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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


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!


One way! October 6, 2009

Life’s song played at the background

Light a candle to shine like the sunlight

The sand covers all the land

And a girl uses both her hands

To carve a crest on the side

Fill the sky with stars at night


A farm house in a deserted land

A linking road made with her flowing hand

With some flowers and a bench

Two lovers holding hands

That’s life and happiness


In a split second it could all just vanish

On the radio a trouble voice announces

The world is at war out of the blue

A girl looks up her life is doomed

Up there he is on a flight

To somewhere, she dies that night…


Comes to life a new born child

To fill a single wife’s empty life

A light of hope gives her a smile

A bomb is thrown and before it lives, it all dies!


Enemies shout and scream

No one cares but for their own needs

They turn heavenly earth around

Is that what they want; a living hell for crying out loud!!


Families wait, all night they pray

A letter gets to them one day

They don’t understand what it has to say

Will he come back, or is he dead?

The words just won’t get into their head


Holding the letter she’s twenty three

Seventy years of waiting

But where is he?

She waited her life away

Only when she closed her eyes united were they


The past dies and present arrives

Building new towers from the scraps they rise

Old problems die and people start to live

It’s no longer a framed picture on the wall

From the window everyone can see it all


A young girl by the window

The wind blows her hair

She cries and thinks life is unfair

In a blink her lover is ready and there

He’s in a suit and they unite

A baby boy comes to life

At the same window there is he

Like his dad a sailor; he says he wants to be


What she drew is all symbolic you see

Change is not always to the worse; only if we agree!

Hand in hand that’s how it’s done

Without peace a life can’t become…


Part Three of Sarah’s Story – Change September 24, 2009

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Whenever Omar was around Sarah started feeling weird. She couldn’t even treat him the way she used to. She was scared and unprepared, managed to find flaws in him to the extent that some of them might have sounded made up. She talked herself out of it every night. She wasn’t thinking about Aly as much anymore and that was a relief. She had a little time off.

Before she knew it she was calling Omar any name but his, somehow she forgot his name every time. They used to be really good friends she always enjoyed his company. He always annoyed her in a teasing way, but with her weird attitude lately that was not the case. She avoided talking to him alot, tried to sit farthest from him. She started feeling mean towards the guy, so she made it a point to be nice.

It took her months to be nice to Omar and when she finally got her act together, he was no longer interested. She drove him away. It was sad that the person she used to always look for anywhere she went now wasn’t interested, but on the other side she felt relaxed because she wasn’t really into him, at some point talking to him felt mandatory. It took her a while to adjust. Soon she wasn’t thinking of him any more and he seemed to be interested in another girl. Everything was just “great” that was what Sarah said. Eventually they started regaining their friendship again and soon everything was cool.

Sarah never knew why or how but she was thinking about her hero, “prince charming”, AGAIN. She prayed every night that she would see him again; anywhere even if it was just a glance from a cross the street, she would just settle for anything. Sarah was walking to the bus stop when she saw him going on the bus that she intended to catch. But typically Sarah took the easy way out stood in a shop for a while till she could no longer see the reflection of the bus in the glass, and got out and caught a cab instead.All day she kept thing of how cowardly she acted. Too many questions were killing her, all staring with “what if…” she let a chance slip by. She couldn’t believe that what she did was a conscious decision. She was going nuts thinking and thinking till she lost it all.

The next day on her daily routine she found him again going on the bus, she took a deep breath; with fast wide steps moved towards the bus got up and stopped.He was sitting in the middle of the bus there were no empty front seats she had to move past him to find one. But if she did, eye contact would be inevitable. She just had to do it. As she moved towards him he was busy going through his bag as if he lost something. She walked past him and he didn’t notice a her. She sat just behind him. The bus ride seemed longer than ever; she thought a million times about nudging him, but last minute she manged to change her mind.

She closed her eyes, swore and before she knew it she was nudging him and saying “hey”. The voice was familiar to him he didn’t quite link to whom it belonged. He looked back to see Sarah smiling warily. He shot her his perfect smile, she felt herself blush but not just a normal blush, it was as though all the blood in her body managed to go to her face. He asked her how was she and how she felt after the accident she said it was all great. She didn’t know what to say; but she needn’t he made the effort to make a conversation.
They started talking about where they were both heading. They were both going to university; actually the same university. He said that he is new in town and is a transfer student. She couldn’t believe herself; “was that a dream?” she couldn’t think straight.

She knew she was smiling her widest smile because when she got off the bus her face hurt. She offered to help him around; she kind of owed him; at least that was what she convinced herself with. He was not familiar with the place and wanted to get something’s done, and of course he would never skip such an offer; she was a catch.They spent a couple of hours together till they both had to run to their classes and they did not have matching schedule, but they would use the same bus every morning. Sarah couldn’t get through a single class, she had no idea what the professors were talking about. She constantly looked at the door wishing he would come right in and get her. She was dreaming, she kept dreaming and building dreams sky high and never knew that they would all soon come down and possibly crush her.

To be continued…