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Lying Angel! October 16, 2009

Hear and cheer the lying angel is here

Standing up giving a speech

Touring the world, “the change is HE!”

Using words playing with them

He thinks we are all suckers

Take his words, sleep on them

Believing and dreaming again and again

We are not animals and we don’t live in tents!

We have cable, computers and internet

We don’t only hear what you come and say

We watch and READ the news EVERYDAY!

Yea it’s a third world and yes we are poor

But we are not dumb and of that be sure

You promise us the sky

Think we are now addicted

And taking in your drugs we’re high

No we are not, at least not me

You are a fake, soon all will be revealed

You talk about Peace when you visit our land

Then go to the enemies, and shake their hand

Give them weapons to destroy “terrorism”

You quote Mandela but you will never be ANYTHING like him!

“Prolonged detention” is that what you want to do

Put us in prison for no good reason or even a clue

For how long? (Infinity)… you’re the devil himself!

At lease be smart and stop publicly contradicting yourself

Remember we have eyes and ears with them we can see and hear

We still have brains we are not mindless gears

We think, pray, eat and BREATHE!!!!!

I will shout and with the highest pitch I’ll scream

Leave us alone that’s MY LAND

Petroleum or gold whatever it is

Stay away or as we say “I’ll cut your hand”

We’ll fight for home till our last man

Open your eyes we are just defending

We are not the terrorists…

Because of what you do!!

I am sure all the countries hate you

Stop deceiving yourself the terrorist is YOU!

Making fallacies and speak only of lies

Get real a child can point them out!

Watch out or like Hitler you will be

Making a world war, the most hated man that’s what you’ll be

Even your great land will soon disappear

I can perfectly picture the day

When?

I’ll throw my MIDDLE EASTERN SHOE in your face

(Just like the man did to BUSH the other day!)

All the arrows point to one man

… Yes that’s him. I am making a stand as of today!

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Part two of Sarah’s Story- Trying September 20, 2009

Sarah knew that she had absolutely nothing to do. “Everything takes time” that was what she knew. Should she forget about him, let go of the memory that seemed almost perfect; let go of charming and get back to the real world. She knew pretty well that what was meant to be would always find its way, so she waited. Every night before she went to sleep she thought of him. When she started to right in her diary she always managed to add something here or there to relate to him. Like when she was writing about the outing with Jody and her boyfriend and how they held hands; she managed to leave a comment that his hand was nothing like Aly’s. To make matters even worse by that time she didn’t even know that his name was Aly she just called him “leader”.

The other day when she was doing the usual going through facebook; looking at pictures of friends, whom she didn’t really care who they were or with whom they took the pictures. She barley even saw the pictures she was looking and trying to kill time. And suddenly she felt like someone stapled her tummy, as quickly as possible double clicked on the “previous” button; but because her hands were shaking it was more like a triple click. However, she got herself together and managed to reach the picture she wanted. Was it leader in the picture?! She literally stuck her face to the screen tall dark broad man, but what?

She was about to cry. It was not Aly it was just someone, she got all crazy about a picture, of someone who looked just like some guy she saw once. At that point all men out there were him. She compared every face to his. She was losing it. Sarah called Jody and got all crazy on the phone crying of humiliation or was it desperation?! Jody did what she could do best listen and try to tell her that she was not alone. Sarah had always been Jody’s savior with her at her downs. she carried her around. She was Jody’s support system. Jody knew that she owed her life. But what could she utter her to make things sound better. If she could have gone down the street and look at every face ask around to find him, if it were possible she would have, but the thing is she never saw him before how was she to even know him. Even all sarah described him by were words like “perfect” “amazing” “had attitude” “tall” “strong” “nice” “kind”; it wasn’t the sort of description to get her picture him.

Jody was always the reckless baby, who constantly needed taking care of, and Sarah was basically her big sister and to some extent she was jody’s second mother. They have been best friends for countless years. They always managed to be there for each other. When the biggest bully in middle-school bothered Jody Sarah was there to give him a piece of her mind and talk him to drop it. Sarah always had her way; she would have been the perfect lawyer. However, when it came to the “mean girls” Jody would always show them who was mean! None of them would dare mess with her neither with Sarah because that was just how things were; they were a team, simply inseparable. Sarah as a matter of fact never got into these girls ways. She managed to hide out and move the spot light away from herself, and Jody was her cloak.
One day Jody happened to notice constant stares in burning their way to Sarah’s direction. It was a friend called Omar. She noticed that wherever Sarah was he was always with her, just like her shadow. Sarah would never notice him, she always under estimated herself. So, a existance of an admirer was something she needn’t think of. Sarah and Jody were a part of a nice group of friends always that were amazing. They knew how to laugh and have a good time. So that day when they were out for dinner and Jody noticed she shoved her elbow into Sarah’s side. And with a sharp look looked at Sarah then at Omar and since they knew each other pretty well Sarah understood what she meant, but gave her the “wake up” look with the dismissive hand wave as to tell her “ common, he is not interested”.

Jody never let the thought of Omar liking Sarah slide, she always thought he was good enough maybe even for Sarah. She would have wished for someone better though; but for the time being he seemed to be the perfect solution to help Sarah let go of her illusion. She started driving the idea into Sarah’s mind, pointing out good things about him, make her take notice of his actions, to show her that “yes Sarah you are pretty enough to get his attention, he would wish to have a girl like you.” so reluctantly Sarah started giving into the idea thinking “Jody knew better, what do I know about relationships. I have never even had one!” Never the less she compared him to her framed prince charming picture “leader”, he was not like him he was just… different. Sarah thought that maybe it was time to give it a try change the routine.

To be continued…

 

Part one of Sarah’s Story- The Start September 18, 2009

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It all started when Sarah fell in love she met this handsome man called Aly he was all she dreamed of, he was picture perfect. Tall, broad, dark and had the attitude she was looking for, he was a leader always knowing what to say fighting for the right. She met him when he was fighting for her right.

The first time she saw him she was shouting her lungs out. She was so mad fighting with the bus driver for being so reckless and risking all the passenger’s lives. And what made her madder was that the bus did not seem to have a single sane person and sadly no guy man enough to get up and say something. There was black car trampled at the side of the street and seemed to have an unconscious man lying inside of it. No one seemed bothered, she kept thinking “what is wrong with everyone?” When her eyes started to tear and she felt like breaking down as she was screaming because everything was too much to swallow. Aly showed up in his beige baggy shorts and black shirt, to any woman he might not seem as “prince charming” but she saw it the second he looked her way. He had this confident air around him; from a look at him she could tell that he had all it took to rock her world.

From behind her he came and stood just two steps away from her, he asked her gently to step aside; he looked at the driver, with his tough hand he pushed the man to walk with him to the side, talked to him inaudibly she never knew what he said. She could see he was calm composed and had rebel written all over his face. A minute later the driver walked back to her and apologized sincerely.  She walked back slowly a few steps, and looked down. Sarah could take the stress no more, and was instantly blinded by the tears that were going down her face.

She felt a hand on her shoulder soothing, kind and had all she needed at the moment. With a deep concerned voice he asked her what was wrong. Her legs could no longer keep her standing her knees bent and she sat on the pavement put her face in her lap and now she started to cry making a sound that made Aly feel like turning around and making a run. Her voice carried everything he longed for and feared from the most.

Though he couldn’t take the sound of her crying he bent down beside her, helped her up on her knees, that was when people started to get out of their cars and gather around to see what was wrong, someone came up with a bottle of water Aly helped her drink and got her to sit on a chair on the side where there was this small coffee shop. She started to get herself together and be collected. The unconscious man was safely out of the car and sitting on the table next to her. When she was finally all calm she started feeling really bad and self-conscious for shouting and yelling at the driver and for crying in the street and the scene she made of herself. It did not feel like something new, because from time to time she got into similar mishaps. She hated what happened, Sarah was always too hard on her shadow, always too shy embraced. She looked at the stranger beside her with the weary look on his face, she smiled softly and looked down and with a soft shaky voice thanked him. Aly asked her if she was alright and she said she was, like she always said. To her it was the typical answer to this typical question making her answer automatic; but, she was farthest that could be from being fine.

Dazzled was Aly  by the sight of her, she was cute and small. She looked helpless; put on her brave face with the cute smile that deluded everyone. She was keeping up and act of courage, while she was holding back tears that would leave her dry if she let them escape. All she wanted to do was hide she never let anyone inside always tried to keep everything to herself she shared what she felt with only her friends; anyone could walk by or be with her every day, or even her parents would be around her and no one would guess that she was down. She always put on a smile from the fear of driving people away if she showed what she felt.

Aly turned around to take a look at the man who was in the car. In a flash she was holding up her bag and back up on her knees, looking all good to go. She made a small “umm…”  sound making Aly look at her she thanked him a lot put on her smile, but this time her eyes betrayed her with the glow they had. She said goodbye, tried to walk confidently out of the scene stumbled on her third step without a second glance back cursed her clumsy self under her breath feeling even more embarrassed. However, she started walking or as far as everyone could see she was almost running.

When out of sight, she started slowing down and thinking of the face that helped her. The face she had tried to imagine all her life, the character that struck her just like another bus soon after the accident. She started to feel so mortified, but without second thought said to herself that the guy that helped her must have pitied her. All she could think of was how she always acted foolishly. She wanted to beat herself up. But on the other side every cell in her body wanted her to stay around that man but from her fear of falling in love with a stranger she ran, she wanted to hide or in other words “before it starts; END IT”. For the next month all day she daydreamed about the man played the scene over and over making sure to save his picture and voice in her head. One side of her wanted to go out search for him and god knows what she would do next, but the other just told her to stop being irrational, because what were her chances of finding him and more importantly catching his attention or being a part of his memory.

That incident to her was like the best song she ever heard but it was playing all the time and sticking to her head that it made her sick. She thought to herself “Am I always going to sound so lame, am I always going to sound so desperate even to myself??!!!”… “I do not have a life to the extent that I’m holding to a stupid moment” she was confusing herself not knowing what she wanted. She dreamed about him almost every day. Told her friend about this guy her friend was so excited at first she thought it was something nice and cool to think about the hero. But later when she realized that it was more than just this small thing. She was talking about him 24/7 reminiscing and smiling, she started to get worried. Jody got a bad feeling about what was going on, her best friend was obsessing about a thing that could possibly be a dream or something her mind came up with, that maybe she started to fall for what her mom always used to say “you had prince charming in your head, but just now you gave him a name”. Jody felt concerned, so she started facing Sarah and trying to get her back to her senses. Sarah knew what Jody confronted her with was right but what had she got to do the song seemed permanently stuck to her head.

… To be continued!