book'/><author><name>Heba Doleh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-3504352292039893116</id><published>2007-11-29T16:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:52:09.919+02:00</updated><title type='text'>to my friend a song can say a little of a lot inside me</title><content type='html'>Avril Lavigne When You're Gone&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie&lt;br /&gt;is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;All the words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left&lt;br /&gt;they lie on my floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you&lt;br /&gt;I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;[When You're Gone&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;And when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were Yeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear will always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song really expired my internal feeling when my beat friend left the company&lt;br /&gt;but all what i can say now&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck my friend&lt;br /&gt;you will always be in the same place of my heart and soil for you where ever you are even if the distance was too far, I know that I'll miss you, but I know its the best for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-3504352292039893116?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.metrolyrics.com/when-youre-gone-lyrics-avril-lavigne.html' title='to my friend a song can say a little of a lot inside me'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/3504352292039893116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081009944620365831&amp;postID=3504352292039893116' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We Love some&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we don't stay near them.... cause in distance they are beautiful,,,, they are more value they are watchable.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we love some&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we always look for coming closer to them, and its really hurts us to be far of them,,,, and we can't imagine life when its without them,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some others we love them...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live a fabulous story with them,,,, and we wish to meet them,,, and create the chances and the sudden moments to see them,,, we live in dreams more in truth to meet them,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;others we love them..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but only inside of us ... so we keep silence,,, even of that hurt of silence,,, we don't announce there love to public even,,, case it have many dangerous on it way,,, and its effects are scary,,,so its better that we keep the doors close between us and them,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we love some,,,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who we full the Earth with our love for them,,, we talk them all the time,,, we need them all the time... like water... air.... and we stop breathing when they are not around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we love some others,,,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we don't find else but them,,,and our need for love pushes us towards them,,, so days goes on... age pass by... time never stop,,, and make us live in a fair of living without a lover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and others we love,,,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause such as them is just for love,, and all what we have towards them is only love,,,, we learn beautiful things from them,,, and we rebuilt many things with them,,,and we pain the life all over again,,, and well work honestly to bring happiness for them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we love some,,,,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we don't find the reaction of this love in their hearts,,, so we broke,,, destroys into very small pieces,,, and we lost without them in a weak chance loser stories trying to forget them and heat them!!,,, but we cant heat or forget them,, and we get back crying after every loser story we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the beautiful words are these Words which we say the name of the one we love in it,, describe the one we love with it,,, even if this one doesn't hear us,,, but there is a feeling that the one we love is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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sentence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; and don't skip ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've learned...that life is like a roll of toilet paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've learned...that we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've learned...that money doesn't buy class.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span 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style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've learned...that the less time I have to work, the more things I get done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To all of you...make sure you read all the way down to the&lt;/span&gt; last sentence. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty, !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;He said...no!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She asked him if he would want to be with her forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and he said no!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and once again he replied with a no!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You're not pretty you're beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I don't want to be with you forever, I NEED to be with you forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And I wouldn't cry if you walked away...I'd die... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-3060567046176117303?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/3060567046176117303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081009944620365831&amp;postID=3060567046176117303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/3060567046176117303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/3060567046176117303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/2007/09/words-come-from-story.html' title='words come from a story...'/><author><name>Heba Doleh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-5595058602006680508</id><published>2007-08-27T14:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T14:18:12.974+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem With GUYS! relax girls!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/RtKygmv7fzI/AAAAAAAAABA/ffRod8asYZU/s1600-h/3817889lg8kt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103337600991330098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/RtKygmv7fzI/AAAAAAAAABA/ffRod8asYZU/s320/3817889lg8kt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the problems with GUYS :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u TREAT him nicely, he says u are IN LOVE with him;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u Don't , he says u are PROUD .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u DRESS Nicely , he says u are trying to LURE him;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u Don't , he says u are from VILLAGE .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u are SMARTER than him, he'll lose FACE ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he's Smarter than u, he is GREAT .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u don't L ove him, he tries to POSSESS u;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u Love him! , he will try to LEAVE u.(very true huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u tell him your PROBLEM , he says u are TROUBLESOME ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u don't , he says that u don't TRUST him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u SCOLD him, u are like a NANNY to him; (VERY TRUE AGAIN)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he SCOLDS u, it is because he CARES for u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u BREAK your PROMISE, u Cannot be TRUSTED ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he BREAKS his, he is FORCED to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u SMOKE , u are BAD girl; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he SMOKES , he is GENTLEMAN ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u do WELL in your exams, he says it's LUCK ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he does WELL , it's BRAINS ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u HURT him, u are CRUEL ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he HURTS u, u are too SENSITIVE !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u send this to guys, they will swear that it's not true.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but if u don't, they say u are selfish..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The moral of the story is.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SEND THIS TO GUYS OUT THERE ANYWAY .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Send it to girls also, gives them some laughter .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-5595058602006680508?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/5595058602006680508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081009944620365831&amp;postID=5595058602006680508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/5595058602006680508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/5595058602006680508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/2007/08/problem-with-guys-relax-girls.html' title='The Problem With GUYS! relax girls!!!'/><author><name>Heba Doleh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/RtKygmv7fzI/AAAAAAAAABA/ffRod8asYZU/s72-c/3817889lg8kt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-691902866693749638</id><published>2007-08-21T10:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:35:33.115+03:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Signs of Falling in Love,,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/RsqVSmv7fyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/f8_NEvzjlOY/s1600-h/nature_photography_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101053674822270754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/RsqVSmv7fyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/f8_NEvzjlOY/s200/nature_photography_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/RsqTQ2v7fxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oPDKqc2agD4/s1600-h/give+a,,,.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***13 signs of falling in love*** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;13.When your on the phone with them late at night and they hang up...but you miss them already when it was just two minutes ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. You read their texts over and over again...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. You walk really slowly when you're with them...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. You feel shy whenever you're with them..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. When you think about them, your heart beats faster and faster...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. You smile when you hear their voice..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you... all you see is him/her...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. You start listening to slow songs, while thinking of them...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. They become ALL you think about...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. You get high just from their scent...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. You realize that you're always smiling to yourself when you think about them...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. You would do anything for them...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. While reading this, there was one person on your mind the whole time.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-691902866693749638?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/691902866693749638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081009944620365831&amp;postID=691902866693749638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/691902866693749638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/691902866693749638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/2007/08/13-signs-of-falling-in-love.html' title='13 Signs of Falling in Love,,,,'/><author><name>Heba Doleh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXmgbGsbzx4/RsqVSmv7fyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/f8_NEvzjlOY/s72-c/nature_photography_014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-7944926596480006449</id><published>2007-08-19T16:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T17:06:32.912+03:00</updated><title type='text'>قصة تحدث كل يوم</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;كان ما كان , كان عصفور له جناحان رائعان بريشات براقة والوان رائعة . كان مخلوقآ ليحلق فى سماء الحرية , ويدخل المرور العظيم&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;على قلوب هؤلاء الذين يراقبون تحليقه .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ذات يوم , رأت أمراة هذا العصفور وفتنت به . شاهدته يطير مندهشة حتى حدود الانبهاء , وقلبها يخفق بجنون , وعيناها تلتمعان من شدة الانفعال . دعاها العصفور لمرافقته . وطار معآ وهما فى كامل الانسجام . كانت متيمة بالعصفور , تحتفى بجمالة طوال الوقت .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لكن المرأة فكرت ذات يوم " ترى هل يتوق الى اكتشاف جبال بعيدى ؟ خافت , خافت أن يرحل والا تقع فى الحب مرة ثانية , احست بالغيرة , غارت من قدرة العصفور على الطيران .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أحست انها وحيدة .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فكرت فى المرة المقبلة , حين يظهر العصفور سأنصب له فخى وهكذا لن يتمكن من الطيران مجدداً .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عاد العصفور , الذى كان هو آيضاً مفتونآ بها , لرؤيتها فى اليوم التالى , فوقع فى الفخ واحتبسته فى قفص .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كل يوم , كانت المرأة تراقبه بشغف وتعرضه أمام صديقاتها فيتهتفن , ما أسعدك وما أوفر حظك ! ومع ذلك , بدأت الامور تتغير بشكل &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;غريب , بما ان العصفور صار ملكها ولم تعد بحاجة لان تعمل على كسب وده , لم تعد المرأة تهتم به . والطائر الذى لم يعد فى امكانه التحليق والتعبير عن معنى لحياته , بدأ ريشه يذبل ويفقد بريقه , ويتحول جماله الى قبح . ولم تعد المرأة توليه اى اهتمام , بل اقتصرت عنايتها به على اطعامه وتنظيف قفصه .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وذات يوم , مات العصفور , فحزنت المرأة للغاية , ولم تكن تكف عن التفكير فيه . لكنها لم تكن تتذكر قط القفص . تذكرت فقط اليوم الذى لمحته فيه لأول مرة , وهو يطير بعيدى محلقى فوق الغيوم .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لو انها استجابت لدوافع مشاعرها كما ينبغى , لأدركت ان الشئ الذى اثار انفعالها عندما التقت العصفور كان حريته , والطاقة الكامنة فى جناحيه , وليس حسن شكله الخارجى .&lt;br /&gt;فقدت حياتها معناها عندما فقدت العصفور . وجاء الموت يقرع بابها .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;سألت المرأة الموت :&lt;br /&gt;- لم جئت .&lt;br /&gt;فأجاب :&lt;br /&gt;-لكى تتمكنى من الطيران معه مجددآ فى السماء , لو أنك تركته يرحل ويعود فى كل مرة . لكنت استطعت كسب وده , ولازداد أعجبك به اكثر فأكثر . من الان فصاعدا , انت فى حاجة الى لكى تقدرى على استعادته&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-7944926596480006449?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/7944926596480006449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081009944620365831&amp;postID=7944926596480006449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/7944926596480006449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/7944926596480006449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_19.html' title='قصة تحدث كل يوم'/><author><name>Heba Doleh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-2204449130100433021</id><published>2007-08-09T11:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T11:50:55.647+03:00</updated><title type='text'>انثى</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;لأننى الأولى والأخيرة&lt;br /&gt;لأننى المبجلة والمحتقرة&lt;br /&gt;الزوجة والعذراء&lt;br /&gt;اأم والأبنة&lt;br /&gt;لأننى ذراعا امى&lt;br /&gt;لأننى العاقر ولأن اولادى لا يحصون&lt;br /&gt;لأننى الزوجة الزوجة والعزباء&lt;br /&gt;لاننى العزاء فى الأم الولادة&lt;br /&gt;لأننى الزوجة والزوج&lt;br /&gt;ولأنى رجلى هو الذى خلقنى&lt;br /&gt;لأننى ام أبى&lt;br /&gt;لأننى أخت زوجى&lt;br /&gt;ولان زوجى هو ابنى الذى تخليت عنه&lt;br /&gt;لأننى كل ذلك&lt;br /&gt;قدموا لى الأحترام على الدوام&lt;br /&gt;فأنا الفاجرة وأنا المرأةالنبيلة ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;باولو كويليو&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-2204449130100433021?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/2204449130100433021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081009944620365831&amp;postID=2204449130100433021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/2204449130100433021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/2204449130100433021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='انثى'/><author><name>Heba Doleh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-374359483802984238</id><published>2007-08-07T04:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:26:34.892+03:00</updated><title type='text'>big wide hole!</title><content type='html'>very strange feeling inside me I don't know what is it exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know why, but its a question i wanna ask it for every one who may read this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he/she ever felt the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you feel that you cant breath,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you feel that you are alone even you are around ed by many people like friends, work mate, family, etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you feel that you have nothing even you have every thing any one wish to have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you feel that you are useless even that many things wont go on wit out your effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that there is a very deep hole inside my soil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which make me feel that I'm really alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asking my self what is the reason for this feeling, and the worse that this feeling is very long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe before i feel like this there was something different or i was different or the people around me were different, really i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i really miss is that old taste of my life, which was with me even when i was alone and even when i was useless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i was useless &amp; lonely? when my Hart was empty i was the happiest one on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some times when we are in love we feel that we own the whole world in a hug or a kiss or a smooth words from the heart, we feel that we own the hole world with a worm strong feeling out of our ability to describe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you find some one on this earth, and the only one who had the ability to treat you exactly as the way you ever dreamed of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a feeling can own you even when you had nothing and when you are useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when every thing is done or lets say just ended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very big wide hole inside you ganna show up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the biggest problem that what ever you do or how ever you try; you find your self cannot fill this hole, whom ever you may meet, what ever you try to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's i think the same reason for what i feel now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try many timeto hout this love which made me feel as how i describe before, i can be strong not only strong but stronger! and that what i can show it to all but cant deal with it with my self! its complicated but that how i feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okky now i have every thing any one would ever wish and i don't mean only money and all the related things to that! but also my family my work, and before all that my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i say that I'm not totally confused by it! i don't feel that all this is enough! and i wish to know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is cause of that ascent love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in love i was without that much of friends as now or even without that real meaning of friends as now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was very far of my family, and i was out of thinking of work, money and all what related to, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was only drown to love! careless to any other thing in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here I am now with that feeling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-374359483802984238?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/374359483802984238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081009944620365831&amp;postID=374359483802984238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/374359483802984238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/374359483802984238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-wide-hole.html' title='big wide hole!'/><author><name>Heba Doleh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081009944620365831.post-2410538224078318743</id><published>2007-08-01T15:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:18:20.079+03:00</updated><title type='text'>my words</title><content type='html'>i don't know why I'm writing here but what i know that i love to read and write without a care for where It or to whom!&lt;br /&gt;but i know that  there is some people who will read this ; and in a way or another it can let them look for things they miss its exits in life.&lt;br /&gt;to give my blog this name ( just words!) is not what i really meant,as along that there is no word in life have no place to be used in even if we didn't get it at its moment!&lt;br /&gt;just word is when you read it , but you will find more than one meaning for each word in each sentence , and I'm not saying this to leave an impression that I'm unique  or genius! but to send a simple massage that simple word can make huge difference, don't say in your mind now { maybe!} no be sure, as that I'm writing according to real thing happened to me i wish then when it happened I was awake to every word!&lt;br /&gt;WORDS: we talk and act and live all what around us is represented by words&lt;br /&gt;when the baby want something he/she trays to say the word , and from the most important steps in humanity history is start by word&lt;br /&gt;i know that there is many other important things in the history of the humanity but when you speak all what you do is let the Words out of your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you love some one you start thinking about the word { Love}&lt;br /&gt;when you need to send an idea in your head to some one you start ordering the words in the right way to reach for the main reason&lt;br /&gt;just words can tell what inside you by writing them when you feel that you are speak less cant find the way to show what inside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but words are not only what goes out of your mouth to others or what you write or even what you read&lt;br /&gt;some times you can read a word from a deep look in some ones eyes,&lt;br /&gt;other words you hear it! but its not spoken like the word you feel it when you touch some spacial ones hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued,,,,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081009944620365831-2410538224078318743?l=justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/feeds/2410538224078318743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081009944620365831&amp;postID=2410538224078318743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/2410538224078318743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081009944620365831/posts/default/2410538224078318743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwordsbyheba.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-words.html' title='my words'/><author><name>Heba Doleh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
