tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239489212011-12-30T11:07:51.301-05:00A place to keep the scattered ideas, the lost visions, and the forgotten dreamsHashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.comBlogger1271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-24985372827889498892011-07-04T22:31:00.005-04:002011-07-05T01:07:18.465-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kjqgVVsdpGc/ThKaAYZo7KI/AAAAAAAAA84/KQodIDnZpBE/s1600/photo-2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kjqgVVsdpGc/ThKaAYZo7KI/AAAAAAAAA84/KQodIDnZpBE/s320/photo-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625728215879838882" /></a><br /><div>And here it comes...the day in July..</div><div>A pause in the way...a sigh</div><div><div>clouds of memories </div><div>in my sky</div></div><div>and everywhere...I see them running</div><div>faceless ghosts coming</div><div>Standing alone...among the millions in the roads</div><div><div>looking back...at the dying year</div><div>the laughs...the talk...</div><div>a background noise...all I hear</div><div>the thoughts lost in the words..</div></div><div>the void</div><div>the wind blowing in a night</div><div>the freeze in summer....in and out</div><div>the awful cold</div><div>the kid inside me..looking old</div><div>the gray burning through the hair</div><div>another poem...a scribble to share!</div><div><br /></div><div>Then I turn around...turn away</div><div>I look ahead..the coming way</div><div>the foggy day</div><div>I start to run..</div><div>I join the crowd</div><div>deaf and blind</div><div>and suddenly...I'm not alone</div><div>A number...passing other numbers</div><div>but who counts...who remembers?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>the picture: Oakland, Pittsburgh, PA</i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-2498537282788949889?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-46400570858575743702011-04-08T06:16:00.004-04:002011-04-09T06:19:57.326-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TEJmqlfzuw/TaAyHR9fufI/AAAAAAAAA8s/ge4HnlILPKw/s1600/plane.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593525837855963634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TEJmqlfzuw/TaAyHR9fufI/AAAAAAAAA8s/ge4HnlILPKw/s320/plane.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div>I am writing from up there in the sky...it's darkness everywhere I look out of the small plane window, and it's quite with almost everyone sleeping, or looking at the glossy small screen at the seat in front of them. </div><br /><div>I wonder what time is it..at the land I left behind, or the land I will reach in a few hours..or just in here..in this place above the dark vast ocean...where I belong now... Suddenly, the questions seemed much deeper..more troubling, as I once again stumble in the answer.. "where do you belong?", a thought whispers..."where's your home?"</div><br /><div>Where I belong is here..a place floating up in here.. "this is just a void...an empty space...", stubbornly it adds. "where's homeland?" </div><br /><div>It takes me a second, then I say reluctantly.."home is..." Pictures start flashing in the mind's eyes...a small child playing at the grandparents yard...climbing a tree...running after a bird...dirty hands and knees...small old stony roads in the quite village...cactus, figs, and olive trees..mom's golden bracelets ringing as she carries a dough to throw it in the small oven...the earth's smell after the first rain in september...a voice from the nearby mosque calling for the sunset prayer..jammed traffic in a crowded city on he medittereanian shore with red earth..cars' horns everywhere...AUB..laughs, and tears...hope, and disappointments... A suitcase...an airport...a cold night...and a plane...like the one I'm in... A foreign language..a fresh coffee...a white coat...and a name tag... Clean roads..big shops..green lawns.. Her smile..her eyes..her being away A coffee shop..long nights...cold wind...white everywhere.. </div><br /><div>"home is where you feel it is at the moment...a place for heart and mind... a familiarity feeling... A mental being.. Home is who we are...inside us..we take it to where we go.. When we laugh..when the butterflies inside us move ready to fly.. When we cry..when we really feel...when we take the masks off.. That's home.." </div><br /><div>I listened carefully, but the thought was mute...for the moment at least! Or maybe I'm just sleepy.. Good night, home...see you soon!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-4640057085857574370?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-19306556354504495082010-06-27T20:56:00.010-04:002010-06-27T22:59:02.441-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/TCf6LVLcHeI/AAAAAAAAA70/2E7XWrD0Jmk/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/TCf6LVLcHeI/AAAAAAAAA70/2E7XWrD0Jmk/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487629743544868322" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Up there...the 16th floor</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">open was the door..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">the empty place</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">a few boxes..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">a suitcase</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">the echo sound</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">and I looked around</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">here you are</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">near and far</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">and when I saw your face</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I froze..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">wind blowing your hair away</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">a tender rose</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">the windy city..took you away</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">the fading light...here at noon</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">a night missing the moon</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">the gray sky</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">the long sigh</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">scattered words...out of a sentence</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">a poem..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">written by the silence</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">of the empty place...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">did you hear it?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-1930655635450449508?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-43203324457292231472008-08-07T17:47:00.004-04:002010-02-19T09:29:17.493-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/SJtv_b68MsI/AAAAAAAAAoc/c_hTR6pMpC0/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231898527738376898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/SJtv_b68MsI/AAAAAAAAAoc/c_hTR6pMpC0/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />As you turn another page.. <div>adding a number...a new age</div><div>Looking ahead..</div><div>forced to look back</div><div>what you did...and you said</div><div>pictures...white and black</div><div>who you were..and who you are</div><div>memories..near and far</div><div>and you're here..</div><div>a smile..a frown..a new scar!</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't you tear</div><div>O' my dear!</div><div>look around</div><div>listen...the bird's sound</div><div>you and me..</div><div>"do ri..mi"!</div><div>and the moon</div><div>like a balloon...</div><div>and here's the kid...near you</div><div>following the red..in sky's blue!</div><div><br /></div><div>Will you come...with me?</div><div>tour the world..sail the sea?</div><div>enough..enough...being alone</div><div>you can't sing forever..a monotone!</div><div>On your song...</div><div>let me dance..and sing along</div><div>let me be..around you</div><div>let a dream..come true!</div><div>at the night..when stars shine..</div><div>let me be yours..and you're mine!</div><div><br /></div><div>happy birthday, Christina..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-4320332445729223147?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-22655124849155730762008-07-25T19:17:00.004-04:002008-07-25T20:40:17.209-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/SIpxQvTjXkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/-w-TGT2gSao/s1600-h/DSC02142.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/SIpxQvTjXkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/-w-TGT2gSao/s320/DSC02142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227114849907203650" /></a>Here it is..the deep sea...blue and vast..<div>waves dancing at the rocks...coming..going fast</div><div>One after the other...</div><div>and in the picture..</div><div>I see you..</div><div><br /></div><div>On the sand...writing a note..</div><div>A fiherman...with no boat!</div><div>A sailor...far away</div><div>waiting...at the "bay"</div><div>night and day...</div><div>to send a letter..a poem he wrote..</div><div>to you!</div><div><br /></div><div>A dream you were...</div><div>a secret wish..not to share!</div><div>A poem to write...</div><div>I won't dare!</div><div>and when you came...</div><div>I'm never the same</div><div>A poet...I became</div><div>and here my poem...</div><div>to you!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-2265512484915573076?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-90152550224262709062008-06-26T19:58:00.003-04:002008-06-26T20:31:16.646-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/SGQ0me5jlpI/AAAAAAAAAn0/QbAtQdhjVnw/s1600-h/DSCN2513.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/SGQ0me5jlpI/AAAAAAAAAn0/QbAtQdhjVnw/s320/DSCN2513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216352104136021650" /></a><br />In the morning...of everyday<div>before the sun...the first ray</div><div>comes your dreamy voice...through the phone</div><div>dew drops falling...at the dawn</div><div>a bird's song..</div><div>and I sing along..</div><div>to you..</div><div><br /></div><div>When the evening comes..</div><div>no more music...no drums</div><div>the sun dissolving...in a blue sea</div><div>do you hear me? do you see..</div><div>a bird...a song..</div><div>and I sing along...</div><div>I miss you!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-9015255022426270906?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-13432951350663060452008-06-22T17:37:00.004-04:002008-06-22T20:25:47.675-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/SF7tSr4_zJI/AAAAAAAAAns/NVO4XwoVmT4/s1600-h/Image809.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/SF7tSr4_zJI/AAAAAAAAAns/NVO4XwoVmT4/s320/Image809.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214866323816828050" /></a><br /><div>When the wind blow</div><div>in a summer night</div><div>a star in your eyes glow</div><div>a red balloon..a boy...a kite!</div><div><br /></div><div>When the rain..</div><div>kissed your cheeck</div><div>a swirling dervish.. dancing insane</div><div>in my eyes...take a peek</div><div><br /></div><div>Here I am...</div><div>I lost the words..and the poem...</div><div>a song..je t'aim</div><div>and the light...went dim</div><div><br /></div><div>How can I..</div><div>say it all...</div><div>mute and shy..</div><div>a soul to soul..</div><div><br /></div><div>Say it all..with no fear...</div><div>will you hear?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-1343295135066306045?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-46868318720181660352008-06-16T23:29:00.003-04:002008-06-17T01:31:28.396-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/SFdMDULEnVI/AAAAAAAAAnk/6Hs_4HbZAyA/s1600-h/DSCN2075.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/SFdMDULEnVI/AAAAAAAAAnk/6Hs_4HbZAyA/s320/DSCN2075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212718713543105874" /></a><br />A delicate flower you are..<div>and there is wind</div><div>a smile..a memory..and a scar</div><div>a moon asking..what happened?</div><div><br /></div><div>clouds hiding a sun</div><div>a foggy day</div><div>would you stay..would you run?</div><div>where's the way...</div><div><br /></div><div>here's a sign.. follow the heart</div><div>like a line...is it too hard?</div><div><br /></div><div>"maybe I should..live alone",</div><div>said the eyes</div><div>a dew drop...at a dawn!</div><div>as she cries</div><div><br /></div><div>we live...we die</div><div>we write the fate</div><div>we sin..we lie</div><div>what's the real..what's the shade?</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll be here...my little flower</div><div>don't you fear...I got the" feather"!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-4686831872018166035?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-30686746730399477502008-06-15T13:25:00.003-04:002008-06-15T14:06:42.342-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/SFVaKGwQssI/AAAAAAAAAnI/mTD2vni-gtw/s1600-h/P1010310.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/SFVaKGwQssI/AAAAAAAAAnI/mTD2vni-gtw/s320/P1010310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212171273409442498" /></a><br />When you look at the moon...<div>up there...in the sky</div><div>and when you hear the bird</div><div>still there...singing, but shy</div><div>looking from far..</div><div>asking where we are..!</div><div><br /></div><div>When the wind blow</div><div>and here comes the thunder</div><div>the rain..through the window</div><div>do you remember?</div><div>our hands together..</div><div>the fear..and the laughter..</div><div><br /></div><div>And here I am</div><div>following a memory..a feather</div><div>running alone..</div><div>collecting the pieces...one after the other</div><div>running everywhere..</div><div>Are you there?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-3068674673039947750?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-88387650057816341602007-05-11T23:02:00.000-04:002007-05-12T01:25:41.486-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/RkVFpgI68BI/AAAAAAAAACI/TX0wifKbEZU/s1600-h/violin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/RkVFpgI68BI/AAAAAAAAACI/TX0wifKbEZU/s320/violin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063529935352295442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">كفيض الماء<br />تنساب الموسيقى<br />قمرٌ في السماء<br />يبحث عن بريقه<br />شاعرٌ...</span><span style="font-size:130%;">لا يدري طريقه</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">بلا إحساس</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">عيون الناس<br />ثيابهمُ الأنيقة<br />صوت الكمان...<br />وجه الصديقة<br />فراغ المكان...<br />يدُها الرقيقة<br />جمال اللحظة<br />حلمٌ...أم حقيقة؟<br />نارٌ لظى<br />حيرته العميقة<br />فليتكِ تقرأين شعري<br />ليتكِ يا رفيقة!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-8838765005781634160?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-6987026278170054642007-04-30T21:17:00.000-04:002007-04-30T23:57:56.517-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/Rja6uQI68AI/AAAAAAAAACA/DVFy1P0MBpU/s1600-h/cel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/Rja6uQI68AI/AAAAAAAAACA/DVFy1P0MBpU/s320/cel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059436535166464002" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">وانتهى الشتاء<br />فهل تعود الطيور؟<br />وهل تعود...أصواتنا واللقاء<br />أشعاري...والسطور<br />وشيءٌ مني<br />أحكي عنها...وعني<br />وحين ينتهي النهار<br />تتناثر حروفاً..وكلمات<br />وعلى الطرقات<br />صدى...وشيءٌ من حنين<br />شكٌ...ولا يقين<br />ثمّ الرحيل<br />فلم يا شعرُ أعود؟</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-698702627817005464?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-16640744641214464022007-02-25T15:02:00.000-05:002007-02-25T15:07:36.335-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/ReHsQbldGkI/AAAAAAAAABk/OlOWm9rnuxw/s1600-h/joe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/ReHsQbldGkI/AAAAAAAAABk/OlOWm9rnuxw/s320/joe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035565625403841090" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> جوزف سماحة<br />(1949-2007)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-1664074464121446402?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-3257314377089783762007-02-18T22:59:00.000-05:002007-02-18T23:25:43.357-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/Rdkl4bldGjI/AAAAAAAAABY/m80463hxpiQ/s1600-h/clouds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/Rdkl4bldGjI/AAAAAAAAABY/m80463hxpiQ/s320/clouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033095709970995762" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">معمل الغيم...</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Picture taken on the way to Detroit, Sat 2/10/2007<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-325731437708978376?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-10363298041121764392007-02-15T02:07:00.000-05:002007-02-15T02:17:47.917-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/RdQJArldGiI/AAAAAAAAABM/VAHDaDizJjs/s1600-h/mom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/RdQJArldGiI/AAAAAAAAABM/VAHDaDizJjs/s320/mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031656590984157730" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">أمّي<br />في عيدكِ...ماذا أقول؟<br />لن يكفي شعرٌ...مهما يطول<br />لن يكفيَ نثر<br />قلماً...ومداده بحر!<br />يا أول وجهٍ لمحته في الدنيا<br />يا أول بسمة<br />يا مطراً في صحراء العمر...<br />ويا فيّا<br />شجراً...ووروداً حمر<br />يا أحلى كلمة<br />هل تقبلي هذي الكلمات؟<br />لولاك...هل كان حياة؟<br />يا دمعتي وضحكتي<br />يا لحناً أنتِ<br />وأغنيةً لنا...<br />هنا في غربتي<br />وبحورٌ تفصلنا<br />وأنت تنتظرين...<br />عودةً ولقاءاً...بعد حين<br />في عيدٍ آخرَ...يا "ماما"<br />وأنتِ بخير...وسلامة!<br /><br />وينعاد عليكِ....</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-1036329804112176439?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-88993756340869205772007-02-04T15:02:00.000-05:002007-02-05T02:04:13.363-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/RcbWkHLR08I/AAAAAAAAABA/bI-077nwTFU/s1600-h/DSCN2007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/RcbWkHLR08I/AAAAAAAAABA/bI-077nwTFU/s320/DSCN2007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027941949895726018" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">وها هو الثلج أتى<br />أبيضاً...صامتا<br />بلا أغنيات<br />ولا "فيروز"<br />والمدينة أمست كالعجوز<br />بيضاء ساكنة<br />تجمّدت فيها الحياة<br />"ميدوزا" مرّت من هنا<br />تحجّرت حتى الكلمات<br />أحلامنا...والذكريات<br />تدحرجت صمّاء...<br />على الطرقات المقفرة<br />وجوهٌ...وأسماء<br />أطيافهم في الذاكرة<br />حرارة اللقاء...<br />رحيلهم...برد الشتاء<br />نوارسٌ مهاجرة<br />بعيداً في السماء<br />وبقيتُ أنا<br />والثلج...والأشجار العارية<br />أوراقهمُ البالية<br />صورٌ لهم...وطيف<br />وأملٌ بغدٍ...وصيف<br />فهل سيأتي؟<br /></span> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Picture: <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Pittsburgh</st1:place></st1:city>’s winter, Feb 2007</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-8899375634086920577?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-66062461575175418212007-02-01T19:41:00.000-05:002007-02-02T01:22:16.736-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/RcK263LR02I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K56XxtUqhSY/s1600-h/yehya%21%21+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQxVChUgncE/RcK263LR02I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K56XxtUqhSY/s320/yehya%21%21+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026781256458818402" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >الإسم</span><span style="font-size:130%;">: يحيى<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >زمان الولادة</span><span style="font-size:130%;">: الإثنين 29 كانون ثاني 2007<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >المكان</span><span style="font-size:130%;">: مستشفى الجامعة الأميركية - بيروت<br /><br />يا أهلا بضيفنا الغالي...يا أهلا<br />بعيونك بشوف الدني أحلى<br />عصفور غنّى...وعالدني صبّح<br />ورد جوري...أوّل ما فتّح<br />حلو و غنّوج<br />وعالغصن بيموج<br />وقطر الندى عالخدّ يلمع<br />إجا "يحيى"...يا قمر اسمع<br />ومنّو استحي<br />ويا نجوم افرحي<br />ويا شعر غنّي...ويا قوافي<br />صحّي قلب...غافي<br />إجا "يحيى"...<br />ريتك أجمل عمر تحيا<br />ويملا الفرح...مشوار هالدنيا<br />مشوار..متل مابدّك<br />وحظ ونجاح..عالدَوْم حدّك<br />بوطن أحلى...ومرتاح بالو<br />وفيك يشوف حالو<br />يا أهلاً فيك يا يحيى... يا خالو!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-6606246157517541821?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1170186655316377602007-01-30T13:08:00.000-05:002007-01-30T14:50:55.530-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2253/2480/1600/144441/planetary002alignment.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2253/2480/320/704100/planetary002alignment.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">وفي رهبة الذكرى<br />وحرارة الأيام<br />وليالٍ تعدُّ عشرا<br />قمرٌ فوق الخيام<br />وفجر...<br />عطشٌ قرب نهر<br />ولا ماء<br />رمل و صحراء<br />أحمر الدماء<br />وجوهٌ و شهداء<br />حزن الزهراء<br />قرآنٌ وآية<br />وصوتٌ يحكي الحكاية<br />غربةٌ وأحزان<br />من القديمِ...وحتى الآن<br />فإلى متى؟<br />ها هو العاشر قد أتى<br />والوطن في أتون<br />بين أهلٍ في الداخل في جنون<br />ومن في الخارج يلعنون<br />وطناً يبكون<br />وحلماً بالعودة...يرثون<br />هم جميعاً...لا يدرون<br />فهل تغفرُ يا وطن؟</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-117018665531637760?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1168933572049477202007-01-16T00:12:00.000-05:002007-01-16T02:47:50.863-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2253/2480/1600/487418/DSCN1983.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2253/2480/320/245717/DSCN1983.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2253/2480/1600/348035/DSCN1983.jpg"><br /></a><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">وحين أتى المساء<br />مازال وحده<br />ليلٌ...وبرد شتاء<br />أوراقٌ ممزقةٌ حوله<br />و صدى لحنٍ قديم<br />و همس ذكريات<br />أفكارٌ...ولا كلمات<br />ضجيجٌ...ولا أصوات<br />وشيءٌ في نفسه... مات<br />وردةٌ...وكثير أشواك<br />قطرات دمٍ...هناك<br />وأثر...<br />وقمرٌ غاب كما حضر!<br />.......<br />وقف حيث انتهى<br />نفض عنه غبارها<br />رمى بالقصيدة<br />ومضى...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116893357204947720?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1167716998736995752007-01-01T22:59:00.000-05:002007-01-02T00:49:58.813-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2253/2480/1600/669337/DSCN1991.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2253/2480/320/347707/DSCN1991.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">تمهلّ يا قطار العمر<br />تمهلّ قليلا<br />تسيرُ بنا بين حلوٍ ومرّ<br />درباً طويلا<br />وأنا...<br />كزائرٍ بين المحطاتِ غريب<br />والعابرون...<br />من بعيدٍ...أو قريب<br />وجوهٌ بلا ملامح<br />على خشبات مسارح<br />دوراً يؤدّون<br />ثم يرحلون<br />أم تراهم ساكنون...<br />والراحلُ أنا<br />في قطار العمر<br />يسير بي...بين حلوٍ ومرّ!<br />و أنتِ...<br />أيّ دربٍ سلكتِ؟<br />وأيَّ أحلامٍ رسمتِ؟<br />وأيَّ أوهام<br />حتى انتهيتِ...<br />حيث أنا...<br />أقف هنا<br />في آخرِ المحطة<br />وفي يدي...حقيبةُ سفر<br />وقطعاً مبعثرةً من الأحلام<br />و قافيةً...وبعضاً من الأقلام<br />فهل تراكِ أيضاً... عابرة سبيل؟<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Picture: Last day in 2006, near the Capitol, <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Washington</st1:City>, <st1:state st="on">DC</st1:State></st1:place></span></div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116771699873699575?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1167201078071901662006-12-27T01:30:00.000-05:002006-12-27T01:31:18.073-05:00<div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2253/2480/1600/220566/flower_200.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2253/2480/320/911978/flower_200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">عارياً كما الشجر<br />في برد كانون<br />بلا أوراق...ولا ثمر<br />رمى الحقيبة...وتذكرة السفر<br />أشعاره...والشجون<br />وشوق اللقاء<br />ومتعةَ الجنون<br />وعاد وحيداً<br />خيالاً في المساء<br />ولا قمر...<br />قد غاب في عيون من انتظر<br />هناك...ولا أثر<br />أترى يجدهم حين يعود؟</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116720107807190166?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1164692718783815142006-11-27T23:18:00.000-05:002006-11-28T00:45:19.026-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1717.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1717.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">شو اللي صار يا هالأيام فينا<br />متل شي نجم انطفى...بعتمة ليالينا<br />والدّني غير الدّني...والناس<br />خيال ولا ملامح...ولا إحساس<br />لا ضحكة من القلب تطلع<br />لا لفتة...ولا حدا يسمع<br />صوت البكي<br />والحَكي...غير الحكي<br />وملح العمر منّا ضاع<br />وبحر الشعر فاضي... بلا شراع<br />وبلا أسرار...<br />وسكن الهوا...وهاجر البحّار<br />والحلم غيمة...بليلة صيف<br />متل كذبة...أو شي طيف<br />لاح...<br />شو حلو...وراح !<br />وبقيت الأشباح<br />وذكرى...بالقلب خيبة<br />وبحور تفصلنا...وغيبة<br />وزمن غير الزمن<br />وخوف وقلق...عا وطن<br />وعا أهل الوطن<br />من أهل الوطن!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116469271878381514?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1163743802764269632006-11-17T00:27:00.000-05:002006-11-17T01:10:02.786-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1824.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1824.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">كانوا اتنين...وحدن<br />بعتم الليل...بعدن<br />وقمر طالع<br />وجليد الصمت<br />أبرد من هوا تشرين<br />وتلج نازل<br />غطّى العشب بينن<br />كانوا اتنين...<br />هيَِ...وهوِّ<br />وفنجان قهوة...<br />برد حدّن!<br /><br />كانوا اتنين<br />حديث قلوب...بلغة العين<br />ماضي وذكريات<br />متل أوراق الشجر...منثورة<br />صورة...ورا صورة<br />ورد يابس...وبيوت مهجورة<br />وغراب البين<br />مدري إجا من وين<br />وعمر غفلة مرق<br />وحلم اللي انسرق<br />منّن!<br /><br />وتفرّقوا الاتنين<br />ونزلِ الشتي<br />من السما...والعين<br />وعلى الطرقات<br />صدى الأصوات<br />تحكي...عن اللي فات<br />وغاب القمر<br />وراحت القصة<br />وغصّة ورا غصّة<br />من بعد ضحكة<br />وصوت شاعر حكي<br />عنّن!</span><br /><span dir="rtl" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" lang="AR-LB" ></span><span dir="rtl" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" lang="AR-LB" ></span><span dir="rtl" lang="AR-LB" style="font-size:14;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116374380276426963?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1163397660041359472006-11-12T23:08:00.000-05:002006-11-13T01:01:00.273-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1693.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1693.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">وتمضي الحياة بنا...<br />يا صديقة<br />يوم لها...ويومٌ لنا<br />أهي الحقيقة؟<br />دعيني إذاً...أعيش في الأوهام!<br />دربي...دربٌ مع الأحلام...<br />فهل تدري طريقه؟<br />وأنتِ...أتعلمين...<br />أيُّ دربٍ تسلكين؟<br />وهل تذكرين...<br />طفولةً مضت...من سنين؟<br />أغنياتها...أتسمعين؟<br />كم كنّا أبرياء...<br />نلهو...حتى المساء<br />ونحلم بالأجمل!<br />بلا حياء<br />و لا خجل!<br />اليومَ وقد كبرنا..<br />أحلامنا...هل خسرنا؟<br />فهل معي يا صديقتي<br />عنها تبحثين؟</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116339766004135947?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1162973122572654182006-11-08T03:04:00.000-05:002006-11-08T22:57:38.640-05:00<div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/yara.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/yara.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">غنّوا...للحلو يارا<br />اليوم عيدا...والقمر جارا<br />شو بيحلى الورد حدّا<br />لونه... من لون خدّا<br />مطرح ما الصبح ندّى<br />وتمايلت أغصان الشجر<br />وتراقصت حبات المطر...<br />متل ما بدّا!<br />شو بدّك...يا عيون خالو<br />فيكِ الشعر...شو شاف حالو<br />يا ضحكة هالعمر...ما أجملها<br />إلك غنّوا..."يارا ال جدايلها"!<br />اليوم منّي هالهديّة<br />حلم وصلاة...وأمنيّة<br />تعيشي العمر...أيام ولا أحلى<br />وراحة بال...بحياتك كلها<br />وعقبال المية<br />يا من إلك وردي...والورد هيِّ!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116297312257265418?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1162359679320102222006-10-31T23:56:00.000-05:002006-11-01T00:52:20.293-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/clouds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/clouds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">غامض، مع عدم وضوح في الرؤية....<br />وانتظار....!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116235967932010222?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1161929099574130472006-10-26T23:54:00.000-04:002006-10-27T02:04:59.663-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/1D213ABE_5501_4F16_8BFF_9782A91E4025.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/1D213ABE_5501_4F16_8BFF_9782A91E4025.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />A new morning...and here I am.<br />Half asleep, in a pathology room...damn!<br />Infront of a microscope,<br />getting lost...no hope!<br />Patients turn into a slide,<br />An eye looking....from side to side.<br />Light shining,<br />we need staining.<br />Azeurophilic...red, or blue?<br />and I have no clue!<br />A blood smear I see,<br />Red cells...No...RBC!<br />A big, round cell,<br />It rings a bell.<br />A "blast" I shout,<br />I had no doubt!<br />A "reactive lymphocyte"*...<br />the pathologist says, starting a fight.<br />I think it's malignant!<br />He believes it's not significant.<br />The marrow is benign...<br />I was wrong. Ok...fine!<br />A name after a name..<br />I forgot my pathology course...what a shame!<br />I got the next one right...<br />I found it...a promyelocyte*!<br />Looking through the lenses, I feel dizzy.<br />May i leave?...please, I'm busy!<br />And I leave....running away.<br />I'll be treating patients...based on what you say!<br />please..please...no offence.<br />I hate the slides...the lab...and the lens!<br /><br />-With all respect, and admiration to pathology; science, practice, and doctors! :)<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />*Names of blood cells.<br />** Picture: A bone marrow biopsy of a 62 y.o. patient with leukemia we diagnosed today.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116192909957413047?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1161592083615122142006-10-23T02:36:00.000-04:002006-10-23T04:28:03.643-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1957.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1957.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">وأين العيد<br />أسأل في غربتي<br />أيرحل من جديد<br />من دون أن يأتي<br />أما زال في البعيد<br />يبحث عن طفولتي<br />وعن لعبتنا<br />أتذكرين؟<br />متى كبرنا...<br />أتعلمين؟<br />متى ضاع طعم العيد؟<br />في مرارة الأيام<br />مرح الطفولةِ...والعيش الرغيد<br />حلاوة الأحلام<br />عيديّتي في الصباح<br />حلوى جدّتي<br />اللهو والصياح<br />جمعُ الإحبةِ<br />فأين عيدي<br />اليوم لم يأتِ<br />قد خان موعدي<br />وها أنا في وحدتي<br />فأين أنتِ؟<br /><br />وكلّ عام وأنتم بخير...والأيام أحلى<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116159208361512214?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1161575785889779802006-10-22T23:52:00.000-04:002006-10-22T23:57:31.940-04:00<a href="http://mirvat.blogspot.com/2006/10/help-us-promote-this-website-we-hope.html">Mirvat</a> pointed out to me the following website aimed at marketinmg the lebanese workforce for job recruitment:<br /> <a href="www.hirelebanese.com">www.hirelebanese.com</a><br /><br />More information about it can be seen at the <a href="http://lebanonheartblogs.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-website.html">LBF website.</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116157578588977980?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1161322604437379782006-10-20T00:47:00.000-04:002006-10-20T02:27:07.983-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/godot_moon_ev.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/godot_moon_ev.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><dl style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"><dt><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><blockquote><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-*Let's go.</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-We can't.</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-Why not? </span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-We're waiting for Godot. </span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-(despairingly). Ah! (Pause.) You're sure it was here? </span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-What? </span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-That we were to wait! </span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-He didn't say for sure he'd come. </span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-And if he doesn't come? </span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-We'll come back tomorrow. </span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-And then the day after tomorrow. </span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-Possibly. </span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-And so on. </span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-The point is— </span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-Until he comes. </span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:100%;">-You're merciless. </span></dd><br /></blockquote></dt></dl>Waiting....All my life I've been waiting,<br />and I'm still waiting!<br />No giving up...no hating.<br />Godot never fading...<br />yet, never around.<br />We're bound.<br />No light. No hint. No sound!<br />A deadly vicious cycle we live.<br />Blind and deaf.<br />A gambling game.<br />We all the same.<br />Are you?<br />Since I was born, and my story with waiting is never ending. A step after another, I wait for the next.<br />A sailor amid a sea, with no shore to see.<br />Temporary stops, one after the other. From a date, to another.<br />Will I ever settle? Passing a station after the other, with no signs of taking off..<br />And ahead goes the shuttle.<br />A long long tunnel.<br />Will there be light?<br />And time is tight.<br />Looking for Godot.<br />Waiting for Godot.<br />Waiting for the waiting.<br />All my life....waiting.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >*Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckette, was played last night by the Gate Theatre of Ireland at Byham theatre, Pittsburgh, PA.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116132260443737978?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1161238176279827962006-10-19T02:09:00.000-04:002006-10-19T02:13:24.150-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/505202%7EThe-Science-Of-Sleep-Posters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/505202%7EThe-Science-Of-Sleep-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">دعني...<br />أغرق في الأحلام قليلاً...دعني<br />في صمت الليل أغني<br />وأرى طفلاً يشبهني<br />يلهو مرحاً<br />يرقص فرحاً<br />ويلوّن أيام العمرِ<br />بالأخضر...بالأحمر...والزهري<br />يضحك حينا...وحيناً يبكي<br />عن غولٍ...عن بطلٍ يحكي<br />ويطير مع السحابِ ويعلو<br />طيراً يحلو<br />عصفوراً يزقزق في فرحِ<br />ألوانه من قوس القزحِ<br />ويمضي...<br />كصحوةِ عينٍ من غمضِ<br />ويضيع الحلم مع الصبحِ<br />غموضاً يبقى...بلا شرحِ<br />وهل للأحلامِ من معنى؟</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*مستوحى من فيلم The Science of Sleep</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116123817627982796?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1160721494655859212006-10-13T01:52:00.000-04:002006-10-13T02:39:27.976-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1949.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1949.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">أهكذا النهاية يا خريف؟<br />موتٌ...على الرصيف؟<br />شحوب اللون...والإصفرار<br />ضعفٌ وانكسار<br />ريح الشمال...<br />جليد الصمت<br />موت الجمال...<br />جمال الموت!<br />رحيلٌ...وأطلال<br />ولا شاعرٌ يبكي...ولا صوت<br />زهورٌ هوت...ولا ثمار<br />رمادٌ في السماء...بلا نار<br />حكم الأقدار<br />والإنتظار!<br />ويوم أهوي<br />عمراً يا خريفُ سأطوي<br />فمن سيذكرني؟<br />ورقةٌ صفراء تذروها الرياح<br />سلامٌ لكم مني<br />فهذا ليلٌ...بلا صباح!</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Picture: Devonshire street, 11 October 2006, Pittsburgh, PA</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116072149465585921?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1160543165703819322006-10-10T23:47:00.000-04:002006-10-11T01:06:05.893-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1947.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1947.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">كامرأةٍ ...تتجملين<br />عطراً وألوان<br />جنوناً ترقصين<br />صخباً...بلا ألحان<br />مدينةٌ...لا تنام<br />مدينة الأحلام<br />زوّاركِ...والساهرون<br />سكارى...يهربون<br />من خوفهم...والجراح<br />وبين ذراعيكِ<br />جنةٌ...حتى الصباح<br />همومهم عليكِ<br />بلا رحمةٍ...يُلقون!<br />ثم يرحلون<br />عنكِ!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116054316570381932?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1160116613863379042006-10-06T01:17:00.000-04:002006-10-06T02:37:54.883-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1660.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1660.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">- وين بدّكِ نلتقى أول مرة؟<br />- إنتَ وين بدّك؟<br />- حيالله...بس منمرق عل AUB<br />من بعدها.<br />- وليش الAUB؟<br />- الAUB ما كانت بس جامعتي...كانت حياة ومشوار عمر...<br />فيها قضيت تلت هالعمر، وصعب تعرفيني بلا الAUB!<br /><br />وهكذا كان...وبعد أقل من 24 ساعة على وصولي إلى الوطن، كنت هناك...<br />أمام main gate أزرع ذكرياتٍ جديدة في مكان ليس فيه زاوية، إلا وتحكي ذكرى أو قصة.<br />كنت أمامكِ يا AUB.<br />في شارعٍ يبعث فيّ من الأحاسيس ما تعجز عن نقله الكلمات...<br />بلس...بعجقته وصخب الطلاب<br />المحلات الصغيرة...لقاء الأحباب<br />قمرٌ طلع...ثم غاب<br />وها أنت يا AUB...أتذكريني؟<br />كنت في الثامنة عشرة لمّا أتيتك باحثاً عمّا يُرضي الطموح والأنانية<br />ومضت الأيام...<br />صفوفٌ...تعبٌ...بسمةٌ...وكثير خيبات<br />"عبق الذكريات"<br />وها أنا اليوم...أنظر إليك ولا أعرفكِ<br />نفس المباني والقرميد<br />العشب الأخضر...الساعة من بعيد<br />ولكن أين أنا...وأين هم؟<br />أين أصواتهم؟<br />أين أحلامي وأحلامهم؟<br />خطواتهم لا زالت تحكيها الطرقات<br />صورهم ضاعت...كذا الأصوات<br />كم موجعةٌ تلك النظرات<br />الوجوه الغريبة...تحدّق فيَّ وتقول...غريبٌ من بعيدٍ آت!<br />أنا الغريب...هنا<br />أسرق زيارةً لها...ولي أنا<br />أسرق بعض صور<br />أخبئها...كدُرر<br />وكضيفٍ أرحلُ سريعاً قبل المساء<br />لا دمعةٌ...لا التفافةٌ إلى الوراء<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1663.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1663.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">الصورمن AUB في 28 أيلول 2006</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-116011661386337904?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1159857366867404902006-10-03T01:26:00.000-04:002006-10-03T02:36:06.983-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1739.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1739.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">كان النهار يحشد لقدوم المغيب والرحيل حين حطّت الطائرة العملاقة على أرض المطار،<br />وسريعاً غادرت أنزل درجاتٍ حيث تفوح رائحة اللهفة والحنين<br />لآلاف القادمين<br />ووقف شرطي أمن المطار يتصفح جواز سفري الأزرق وهو بلا مبالاة يسأل: ولم عدت؟<br />كم تكرر هذا السؤال على مسمعي طوال أسبوعي زيارتي القصيرة...<br />ولم أجب بالمرة<br />ليست لأن الإجابة مُرّة<br />بل لأنها واضحةٌ كالشمس<br />كاليوم بعد الأمس<br />عدتُ....<br />عدتُ أبحث عن ذاك الأنا الذي تاه في الزحام...<br />عن ضجة أحلامي...في هدوء المنام<br />عن طفلٍ يلهو بطيارةٍ ورقية...ويحلم أن يطير إلى البعيد...<br />إلى ما وراء ذاك الأبيض المتوسط<br />عدت ألتقط ما بقي من عمر مضى<br />عن لعبٍ ودمى<br />ووردةٍ ذبلت وحيدة تحت شباكها<br />وهي مشغولةٌ تعدّ الأيام...وتحلم بعودته<br />عدت...وقد تحطمت سفني<br />في عواصف الأيام<br />عدتُ محملاً بالآثام<br />أبحث عن ملاك...بين الشياطين<br />وهم اليقين<br />وعدت أبحث بين الوجوه عنها<br />عن شيءٍ منها<br />عن انعكاس خيالي في عينيها<br />وفي قلبها<br />عدتُ لأبني بيوتاً جديدةً للذكريات<br />بين مستحيلٍ...وهيهات<br />فهل تراني أبكيها في رحلة عودتي المقبلة؟</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">الصورة: شاطيء بيروت تحرسه الصخرة القديمة-28 أيلول 2006</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115985736686740490?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1159650995132411522006-09-30T17:11:00.000-04:002006-09-30T17:16:35.183-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/bench.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/bench.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Take care...<br />I'll miss you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115965099513241152?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1159272775739700842006-09-26T08:04:00.000-04:002006-09-26T08:12:57.216-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1632.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1632.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">وتجمّعت تلك الغيوم<br />في السماء...وفي العيون<br />تحكي الهموم<br />أشباح ماضٍ...على الجفون<br />وهبّ الريح يلاعب شعركِ<br />ويتراقصُ حولكِ<br />وعلى الطرقات<br />تناثرت صفراء أوراق الشجر<br />فالصيف مات<br />ودمع المطر<br />قطراتٍ قطرات<br />تنحت ذكريات<br />على الحجر<br />صورتكِ...والقمر<br />فهل ستذكرين؟<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">الصورة: سماء بيروت- 25 أيلول 2006</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115927277573970084?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1159007057670954242006-09-23T04:23:00.001-04:002006-09-23T11:05:33.396-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1500.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1500.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">في مكانٍ بالذكريات عبق<br />كان لقاء<br />شالٌ مخمليٌ...وكيس ورق<br />ووردةٌ بيضاء<br />ارتباكٌ...حديث عيون<br />عقلٌ...وجنون<br />وصمتكِ...ثم صمتي<br />جميلةٌ أنتِ<br />حين تغنين<br />وحين تصمتين<br /><br />سبعةٌ...في سلّة الأزهار<br />بعض نورٍ...كثيرٌ من الأسرار<br />فهمٌ...بعد تيه<br />شعرٌ...يبحث عن معانيه<br />وعنكِ<br />صوره كلّها منكِ<br />ألا تحبين الصور؟<br />وتكرهين الكلام<br />شمسٌ...وردٌ...وبعض شجر<br />كثيرٌ من الغمام<br />أراه في عينيكِ<br />وحواليكِ<br />فأيَّ صورةٍ تأخذين؟<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">الصورة: فالوغا-لبنان 19 أيلول 2006</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115900705767095424?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1158241983383176582006-09-14T09:44:00.000-04:002006-09-14T09:53:03.413-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/5Satellite1024x768.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/5Satellite1024x768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">يللا...فتّكم بخير...<br />إلى الوطن..<br />إلى اللقاء!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115824198338317658?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1158216935401933302006-09-14T01:57:00.000-04:002006-09-14T02:56:19.480-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/businesswoman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/businesswoman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">ينتابني الشعور الغريب ذاته ليلة كلّ سفر..<br />الشعور بالإنفصال التام عن كلِّ شيءٍ حولي، حتى كأنّ كلَّ ما حولي هو حلمٌ طويلٌ طويل...<br />كحمرة شمس الأصيل... سرعان ما تزول بعدما ملأت السماء من فوقي.<br />الأماكن...الأشخاص...الأصوات كأنها صدى أو خلفيةٌ مُهمَلة...بينما أنا أمضي كعابر سبيل...في مدينة أعيش فيها من سنين.<br />أشعر أنني هناك...<br />حيث القلب يعيش وينبض...<br />في بيروت...<br />ويراودني القلق...كيف ستستقبلني بيروت؟<br />أزقتها الضيقة...والعتبات...الأبواب والشبابيك...والنظرات!<br />هوا بيروت...حبّ بيروت...نزقها...عنفوانها...كبرياءها...وجعها...<br />والأغنيات<br />للغائبين والآهات.<br />خجِلا سأكون...منها...من حزنها<br />من وجوه الشهداء<br />عيون الأحياء<br />حياتهم...أحلامهم...آلامهم...وضحكاتهم<br />ومن الصباح<br />سأخجل كلما لاح<br />أين كنتُ عندما قامت الدنيا...<br />بعيداً كنت...<br />وكنتِ يا بيروت لي...صوراً...خبراً...وأغنية!<br />فكيف لاأخجل؟<br />من دمار الضاحية...<br />من الجنوب<br />عبق الفراق على الدروب<br />والتعب<br />والعتب!<br />فكيف ستستقبلني أيها الوطن؟<br />غداً سألقاكَ<br />وألقاكِ...<br />فعمّا ستحكي؟</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115821693540193330?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1158117374545967202006-09-12T20:59:00.000-04:002006-09-12T23:24:46.140-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/Photo-0056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/Photo-0056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">آهٍ...أيها المطر<br />غزيرٌ دمعك انهمر<br />جميلٌ...كوجهها...<br />كالقمر!<br />حزينٌ...كبحارٍ طال في السفر!<br />أنت تشبهني...وتشبهها<br />متقلبٌ كحالها<br />كالقدر!<br />لو ترى وجهها يا مطر!<br />لو ترى عيناها...<br />قصيدةٌ بدرُ غناها...<br />أنشودةٌ للمطر*!<br />أنشودةٌ للخريف<br />للأصفر على الشجر<br />لحن الحفيف<br />أنت يا مطر<br />ماضٍ قد حضر<br />بعد الغياب<br />عبر المحيط...والعُباب<br />سماؤنا الزرقا<br />لهفةٌ للقا<br />وانقشاع الضباب<br />نور الصباح...أو أنقى<br />وردةٌ...قصيدةٌ...وباب<br />وصوت المطر...<br />أتسمعين؟<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*مطلع</span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.adab.com/modules.php?name=Sh3er&doWhat=shqas&amp;qid=21"> " أنشودة المطر"</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> لبدر شاكر السيّاب:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">عيناك غابتا نخيلٍ ساعة السحر... </span></span><br /></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Picure: rain outside Hemophilia center, Pittsburgh, PA</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115811737454596720?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1158042132045351612006-09-12T00:35:00.000-04:002006-09-12T02:28:04.093-04:00Ok...somehow, I managed to avoid this tagging thing for a while, and thought I'm immune to it.<br />But thanx to my friend <a href="http://mirvat.blogspot.com/2006/09/been-tagged-damn-it-ive-been-tagged-by.html">Mirvat</a>, who tagged me with this!<br />Bassita, Mirvat....alayamo baynana! :)<br />Anyway, here are the questions and the answers. A word of caution first. It's past mid-night, and everybody knows that kalamu ellayl, yam7oho el nahar!<br /><br /><strong>1- Do you like the look and the contents of your blog?</strong><br />Somehow yes! My blog initially started in English, which was ok, but always felt it's not exactly me. Though I always loved reading in English, writing was another issue. I speak English at work, with strangers on street, etc etc, but at the end of the day, I feel, think, and dream Arabic. When I started Arabic posts, soon Arabic took over. Somehow it felt more like me, and what I feel. This made the blog much more personal, and so I can safely say I like it.<br />The look? mmmm I meant to leave it as simple as possible. The pictures I choose sometimes take longer time to be prepared than the post itself. I take special attention at them, and never take them for granted.<br /><br /><strong>2- Does your family know about your blog?</strong><br /><br />Only one of my sisters know, or at least that what I think ;)<br /><br /><strong>3- Can you tell your friends about your blog? Do you consider it a private thing?</strong><br /><br />Yes. I was telling alot of people around me about it, and initially wanted to be read. I later discovered that much more friends were reading me than I thought.<br />No matter how many people read my blog, it will always be a private thing.<br />It's how alot of my friends check on me anyway!<br /><br /><strong>4- Do you just read the blogs of those who comment on your blog? or you try to discover new blogs?</strong><br /><br />In the beginning, I used to explore more and more blogs, but this was tiring and time consuming. Now, I have to admit, unfortunately, I read for a few of my favourite bloggers.<br />I always visit the bloggers who comment on mine, but most of the time for one or twice. This is only because of time resrtaints.<br /><br /><strong>5- Did your blog positively affect your mind? Give an example.</strong><br /><br />Yes, very much. The blog made me reach far far in my poetry, and write about things Inever thought I will. It's very inspiring. This defintely had a positive effect on my mood and my personality. I usually read my posts first thing next morning, and feel good if I like it, opr the comments carry good stuff. This is sometimes the highlight of my days!<br /><br /><strong>6- What does the number of visitors to your blog mean? Do you use a traffic counter?</strong><br /><br />I would be lying if I say I don't look at it. I used to look more in the beginning, and feel bad if the visitors are declining.<br /><br /><strong>7- Did you imagine how other bloggers look like?</strong><br /><br />ofcourse. In fact, I had this thing for a long time, imagining old historic figures, writers of books or columns in newspapers..etc. It's so hard for me not imagine and sometimes create faces of people I interact with through reading them, or chatting with.<br /><br /><strong>8- Do you think blogging have any real benefit?</strong><br /><br />eh...besalli w be7alli! I defer the answer!<br /><br /><strong>9- Do you think that the blogsphere is a stand alone community separated from the real world?</strong><br /><br />Noway. It's meant to be a reflection of us, our lives, our feelings, our dreams, our disappointments....or at least my blog is! Just look at the last war we had in Lebanon, and see how the blog was an integral part of our resistance, our grief, and our thinking.<br /><br /><strong>10- Do some political blogs scare you? Do you avoid them.</strong><br /><br />Sacre no. The right word is nauseating, and headache-provoking. After long years living in Lebanon, I'm sick of politics.<br /><br /><strong>11- Do you think that criticizing your blog is useful?</strong><br /><br />in a way yes, but can be sometimes surprising. My blog is a personal thing that reflects me, and what I went through. Not everybody understands what is behing each post! Criticism is nice, bass sometimes can be coming out of ignorance to what was behind the post.<br /><br /><strong>12- Have you ever thought about what happen to your blog in case you died.</strong><br /><br />It will be lost like alot of old websites.....a yellow leaf that fell down from a large tree in September....will anyone care?<br /><br /><strong>13- Which blogger had the greatest impression on you?</strong><br />now you want some to be angry at me?! Every blog I visit affected me in a way or another.<br /><br /><strong>14- Which blogger you think is the most similar to you.</strong><br /><br />Not sure what you mean by similar, bass I relate to alot. I relate alot to <a href="http://archmemory.blogspot.com/">Arch Memory</a>'s poetry, though he usually writes in English.<br /><br /><strong>15- Name a song you want to listen to?</strong><br /><br />Now? Julia's "<a href="http://song3.6arab.com/julia-bu6ros_waqef-ya-zaman.ram">waef ya zaman</a>" has been in my mind for days!<br /><br /><strong>16- Ask five bloggers to answer these question on their blogs?<br /><br /></strong>hmmmm...yes!<br />ok..let me think:<br /><br /><a href="http://archmemory.blogspot.com/">Arch Memory<br /></a><a href="http://clozblog.blogspot.com/">Coco</a><br /><a href="http://www.seriously-please.blogspot.com/">Gitanes</a><br /><br />ok...faddayneha seireh!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115804213204535161?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1157873647700837212006-09-10T00:41:00.000-04:002006-09-10T11:49:40.593-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/ouv_table.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/ouv_table.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">تعالي...يا طيور تعالي<br />لأسرق بعضاً من أشعار<br />لأخبئه لها...في بالي<br />وحقيبة أسفار<br />لأغنيَ لها علناً...بين الأسرار!<br />لأعزف لحناً...من أفكار<br />أحلاماً...كانت تأتيني في كلِّ منام<br />فإذا بي...أبحر في بحر ظنونيَ والأوهام<br />أنسى نفسي...<br />غدي...وأمسي<br />وأعيش اللحظة<br />فهل وهماً وردياً ما أحظى؟<br />وهل طيف خيالٍ جاء؟<br />"<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">كسرابٍ بقيعةٍ يحسبه الظمآن ماء</span>"*<br />تفاحةُ آدمَ...إغراء حواء؟<br />لعبة كلماتٍ...وأسماء؟<br />أترى أفهمكِ...<br />حين أرى عينيكِ؟<br />ودون كلام<br />شعريَ والأحلام<br />قد حان الوقت<br />لنكسر هذا الصمت<br />وهذه دعوتي...<br />لنلتقي...أنا وأنتِ<br />فماذا تقولين؟<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*سورة النور- آية 39- القرآن الكريم</span></span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115787364770083721?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1157698982019462722006-09-07T22:26:00.000-04:002006-09-08T03:37:07.800-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/r1999205358.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/r1999205358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> <br /></span><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">رجعت <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://arabic2.salmiya.net/songs/feyroz/ram/feyroz87.ram">الطيارة</a><br />عسما بيروت...<br />حزينة...عم تنفض دمارا<br />بس ما بتموت<br />يا ترى منستاهلِك؟<br />يا إمّنا يا بيروت.<br /><br />الحمدالله عالسلامة...<br />وعقبال بحرنا...ونفوسنا.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Picture: courtesy reuters</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115769898201946272?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1157349362450672252006-09-04T00:23:00.000-04:002006-09-04T02:03:16.483-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1438.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1438.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">زهقت...إي إي زهقت...ليه مستغربين!<br />زهقت درس واستعداد لفحص ورا فحص...سنة بعد سنة، وبكرة هالعمر بيخلص، والفحوصات والدرس والقلق ما بيخلصوا!<br />بعرفِك عم تضحكي، سمعتِك إنت وعم تسأليني إذا هيدا آخر فحص بهالمسيرة اللي اسمالله حتصير ملحمة يونانيّة أو شي فيلم أميريكي مدري هندي بس كتير طويل..<br />وأنا جاوبتك إنّو إي إي...لأ! انبسطتِ؟ اضحكي لشوف...<br />شو كان عبالي وقت اللي قررت أعمل حكيم؟ كان يوم أسود ومنيّل على رأي المصاروة!<br />وين كان عقلي؟ الله عهيديك الساعة!!<br />ليه ما عملت بيزنس؟ تلات سنين ويمكن سنة ماستر...وخلص...شو الدرس للشبع؟<br />ما عأساس كنت بفترة من الفترات بدّي كون متل هالتنين الأخضر الصغير رجل إطفاء! اتذكرتو هوّ وبيّو..!!<br />ومرة كنت بدّي كون رسام...عيش بفقر وموت بفقر...وانشهر بعد ما موت...بس ولا على بالي ساعتها...<br />بس أحلى حلم كان أنّو كون شوفير شحن لأنن قباضايات متل ما كنت فكّر!<br />عم تضحكو؟<br />عالقليلة ما إنّي متل هالصديقة اللي بعدها اليوم وهيّ بين فيران المختبر، قايلتلي إنّو حلمها كانت تكون رقّاصة...إي رقّاصة وبترقص عالدقة ونص! ويلّلا...دقي يا مزيكا!! قال مصاري وشهرة ونجوميّة...مش أحسن من قعدتها بهالمختبر بآخر الدني، وبنهار أحد...عم تطعمي خلايا و بكتيريا؟<br />هلّق اللي صار صار...وأكلنا الضرب وبعدني عم بدرس لفحوصات ما عم تخلص، واتحسّر على أحلام راحت لمّا قررنا إنّو قال يابا شو...نحط عقلنا براسنا ونعمل شي مفيد بس نكبر!...وطارت الأحلام والعمر مرق وأنا بعدني بدوّر على حالي...وعلى مكان إلي بهالعالم!<br />أنيواي...أنا شو بدكم فيّي...شو بالنسبة إلكم؟<br />حدا منكم حقق حلم طفولتو؟<br />وإنتو صغار...شو كنتو عم تحلموا تعملوا بس تكبروا؟<br />ما تستحوا...سرّكم بأمان...وكلها خربشات بخربشات!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115734936245067225?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1157089597594776452006-09-01T01:11:00.000-04:002006-09-03T21:38:02.113-04:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/ayloul.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/ayloul.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">وعاد أيـلول<br />فأين الطيور المهاجرة؟<br />وأجابه صمتها...تقول..<br />قد غادروا في الصيف...مع القوافل المسافرة<br />أترى تعود؟<br />وهوَ...هل يعود؟<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Picture: Bayard ave, Pittsburgh, PA</span> </span><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_midsize_black.swf" quality="high" name="audio_player_midsize_black" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="audio_id=1801923&audio_duration=362.217&amp;valid_sample_rate=true&external_url=http://media.odeo.com/8/1/7/warko_alasfar.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="60" width="150"><br /><a style="font-size: 9px; padding-left: 37px; color: rgb(106, 153, 254); letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://odeo.com/audio/1801923/view"><span style="font-size:100%;">ورقو الأصفر- فيرو</span>ز</a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115708959759477645?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1157006065793663682006-08-31T00:58:00.000-04:002006-08-31T10:07:40.546-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/Pen_paper.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/Pen_paper.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span style="font-size:130%;">يوم ضاع مني الصوت<br />في زحمة الأيام<br />وغطّى ضجيج الصمت<br />كلّ الكلام<br />ومضى قطار العمر<br />في غفلةٍ يمُرّ<br />في ما نسيت من محطات<br />خيباتٍ تلو خيبات!<br />وجوهٌ غريبة<br />يقينٌ ضاع في ريبة<br />أتت مدوّنتي<br />همساً لصرختي<br />منبراً لكلمتي<br />في حزني...وفرحتي<br />بئراً للأسرار<br />ما كان وما صار<br />وقصيدتي لها<br />فيها أخبيء اسمها<br />"بين السطور"<br />ظلامٌ يمحوه نور<br />ومرجعٌ للذكريات<br />تفتيشٌ عن الذات<br />أو بعض من كلمات<br />"</span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:130%;" >...ليست كالكلمات</span><span style="font-size:130%;">"<br /><br />وينعاد عليكم ما سميّ عيداً للمدوّنين...<br />ينعاد عليكِ...</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115700606579366368?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1156745774955210822006-08-27T23:57:00.000-04:002006-08-28T02:16:14.986-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/beirut%20bw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/beirut%20bw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">وأسألكِ...<br />كيف أنتم هناك؟<br />وكيف الوطن؟ أرض الوطن؟ وأهل الوطن؟<br />وكيف بيروت؟<br />الزواريب الضيّقة التي تحكي خطوات طفولتي...وطفولتكِ؟<br />يوم كنتُ لا أعرفكِ...<br />والبنايات والبيوت العتيقة ...يتردد في أرجاءها ضحكاتي<br />وضحكاتكِ...<br />يوم كنتُ لا أعرفكِ...<br />وقبل أن تتحوّل صوراً على بطاقات معايدة...<br />لأعيادٍ لم تعد تأتي<br />كيف أنتِ؟<br />كيف بيتُ جدّي...وصخره العتيق؟<br />و"سطيحةٍ" رحيبة...نسيمه الرقيق...<br />بقايا الورود التي غرستها جدتي...قبل الرحيل<br />عريشةٌ يبست...منذ زمنٍ طويل!<br />كيف المنارة...وقد أصابها صاروخ حقدٍ أعمى<br />أما زالت تحكي قصصَ بحارةٍ رحلوا...<br />وما عادوا...<br />ولا ماتوا...!<br />وكيف حالُ بحري...وبحركِ...<br />ومأمن سرّكِ...<br />أين الأمواجُ ومراكبُ الصيادين<br />أغنياتهم...والحنين<br />كيف تحوّلت زرقته...أسوداً كليلٍ بلا نور<br />من بيروتَ...إلى صور<br />وكيف الحمرا...<br />ومقاهيها التي تتناقص مرةً بعد مرة<br />وبسطات الكتب البالية<br />أما زلت تفضلينها على كلّ المعارض الآتية؟<br />فبين سطورها أحلامٌ وعشقٌ مخبئ..<br />من كلِّ من سبق وقرأ!<br />أما زالوا هناك؟<br />وهيَ...أما زالت على الشباك؟<br />تنتظر قدومه...مع انتهاء الحرب<br />مقفرٌ هو الدرب<br />وكيف البلد...والوسط<br />والسهر... إذا الليلُ هبط<br />وكيف وكيف...<br />ها قد مضى الصيف<br />بين القنابل والحروب<br />وخوفٌ مما سيأتي...مع الغروب<br />أجيبيني يا حلوة<br />هل ما زال فيكِ...بعض قوة؟</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115674577495521082?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1156477326911875662006-08-24T22:56:00.000-04:002006-08-24T23:49:27.826-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/pluto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/pluto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Far...far...in the space<br />shining eyes...a happy face<br />a jury decision...a serious tone:<br />"Pluto demoted"...he lost the throne.<br />And in the background...<br />a laugh...so loud<br />from Pluto...at all of us<br />insignificant creatures...making a fuss!<br /><br /><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">بس دخلكم...قديش في "كواكب" ببلادنا خرج تتنزّل عن عروشها؟ ؛)</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Picture: Pluto with its two moons, Hubble telescope</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115647732691187566?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1156142033687887392006-08-21T01:36:00.000-04:002006-08-21T10:37:21.463-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/harissa3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/harissa3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span style="font-size:130%;">وكانت في البال قصيدة<br />واختنقت فيّ الكلمات<br />وغدا إحساس الشِعر بعيدا<br />وعاندتني القوافي...والأبيات<br />أحلامي...ضاعت في الأحزان<br />صورهم...مازالت في الأذهان<br />هل أهرب منهم<br />وهم أهلي...ووجودي هم؟<br />والوطن الحبيب<br />مازال على الصليب<br />وإكليل الشوك يقطر دما<br />ويعتصر قلبه ألما!<br /><br />فحتى متى...يا قلبي<br />درب الآلام...سيبقى دربي؟<br />والأخبار...<br />ليلاً ونهار<br />أفكاري...خوفي...وتحليلاتي<br />عمّا صار...وعن الآتي<br />دعوني...<br />أعود إلى عقلي...وجنوني<br />أريد يوماً..."عادي"<br />أن لا يُذكرَ في الأخبار... اسمُ بلادي<br />وأريدها<br />أن تغني للحياة في فنّها<br />للأزهار...وللأطيار<br />وأن أكتب فيها الأشعار<br />أكثيرٌ ما أطلب؟<br />أم تراني حقاً أهرب؟<br />ماذا تقولين؟</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115614203368788739?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1155625709618771012006-08-14T23:53:00.000-04:002006-08-15T03:08:34.703-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/capt.d90ed1a0fcb74f668635813cea52c902.lebanon_israel_mideast_fighting_un_axlp125.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/capt.d90ed1a0fcb74f668635813cea52c902.lebanon_israel_mideast_fighting_un_axlp125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">وماذا بعد...<br />وقد سكتت مدافعهم<br />وتحطمت أحلامهم<br />وتناثرت قطعاً على أرض الجنوب<br />وعلى الدروب<br />تلوح قوافل العائدين<br />لهفةٌ...وحنين<br />وخوفٌ في عيونهم<br />مما يخبئه الركام<br />على أحبتهم<br />بيتٍ...وشيءٍ من الأحلام<br />هنا كانوا...<br />أحلامهم...والذكريات<br />أصواتهم...والضحكات<br />صورهم...ودفاتر الأشعار<br />تحكي قصصهم...والأسرار<br />ينادونهم...<br />ويجيب غيابهم<br />ووحشة المكان<br />وما قد كان<br /><br />وماذا بعد...<br />الآن أبكيكم...<br />وطناً...أعرفه فيكم<br />بلا أسماء...أناديكم<br />واحداً واحداً أرثيكم<br />فهل تسمعون؟<br />غنائي لكم...هل تسمحون؟<br />وتسامحون؟<br />أفٍّ لك يا منون<br />هيهات يعودوا هيهات<br />والآهة تتبعها آهات...<br /><br />وماذا بعد...<br />في فوضى الركام<br />وما فعلت بنا الأيام<br />قم وانفض غبارك يا وطن<br />يا وجعي...وفن<br />جميلاً ستبقى<br />... رغم المحن<br />ونحن سنبقى<br />"كلنا للوطن"<br />وأما أنتِ<br />لكِ سأبعث وردتي<br />والأمل<br />بأيامٍ أحلى...وأجمل!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115562570961877101?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1155521522685559952006-08-13T22:03:00.000-04:002006-08-13T22:26:21.526-04:00<div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"وبتولع حروب...وبتنطفي حروب<br />وبتضلّك حبيبي...يا تراب الجنوب"</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/capt.5aeb8f0be52849f4bad11bcc8ec1d112.lebanon_mideast_fighting_abc103.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/capt.5aeb8f0be52849f4bad11bcc8ec1d112.lebanon_mideast_fighting_abc103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/r578899670.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/r578899670.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/IMG_1365.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/IMG_1365.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115552152268555995?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1155519766079117522006-08-13T21:04:00.000-04:002006-08-14T00:23:45.440-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/capt.sge.efy37.130806225239.photo03.photo.default-512x323.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/capt.sge.efy37.130806225239.photo03.photo.default-512x323.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/2006_08_11t125248_450x295_us_mideast_israel_announcement.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/2006_08_11t125248_450x295_us_mideast_israel_announcement.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/capt.0a1adda5d2834732affbf45e3e94509c.mideast_fighting_lebanon_ksd104.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/capt.0a1adda5d2834732affbf45e3e94509c.mideast_fighting_lebanon_ksd104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/capt.2a760e60630d48dc98eb8de60b5333cf.mideast_fighting_lebanon_ksd102.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/capt.2a760e60630d48dc98eb8de60b5333cf.mideast_fighting_lebanon_ksd102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />But I'm not surprised....<br />what I hope is that they will be held accounted for what they are doing...<br />ethically, and politically...<br />and infront the international courts....<br />do they still exist?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115551976607911752?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1155107513455663932006-08-09T01:29:00.002-04:002006-08-12T16:18:30.200-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/capt.sge.tmb26.240706215908.photo06.photo.default-512x296.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/capt.sge.tmb26.240706215908.photo06.photo.default-512x296.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">أربعة أسابيع مرّت...ولا فجر خلاصٍ في الأفق.<br />أربعة أسابيع...ووجه الوطن غطته سحابة سوداء...سحابةٌ لاتحمل خيراً أو مطراً، بل قتلاً...تدميراً...ومناشير موت.<br />ويختنق فيّ الصوت.<br />أربعة أسابيع...والوطن مسرحٌ لحفّار قبورٍ جشعٍ لا يتعب أو يرحم! والأرض التي أحببت قد غدت فماً كبيراً يبتلع أحبّتنا...<br />أربعة أسابيع...وأنا أنظر في عيونٍ مذهولة...لأطفالٍ قتلوا من قبل أن يعوا معنى الموت...فما بالك بمعنى قضيّة أو عدوّ مجرم أو حربٍ لابل حروباً باتت جزأً منّا...نؤرخ بها ونحسب كم مضى بين الحروب!<br />أربعة أسابيع... وأنا أسمع أسماء الأماكن والشوارع حيث ولدت وترعرعت...أسماء انتمائي...ومراتع طفولتي...وذكرياتي وأسراري الصغيرة...<br />وأنظر عبر الشاشات العالمية لأراها ساحة حربٍ مهجورة...تمر صوراً أو لحظات في تقريرٍ أبله...ولا أصدّق ما أرى...<br />أربعة أسابيع...وأنا أبحث عن ابتسامة ضاعت مني بين صور مجزرة أو جسر ٍمدمر...<br />أربعة أسابيع...وأنا أحاول كلّ صباحٍ أن أبقى مهذبا وأنا أجيب أغراباً بأنّ عائلتي بخيرٍ حتى الآن...فتقتلني نظرة الإشفاق-وإن عن حسن نية- وهم يتمتمون عبارات من قبيل عظيم أو رائع وأهزّ رأسي حسرةً على زمن أصبحت فيه السلامة الشخصية غاية ما نتمنّى...<br />أربعة أسابيع...والشاشات تعجّ بالأخبار والفلاشات... بالتحاليل والتعليقات...الخطب والكلمات...<br />والتهديد والوعيد...والتنبوء بمهديٍّ سيأتي...أو أرماجدون باتت قريبة!<br />أربعة أسابيع...والأحاسيس غدت خدراً...والدموع وسيلة وحيدةٌ للتعبير...في زمنٍ ضاعت فيه القوافي...وجفّت الألوان...وبحّ الصوت.<br />أربعة أسابيع...وأنا أحاول أن أبقى ثابتاً وأنا أحادث الأحبة هناك...وهم يسلّمون أمرهم لله..<br />وهي تحاول أن تخفي غصّتها بصمتٍ طويلٍ طويل<br />أربعة أسابيع...والأيام غير الأيام...تاهت مني معاني الحرب والسلام...<br />والفلسفات والكلام!<br />أربعة أسابيع مرت...فهل من سبيلٍ للخلاص؟</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115510751345566393?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1154932918242613652006-08-07T01:25:00.000-04:002006-08-07T02:41:58.416-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/04mide_slide1.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/04mide_slide1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;">"<span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:webdings;">و بليل كلّو ليل<br />سال الحقد بفية البيوت<br /></span><span style="font-family:webdings;">والايدين السودا<br />خلعت البواب<br />وصارت البيوت بلا صحاب<br /></span><span style="font-family:webdings;">بينن و بين بيوتن فاصل الشوك و النار<br />والايدين السودا</span>"<span style="font-size:85%;">*</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />أما شبعتَ يا نيرون؟<br />ناراً وجنون..<br />حقداً ودمار<br />يا عاشقاً للنار؟<br />أو لم تعلم؟<br />ياجاهلاً تعلّم<br />أنّ هذه بيروت<br />مدينةٌ لا تركع<br />ولا تموت<br />رغم أنف المدفع<br />ورائحة البارود<br />جحافل الجنود<br />كلّهم كانوا هنا<br />كلّهم رحلوا<br />كل غازٍ قد فنى<br />أو الأدبار ولّوا<br />مهما طال ليل الباطل<br />ما عاش قطُّ قاتل<br />أو تسمع أيّها الجاهل<br />سنبقى هنا...وأنت زائل!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*أغنية "القدس العتيقة" لفيروز</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115493291824261365?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1154497373623558442006-08-02T00:32:00.000-04:002006-08-02T01:59:29.053-04:00<div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><br />آ<span style="font-size:130%;">خ يا إيف...<br />ذكرتي ال<a href="http://mysteriouseve.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_02.html">"يا رايح صوب بلادي"</a><br />ورجع صدى صوت الماضي<br />وتحرّكت ذكريات<br />مشاعر...وصور خيالات<br />وهيّ...<br />عم ترندح مع الغنيّة...<br />"يا رايح صوب بلادي<br />دخلك وصلّي السلام<br />بلّغ أهلي وولادي<br />مشتقلن رفّ الحمام<br />اسألي إمّي يا منادي<br />بعدا ممنوعة الأحلام<br />وقلّها إيّاما ببالي<br />والله بتعزّ الأيام"<br /><br />ورح ترجع الأيام<br />ولذة الأحلام<br />ويرجع بلدنا...آخ يا بلدنا<br />"أخضر..حلو"...والقمر حدنا<br />ونفرح من القلب بأعيادنا<br /><a href="http://mysteriouseve.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_01.html">وأيام ميلادنا</a>...<br />غنّي يا رايح لهونيك...غنّي<br />ووصّلها سلام وشوق عني<br />وتحية لضيعة مهدّمة<br />بس ما بتنحني...<br />وعيون أم سهرانة<br />وأرض مخضبة بدم قانِ<br />غنّي...مع الأطيارغنّي!<br /><br />إيف...ينعاد عليكي :)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115449737362355844?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1154322243318450792006-07-30T23:10:00.000-04:002006-07-31T01:04:03.513-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/31tyler.large2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/31tyler.large2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">اليوم لن أبكيكم...<br />يا وجع القلب...سلامٌ عليكم<br />أيها النائمون<br />صرخة الدم الحارّ يا أنتم<br />اليوم تسألون..<br />بأيّ ذنبٍ قُتلتم؟<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/p13-04-22729.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/p13-04-22729.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />ياأطفال بلادي..<br />يا حبّ فؤادي..<br />هل في العالم من يكرهكم؟<br />أمعقولٌ هذا الحقد عليكم؟<br />وهذا الصمت..<br />أين العالم أين؟<br />ويضيع الصوت<br />في مجلسٍ للأمن<br />وشرقُ أوسطٍ جديد<br />يأتينا من بعيد<br />ملطخٌ بالنفط ...وبدمانا<br />هنا في قانا<br />سلامٌ أيّها الأبرياء عليكم<br />سلامٌ يوم ولدتم<br />ويوم بيننا كنتم<br />ويوم قُتلتم!</span><br /><br /></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/31tyleer.large3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/31tyleer.large3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115432224331845079?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1154066706973608062006-07-28T00:31:00.000-04:002006-07-28T02:05:07.166-04:00<div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">وأتى مساءٌ آخر...وها أنا أتسمّر أمام شاشتي وعيناي تتنقلان بسرعة بين خبرٍ وآخر...<br />أرقام الضحايا...وصورهم<br />وعيونهم..<br /> تنظر اليّ بصمتٍ يقتلني...<br />وجوهٌ باتت تلاحقنا كما قالت<a href="http://mysteriouseve.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_25.html#links"> إيف</a>..<br />وجوه شهداء...<br />وجوهٌ...بلا أسماء<br />أحاول عبثاً أن أستمع إليهم<br />إلى صرخاتهم<br />وجع آهاتهم<br />وصمت العالم...وبخس حياتهم<br />وأخجل حين أراهم<br />نياماً...أسأل من هم؟<br />ولا جواب<br />وصوت مارسيل يغنيهم..<br />"<a href="http://www.20at.com/media/watan-marcil-khalifa.mp3">عندما يذهب الشهداءُ إلى النوم أصحو...</a><br />وأحرسهم...من هواة الرثاء.."<br />أأحرسهم من رثائي؟<br />من "فاتحتي" ودعائي؟<br />أهذا كلُّ ما أملك؟<br />عود ثقابٍ...في ليلٍ حالك؟<br />و تراني..."أسرقُ وقتاً...<br />لكي يسرقوني من الوقت"<br />من عجزي...وخيبتي<br />أهربُ بأن أقرأ قصصهم...يا خجلتي!<br />ويأتيني السؤال..<br />"هل كلنا شهداء؟"<br />ويصرخ فيّ الصوت في الحال:<br />كلا..ما كلنا شهداء<br />ففي العالم شهودٌ زور<br />حقدٌ...كرهٌ...وشرور<br />وماردٌ مغرور<br />ودمٌ...لا يثور<br />فدعوني أيها الأحباء..<br />بقربقكم يا كلّ الشهداء<br />"لأحرس أحلامكم...<br />من خناجر حراسكم...<br />وانقلاب الكتاب على الأنبياء!"<br />وبعد...<br />أغني لكم أيها الشهداء<br />وللباقين هناك من الأحياء<br />أغني لكِ<br />للقلق في صوتكِ<br />"عندما تذهبون إلى النوم هذا المساء...<br />أقول لكم...<br />تصبحون على وطن..."</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115406670697360806?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1153981527732678322006-07-27T02:23:00.000-04:002006-07-27T02:25:27.733-04:00<div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/2006_07_24t200826_300x450_us_mideast.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/2006_07_24t200826_300x450_us_mideast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">"الشمس أجملُ في بلادي من سواها<br />حتى الظلام هناك أجمل..."</span><br /> <span style="font-size:85%;">(بدر شاكر السيّاب)<span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><br />(صور-جنوب لبنان 24/تموز/2006 عن وكالة رويتر)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115398152773267832?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1153637940949305032006-07-23T01:22:00.000-04:002006-07-23T03:02:59.283-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/capt.07b2cdc7e7eb4ec38e651872fae4289d.mexico_mideast_israel_lebanon_protest__moev103.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/capt.07b2cdc7e7eb4ec38e651872fae4289d.mexico_mideast_israel_lebanon_protest__moev103.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">ويحزُّ في قلبي ويؤلمني<br />أنّي هنا...وأنت هناك<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">يا حبّاً اسمه وطني<br />وحيداً أراك<br />وحيداً<br />ترنو بعيداً<br />دمعةً في عيون المغادرين<br />لحناً حزين<br />لحناً لستَ تسمع<br />غطاه صوت مدفع<br />أو نحيب<br />على ولدٍ...أو حبيب<br />رقماً بين توابيت صور<br />بيتاً...حطاماً...أو جسور!<br /><br />ويعود صوتها في داخلي<br />أنستسلم للسكوت؟<br />ليأسي...وضياع أملي<br />وحلمنا...هل يموت؟<br />والذكريات...أتمحوها القذائف؟<br />مما أنت خائف؟<br />وأقوى بها<br />بروحها وبقلبها<br />بصمتها<br />بنبرة التحدّي في صوتها<br />بين حطام البيوت<br />سينبت زهر الأقحوان<br />هيهات أن يموت<br />وطنٌ..إسمه لبنان</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115363794094930503?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1153363350451432942006-07-19T22:40:00.000-04:002006-07-19T22:42:30.470-04:00Emergency Action to End the War on Lebanon Deliver a Letter to the US Mission of the United Nations Join UFPJ and peace and justice activists: Friday, July 21, 4 -5:30 PM140 East 45th Street (between Third and Lexington Avenues)<br /><br />We call for the Bush administration to:<br />* Support a Security Council resolution calling for an immediate andunconditional cease-fire;<br />* Urge negotiations now to resolve all disputes including the release ofprisoners on all sides;<br />* Put an end to US blocking of UN action.We will stage a picket outside the mission and deliver a letter signed by UFPJ andother peace and justice organizations.<br />(See text of letter below.)<br /><br />While the world is crying out for global intervention to stop the bloodshed, we have been tremendously disappointed by the response from the Bush administration. And instead of rallying the international community to call for an immediatecease-fire to stop further bloodshed, it has blocked the UN efforts to do just that.We condemn all attacks on civilians, and call for the release of prisoners held onall sides in this conflict, including the Israeli soldiers captured by Hezbollah.But while Hezbollah violated international law by attacking Israel and then firingmissiles at Israeli cities, Israel's clearly disproportionate response is an act ofcollective punishment against the Lebanese population -- a serious violation ofinternational law.On Friday, we will go to the US mission to hold our government accountable for theirnegligent response to this conflict. Please join us.<br /><br /><br />Dear Ambassador Bolton,On behalf of United for Peace and Justice (UFPJ), the largest antiwar coalition inthe United States, we want to express our concern over the escalating crisis betweenIsrael and Lebanon and urge you to support a Security Council resolution calling foran immediate and unconditional cease-fire.We are gravely concerned about the loss of lives on both sides. We condemn allattacks on civilians, and call for the release of prisoners held on all sides inthis conflict, including the Israeli soldiers captured by Hezbollah. But while Hezbollah violated international law by attacking Israel and then firing missiles atIsraeli cities, Israel's clearly disproportionate response is an act of collective punishment against the Lebanese population -- a serious violation of internationallaw.While the world is crying out for global intervention to stop the bloodshed, we havebeen tremendously disappointed by the response from the Bush administration. Insteadof using its influence on Israel to stop the devastating attacks on the Lebanese population, it has supported such attacks. And instead of rallying the internationalcommunity to call for an immediate cease-fire to stop further bloodshed, it hasblocked UN efforts to call for an immediate cease-fire.We urgently call on the Bush administration to work with international partners tobroker an immediate and unconditional cease-fire and commence negotiations topeacefully resolve the crisis.We look forward to hearing your response.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115336335045143294?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1153292015351157872006-07-19T02:39:00.000-04:002006-07-19T02:53:35.386-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/capt.ada77bd45dbf4aad82e53b7e0139d73d.mideast_lebanon_fighting__evacuation_britain_bei132.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/capt.ada77bd45dbf4aad82e53b7e0139d73d.mideast_lebanon_fighting__evacuation_britain_bei132.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/r2694733900.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/r2694733900.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">...ويرحلون<br />على عجل... يهربون!<br />سلاماً إليكم...<br />أيها الباقون!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115329201535115787?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1153115730201143452006-07-17T01:52:00.000-04:002006-07-17T23:15:11.246-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/capt.e5d7764295f24baa91e969e872261e7f.lebanon_israel_mideast_fighting_ksd121.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/capt.e5d7764295f24baa91e969e872261e7f.lebanon_israel_mideast_fighting_ksd121.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"ومع كل اللي صار<br />راح يبقى إلنا الدار<br />ويرجع شجر الغار<br />يزهرّ كرامة...بأرضك يا جنوب.."<br />وبأرضك يا لبنان<br />رغم أنف العالم المتفرِّج<br />ورغم الركام والحرائق<br />سنبقى...<br />وسيبقى الوطن<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115311573020114345?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1153029588907716952006-07-16T01:48:00.000-04:002006-07-16T01:59:48.930-04:00<div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">المجازر...والصمت.</span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/5.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/5.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/3.1.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/3.1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/2.4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/2.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/1.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/1.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">الصور مؤخوذة عن<a href="http://lebanonheartblogs.blogspot.com/2006/07/warning-strong-pictures.html"> إيف</a> *</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115302958890771695?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1152942315665092602006-07-15T00:26:00.000-04:002006-07-15T01:45:15.803-04:00<div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">هي الحرب إذاً...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/capt.443e40e612594a0bbec043c46f3e897b.mideast_israel_lebanon_kcf102.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/capt.443e40e612594a0bbec043c46f3e897b.mideast_israel_lebanon_kcf102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/r2543825127.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/r2543825127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />حرب على كل لبنان...<br />على الحجر... والإنسان<br />يملؤها الحقد والكره لوطنٍ جميل<br />جيلاً بعد جيل<br />انتظروها فرصة...وجاءت على حين غفلة<br />ألا خسيء الجبناء<br />ألا خسيء القتلة<br />لن يحجبوا الشمس من السماء<br />لن يسرقوا القمر<br />لن يقتلوا فينا الحياة على أرض البشر<br />وإن هدموا الحجر<br />فوطني لن يموت<br />خُلق ليحيا..<br />عزيزاً<br />جميلاً...<br />لا يموت</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115294231566509260?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1152856166437343812006-07-13T23:50:00.000-04:002006-07-14T02:09:55.846-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/normal_tn_kasf2.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 288px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/normal_tn_kasf2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/L_1619a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/L_1619a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">وطني.. تحت القصف<br />يا وجعاً...يا غضباً...<br />ويا خوف<br />ويا خجلاً منكم<br />يا أهلي<br />بعيداً عنكم<br />أصلي<br />بعيداً..عن ليلٍ طال<br />عن خوف الأطفال<br />عن قلق أمي<br />عن حلمي..عن وهمي<br />وتراني<br />أعدّ القتلى..في المساء<br />أرقاماً...بلا أسماء<br />ويا خجلي...<br />أيحق لي...<br />أن أبكيهم..؟<br />أن أبكي وطني فيهم؟<br />وأرثيهم.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115285616643734381?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1152766861302985672006-07-13T00:53:00.000-04:002006-07-13T01:01:01.326-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/125px-Flag_of_Lebanon.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/125px-Flag_of_Lebanon.svg.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">أنا لبناني...<br />وطني عم يتدمّراليوم<br />أنا أخدت قراري:<br />أنا مع لبنان.</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115276686130298567?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1152678357652081852006-07-11T23:01:00.000-04:002006-07-12T00:31:54.670-04:00<div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">كان الليل قد باح بكلِّ أسراره وأوشك أن ينتهي، والفجر قد فتح عينيه نوراً تلألأ في طرقات المدينة النائمة على شاطيء المتوسط...<br />وكانا هناك...<br />والرحيل ثالثهما...<br />كان قرب الباب لمّا سمعها تقول بصوت شارد...<span style="font-style: italic;">لا تذهب</span>.<br />لكنه، كعادته، لم يفهمها ونظر في ساعته.<br />كان دائماً دقيقاً في مواعيده، ويحسب حساب كلِّ شيء.<br />كان الوقت يتسعُ لدقائق إضافية قبل وصول سيارة الأجرة التي ستقلُّه إلى المطار.<br />لكنه ما أن ذكر الدقائق الإضافية، قاطعته ب" لا<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>" إحتجاجية!<br />و أحسّ بيدها تمسك بمعصمه بقوة، وهي ترمق تذكرة السفر<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">بنظرة واحدة</span>.<br />وحين التفتت إليه ..تلاقت عيناهما وهمست بصوت خافت: <span style="font-style: italic;">لا تذهب</span>!<br />وفي عينيها العسلية الجميلة قرأ الكثير.<br />اللقاء الأول.<br />الشوق الأول.<br />والخدر اللذيذ الأول.<br />الورود...اللقاءات...رائحة البحر.<br />القبلة الأولى..بالسرِّ وبالجهر.<br />الخصام...والعتاب<br />والأحاديث الطويلة...قرب الباب!<br />ولم يدر بما يجيب..<br />هل يقول لها أنّ سماء الوطن الواسعة لم تعد تسع أحلامه؟<br />ولا أنانيته، ولا طموحه لقمم الجبال<br />وأن العقل قد صار هناك...وإن بقي القلب هنا؟<br />وأن نظرات الناس حوله قد باتت قاتلة؟<br />تذكره بخيبات الأمل<br />والفرص الضائعة؟<br />وهل يصرخ مع أرقشِ ميخائيل نعيمة بأنّ حبّه...<br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">فوق ما يحتمله جسدي..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ودون ما تشتاق له روحي</span>"؟<br />ومرتجفاً مضى...<br />تلاحقه دموعها...<br />وصوت جوليا يردّد: "تصوّر إنو..."</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />*مستوحى من نصّ <a href="http://mysteriouseve.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_11.html#links"> "</a></span><a href="http://mysteriouseve.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_11.html#links"><span style="font-size:85%;">النظرة الواحدة"</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://mysteriouseve.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_11.html#links"> لEve</a></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115267835765208185?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1152504667710707072006-07-10T00:08:00.000-04:002006-07-10T00:11:07.733-04:00<div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/hashem%20005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/hashem%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">العمر كلِّو<br />يا صغير...يا حلو<br />يا شبه خالو<br />أو هيك عنّو الناس قالو<br />يا عيدك بأيام... بعد عيدي<br />بدّي إكتبلك قصيدة<br />وغنّي مَعَك أجمل أغاني<br />يا أحلى من ورد أورجواني!<br />يا برعم غضّ أخضر<br />يا طير صغير...ناطر تيكبر<br />لحتى يطير...<br />عمهلك...يا صغير<br />لا تستعجل على عمرك يا غالي<br />وخلّيك طفل عم تركض قبالي<br />ويلحقك جدَّك<br />وتهرب بعيد...ويضمَّك<br />حضن إمَّك هالرقيقة<br />المش بس إختي..بل صديقة<br />وتنام وتحلم يا حياتي<br />بشي لعبة...بشي ضحكة...بمُستقبل الآتي<br />وكل سنة..وإنت بخير يا حبيب<br />والله يجمعنا...تشوفك عن قريب.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115250466771070707?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1152483359498511662006-07-09T18:08:00.000-04:002006-07-09T18:21:45.890-04:00What a game!<br />the Italians won...(heeeey!!)<br />the French, though played better, lost...<br />and Zidane....O Zidane.... made the life's mistake...<br />at the last minutes of his playing career! alas...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/capt.3b18f1e21c4a4e2da82cbfa5cb72062d.wcup_world_cup_italy_france_final_lon811.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/capt.3b18f1e21c4a4e2da82cbfa5cb72062d.wcup_world_cup_italy_france_final_lon811.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/full.getty-57625972rm205_final_italy_v_5_05_35_pm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/full.getty-57625972rm205_final_italy_v_5_05_35_pm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115248335949851166?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1152074265578066162006-07-05T00:18:00.000-04:002006-07-05T08:06:44.750-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/hashem.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/hashem.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl" style="font-family:';font-size:12;"></span></span><span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"><span style="font-size:130%;">وفي يومٍ...من صيف كلِّ عام<br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">والعمر يمضي كما الغمام</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">أقف هنا</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">كشاعرٍ على الأطلال</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">أسأل من أنا؟</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">بين الحقيقة والخيال</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">وأنظر إليكْ</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">يا صورةً باليةً...في ألبوم ذكرياتي</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">لست تشبه من أرى اليوم في مرآتي</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">وأبحث عنكْ</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">هناك في ملاعب ضيعتي</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">في ضحكتي</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">في أشيائيَ الصغيرة</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">صوت المؤذن في الظهيرة</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">رائحةُ الأرض بعد المطر</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">غناء جدتي...للقمر</span><span dir="ltr"></span><span dir="ltr"></span>!<br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">حقائب السفر</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">والرحيل...عند الَسَحَر</span><span dir="ltr"></span><span dir="ltr"></span>.<br /><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">ووتتهاوى أوراق رُزنامتي</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">صوراً... من حياتي</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">فرحاً وأحزان</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">ضحكة...وأشجان</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">غابت في الزمان</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">آثاراً لن تنمحي...على الأبدان</span><span dir="ltr"></span><span dir="ltr"></span>!<br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">ويبقى السؤال</span><br />"<span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">ماذا بعد؟</span><span dir="ltr"></span><span dir="ltr"></span>"<br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">هنا ما أزال</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">على الوعد</span><br />"<span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">بعامٍ سعيد</span><span dir="ltr"></span><span dir="ltr"></span>"<br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">حبٍّ جديد</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">رسائَلَ في بريدي</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">صوتاً...من بعيدِ</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">درباً مضيئاً...بأجملِ نور</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">ورداً...وزهور</span><span dir="ltr"></span><span dir="ltr"></span>!<br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">وفي يوم ميلادي</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">بعيداً عن بلادي</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">تسألُ يا فؤادي</span><br /><span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl">فهل تراكِ تجيبين؟<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">(الصورة: بيروت في 1 أيار 1977) </span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115207426557806616?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1151645153954384432006-06-30T01:17:00.000-04:002006-06-30T01:25:53.956-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/bench.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/bench.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>We had new benches at Ellsworth street...<br />and they are red...<br />anybody wanna a seat?<br />or even a bed?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">picture: Ellsworth st, Pittsburgh, PA</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115164515395438443?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1151562588851625732006-06-29T00:06:00.000-04:002006-09-12T00:01:22.936-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/174370-The-Corniche-Beirut-0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/174370-The-Corniche-Beirut-0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >و يأتي المساء<br />وتغيب أنوار المدينة<br />سكونُ الليل...والأصداء<br />لأغنياتِ فيروز الحزينة :<br /><a href="http://songs1.6arab.com/fairooz..wa7doon.rm">"وحدن بيبقوا متل زهرِ البيلسان<br />وحدهن...بيقطفوا أوراق الزمان"</a><br />وها أنا الآن<br />وحدي...فعلَ كان<br />إسماً بلا عنوان<br />طيفاً بلا ألوان<br />ومزماراً...بلا ألحان<br />"بسكِّروا الغابة...<br />بضلّهم متل الشتي يدقوا على بوابي"<br />لا...<br />لا مطراً هنا...ولا أبواب<br />لاشوقاً...ولاجواب<br />ولا خيبات<br />أو ذكريات!<br />هنا العمر يمضي رتيبا...<br />فارغاً...كئيبا!<br />"برج الحمام مسوَّر وعالي..<br />وهجِّ الحمام... بقيت لحالي"<br />وتبقى على بالي<br />لوماً لاأبالي<br />عيوناً جميلة...<br />نوراً...في عتمةٍ طويلة<br />قصيدةً أكتبها<br />فتذكرني...وأذكرها!<br />ويأتيني صوتها...<br />قلقاً تائها...<br />تسألني...<br />"يا ناطرين التلج ما عاد بدكن ترجعوا...<br />صرّخ عليهن بالشتي يا ديب بلكي بيسمعوا"<br />وأجيبها...<br />عهد العهود<br />عليَّ بأن أعود<br />حين تصفرُّ أوراق الشجر<br />ويطلع القمر<br />فهل تراك تنتظرين؟</span><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115156258885162573?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1151042264334823612006-06-23T01:47:00.000-04:002006-06-23T10:33:31.026-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/M-pic05-B.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/M-pic05-B.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span style="font-size:130%;">إليكِ...يا حلماً أخضر في بالي<br />يا أحلى صباح...صباح النور<br />يا وردة عمري الغالي<br />يا أرض الحلمِ... "من حولها سور"<br />يا أجمل بيتٍ في الأشعار<br />أهدي هذي الأزهار<br />ومناسبتي<br />هي أنتِ<br />وهل للورد من أسباب؟<br />أقفُ عند الباب<br />فهل تراكِ تفتحين؟</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115104226433482361?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1150874541775262992006-06-21T00:24:00.000-04:002006-06-23T00:14:11.756-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/Photo-0043b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/Photo-0043b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">وتسألني...<br />لمن يا صديقُ تغني؟<br />وتكتبُ أشعار...<br />ولمن تهدي الأزهار؟<br />ويأتيها الجواب<br />بلا ترددٍ...ولا ارتياب<br />"لها"<br />لموقظةِ القلبِ إذا سها<br />لملهمتي..<br />و نور عتمتي<br />للكلمة...<br />تسحرني...فالبسمة<br />للصوتِ الحاملِ من وطني غيمة<br />عطراً...ونسيما<br />للجرأةِ...<br />على استحياء<br />للفنِّ...تجسّد في حواء<br />لأجملِ ضحكة...<br />للطفلةِ فيها...للمرأة<br />لعمرٍ أجمل يا صديقةُ قد صار<br />سأكتب هذي الأشعار<br />لكنّ سؤالي<br />لها في بالي:<br />كيف قصائدي تقرأين؟</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115087454177526299?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1150696602537711492006-06-18T18:15:00.000-04:002006-06-19T01:56:42.673-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/Photo-0072.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/Photo-0072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"ماذا بعد...وما الأخبار؟"<br />يسألني صوتكِ ناعساً..."عبر البحار"<br />حالماً...مثقلاً بالأسرار<br />رقيقا...كنسيم نوّار<br />ولا أجيب!<br />وحين تصمتين...<br />أمجهولاً تخافين؟<br />أم ماضٍ...منه تهرُبين؟<br />أشباحاً...غيوماً... مرت من سنين؟<br />أم ذكرى حبيب؟<br />ويعود صوتك من جديد<br />يُدفأُ القلب المغطى بالجليد<br />وملح أيامي يُعيد<br />وحرارة الشوق إلى لقيا أريد<br />أتراهُ قريب؟<br />وحين تضحكين<br />تغني الحساسين<br />وتطير الفراشات التي نامت منذ حين<br />ويُزهر الياسمين<br />ويسكرُ اللبيب<br />فهل إليه عقلهُ تُعيدين؟</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115069660253771149?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1150350104778449622006-06-15T00:46:00.000-04:002006-06-15T02:42:21.606-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1427.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1427.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">كنتُ قد أحرقتُ أوراقي<br />وكسرتُ القلم<br />وتجمّدت دمعُ المآقي<br />وصادقتُ الألم<br />وإذا بأيامي...<br />كألوان أحلامي<br />أمست باهتة<br />كطيور أيلول َترحلُ صامتة<br />وكنتُ أمضي وحيداً بين الملايين<br />طينٌ...ويمشي فوق طين!<br />حتى لمحتُك من بعيد<br />وتقاطعت طرقاتنا<br />بلا مواعيد<br />أنتِ... وأنا<br />في وجهكِ...لمحةٌ من وطني<br />وقمر<br />في صوتكِ ترانيمُ صلاتي.. وفنّي<br />وأغنياتُ مطر<br />فهل عن نفسكِ تكشفين؟</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115035010477844962?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1150087205494463012006-06-11T23:12:00.000-04:002006-06-12T12:02:36.883-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1420.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1420.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><div dir="rtl" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span style="font-size:130%;">وردةً صفراء كانت<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">تختالُ بلونها<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">حَمَلها العاشقُ...فمالت<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">تحميهِ من شوكها!<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">ومع كلمات الغزلْ<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">تورّدت أوراقها<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">أتراهُ خجلْ...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">أم انعكاسُ خدِّها؟<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">أو حُمرة الشفاه؟<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">تذوبُ في عيناه؟<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">وبين النظرات...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">والشِعر و الكلمات<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">ودفء اليدين...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">ونور العين<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">إذا بالوردةِ الصفراء<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">قد غَدت حمراء!<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">فهل بوردتي تقبلين؟ </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115008720549446301?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1150071463905278862006-06-11T18:30:00.000-04:002006-06-11T20:17:53.976-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1417.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1417.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I was there,<br />A tired smile...to share<br />a name on a diploma.<br />Memories aroma..<br />and a black suit.<br />And there was a clock,<br />ticking...<br />And I went mute.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(On Friday June 9th, 2006 was the internal medicine graduation ceremony)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-115007146390527886?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1149748102464220632006-06-08T01:33:00.000-04:002006-06-08T02:35:10.590-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/Photo-0002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/Photo-0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">وفي الصباح...<br />تختفي أفكار الليل والأوهام<br />الذكريات...وما قد راح<br />خرابيشي...وما تكسّر من أقلام<br />وكألةٍ...أرتدي ثيابي<br />وربطة العنق اللعينة<br />وأحملُ معطفاً أبيضا..وكتابي<br />وأمضي ...لأذوب في المدينة<br />رقماً...أسماً على بطاقة<br />زهرةً...دون باقة<br />ودون ماء<br />أو انتماء!<br />من أنا؟<br />وكيف انتهيت ُهنا؟<br />ترى... هل تعلمين؟</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114974810246422063?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1149452304524937472006-06-04T13:40:00.000-04:002006-06-04T20:15:30.846-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/Project1.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/Project1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">كان اليوم رماديا<br />وكان مطر<br />وشمس المدينة أمست منسية<br />وضاع القمر<br />وكنت أمشي وحيداً<br />يحملني الريح بعيداً<br />ويعصف بي بقوّة<br />وكنتِ هناك<br />يا صوتاً يأتيني عبر الأسلاك<br />سؤالاً مبهماً في البال<br />حلماً قد طال<br />ووجهاً يطلّ من كوّة....<br />أو من شبّاك!<br />وأركض هرباً منكِ<br />ومن السؤال<br />"من أنتِ؟"<br />أفكاراً ومشاعر في كلمات؟<br />صوراً أبحث عنها بين الصفحات؟<br />لا أعرف شيئاً عنكِ<br />سوى إبتسامة...<br />إسماً على شاشتي...<br />وشالاً أسود!<br />هل تُراني سأعرف من أنتِ؟<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Picture: Another rainy day in Pittsburgh</span></span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114945230452493747?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1149141339384014612006-06-01T00:02:00.000-04:002006-06-01T01:57:52.406-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/pic24767.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/pic24767.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Tired of everything...<br />let me hide<br />everyday...running<br />from side to side<br />lost in a city<br />no mercy...no pity<br />a cruel tone<br /><br />tired...and I need a break<br />away...away<br />I need to feel...I need to ache<br />I need a time, to feel the day<br />to hear the silence<br />and slowly dance<br />alone!<br /><br />(written in a post nightcall morning at the cancer floor)<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(picture is courtesy anonymous)</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114914133938401461?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1148797525959361522006-05-28T00:55:00.000-04:002006-05-28T02:25:26.096-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/Photo-0084.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/Photo-0084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />It was cold,<br />but he was sweating.<br />He felt old,<br />and started running...<br />far away,<br />"what a day"!<br />He needs a space...alone<br />and it was almost dawn<br />when he saw the bridge<br />up the river<br />standing on the edge<br />starting to shiver<br />and there was rain<br />a whistle...a far train<br />an old music tone..<br />a song...and a moan..<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Standing in the rain.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">You're on the verge of going crazy and your heart's in pain...</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"*</span><br />should he let it go?<br />should he withdraw?<br />"I can't take it anymore"<br />a lost ship...away from the shore<br />Closing his eyes...he sees her face<br />"I need a space"<br />and here comes the scream<br />the expectations...the dream..<br />the day he came<br />the disappointment...the shame<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">No one can hear though you're screaming so loud</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">You feel all alone in a faceless crowd</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Sitting on the side </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">waiting for a sign, hoping that my luck will change.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Reaching for a hand </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">that can understand, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">someone who feels the same</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"*</span><br />**********<br />A sudden move, and a sigh<br />he opens his eyes<br />"4:30 am"...a clock nearby<br />and he smiles<br />"what a dream"...he sits in bed<br />inspired by a poem...he just read!!<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">*"Weird"...a song by Hanson<br />(picture: a bridge in Pittsburgh, PA)<br />(a special thanx to Eve for the song/poem that inspired the dream, and the post!)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114879752595936152?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1148614748933619752006-05-25T23:30:00.000-04:002006-05-25T23:45:17.640-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1372.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1372.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />A box of chocolate<br />dark, and Swiss-made,<br />your favourite<br />A candle...a yellow rose<br />the one I chose.<br />A dance late.<br />A maroon scarf,<br />a beautiful laugh.<br />A perfect date.<br />Now...comes the wait.<br /><br />(thanx for Vivian for the delicious delicious Lindt chocolate...!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114861474893361975?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1148501237389093182006-05-24T15:07:00.000-04:002006-05-24T19:25:18.096-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/DSCN1047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">وما أن خارت قواه</span><span style="font-style: italic;">،</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > وأحسّ بأنه سيسقط</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >...</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >همَ بغريزته ان يمسك بسواعد رفاقه</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >..</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >غير أنه ما أن رأى الأرض تحته</span><span style="font-style: italic;">، </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >والتراب قد استحال أحمراً من دمه</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">هوى ليعانق الأرض التي أحبَ</span><br />* * * * <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">باكراً رحلتم</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">تاركين وراءكم</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">أشياءكم الصغيرة</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">وأحلاماً كبيرة</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">وأسماءكم</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">وأشباح ذكرياتكم</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ووطناً...نراه جميلا ًفي ملامحكم</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">جميلاً ...كما <a href="http://compulsiveyearnings.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-my-south.html#links">الأزهار</a></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">حرَا...كما الأطيار</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">نوراً....ونار</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">عظيماً رغم خلافاتنا</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">وحروبنا التافهة</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">رغم خطايانا<br />وألاعيب السياسة<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">فهل تغفرون أيها الشهداء لنا؟</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">و كل عام وأنتو بخير</span><span style="font-style: italic;">....</span><span style="font-style: italic;">أ</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">شتقنالكم</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br />(picture: Martyr's statue, downtown Beirut, summer 2005)<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114850123738909318?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1148356583638041092006-05-22T22:54:00.000-04:002006-05-23T09:39:38.900-04:00<span style="font-size:100%;">Ok...since everybody seems to be doing this, here is my self description.<br /><br />My name is Hashem and I hate my name.<br />I hate hearing my voice on a recorder. I hate mostly my "r" having a french tone "ghhhh"!<br />I hate my hair, as it gets messy easily.<br />My left leg is weaker than my right and it gets tired earlier.<br />I write with my right hand, but do alot of stuff with the left.<br />I don't snore.<br />I eat fast, and I eat small amounts.<br />Breakfast is something sacred to me.<br />If I don't have a coffee by 11 am, I get a bad bad headache.<br />I'm considered a morning person.<br />If I sleep after 9 am, I wake up with a bad headache.<br />I hate most types of cheese.<br />I don't eat "kishik <span style="font-size:130%;">كشك</span> ".<br />I don't eat "sawda <span style="font-size:130%;">سودة</span>".<br />I hate milkshakes.<br />I eat a banana with my coffee every morning.<br />I'm very slow in typing.<br />I make alot of typoes in my chats.<br />I like to talk. In fact, you can stop me from eating or drinking, but never talking.<br />I move between subjects without proper stops. Sometimes, this drive my listeners crazy.<br />I hate slow driving, and hate stop signs. I'm a slow braker, and early accelerator. I tailgate on the highway. I don't use the right mirror in my car, and never undertood why it's there!<br />And no...I didn't get a speeding ticket, yet!<br />I drive a Corolla, that I think was originally a BMW!<br />I was told alot that I'm hyper....hypomanic!<br />I barely watch TV, but I got one last year and it's on as long as I'm at home.<br />I forgot to turn my bedroom's lights off before leaving to Beirut last time.<br />I lost more than 10 umbrellas.<br />I misplace things alot.<br />I was told I have a good sense of humor.<br />I don't know when to say "no"!<br />I many times replay in my mind conversations I had earlier, and wish I said something bad.<br />I'm very social.<br />I have more than 300 contacts in my cell phone. 80% of them are for girls!<br />I barely make deadlines.<br />I have 2 palms, that I barely use.<br />I'm so unorganized in my life, and I hate that.<br />I don't smoke, and hate smoking.<br />I barely sleep the night before an exam. I studied overnights in all exams in Med II.<br />I don't do well in a multiple choice exam.<br />I do very well on oral presentations.<br />I had one F grade in one exam in medical school. I didn't sleep that night.<br />I do believe in god , but I have alot of aethiest friends.<br />I like greek mythology.<br />In movies, I like romantic comedies, and some of science fiction.<br />I love to listen to Fairouz, Julia, Marcel, Abdel-Halim, Majida and Nancy Ajram. I listen alot to Sarah Mclachlan.<br />I love "Amal Hayatiأمل حياتي " for Imm Kalthoum.<br />My favourite actress is Jodie Foster. Actor is Al Pacino.<br />I wish I played music, Piano in particular.<br />I love babies, and I like to play with kids.<br />I have great parents, and a supporting family. I can't live without them.<br />I was told alot that I'm so passionate.<br />I was told I'm over romantic, and over over nostalgic!<br />I like women with curly hair.<br />I like women with black hair.<br />I like blue color. 90% of my clothes have some blue in them.<br />I like women in black dresses.<br />I like minimal, if any, makeup or jewelery.<br />I hate piercings other than in the ears.<br />I have alot of friends who are girls. No, I'm not gay!<br />I like strong and confident women.<br />I like to wear jeans, even to the hospital. This put me in trouble once.<br />I don't wear a watch.<br />I like yellow roses, but tulips are my favourite.<br />what else...? yeah...my favourite city is Beirut. In the US, it's Chicago.<br />I hate Pittsburgh, but I hide that.<br />I still wish I did Pediatrics.<br />My best month of the year is September.<br />My favourite season is fall.<br />I like windy days.<br />I still love snow, despite how much I curse it.<br />I don't go to sleep before 1 am, no matter how early I need to wake up next day.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">يللا...أستروا ما سمعتوا منا :-)</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114835658363804109?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1148172629163873832006-05-20T20:16:00.000-04:002006-05-21T01:57:19.586-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/nabatieh.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/nabatieh.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br />Here I belong...<br />Here I exist.<br />Here are the memories...the laughs, and the song.<br />sad, and long.<br />Here I belong.<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">ﺍﻟﯿﻚ ﯿﺍﺠﻨﻮﺐ <br />ﺴﺄﻜﺘﺐ ﺃﺠﻤﻞ ﺃﺸﻌﺎﺮﻱ... <br />ﻮﺃﺠﻤﻞ ﺍﻠﻜﻠﻤﺎﺖ <br />ﯿﺍ ﺃﺤﻠﻰ ﺼﻮﺮﺓ...ﻔﻲ ﺤﻘﻴﺒﺔ ﺃﺴﻔﺎﺮﻱ<br />ﺴﺄﻜﺘﺐ ﻠﻠﺬﻜﺮﻴﺎﺖ<br />ﻠﻠﺤﻘﻞ...ﻠﻠﺼﺨﺮ...ﻮﺍﻠﻂﺮﻘﺎﺖ<br />ﻭﻠﺑﻴﺘﻲ...<br />ﻤﻼﻋﺐ ﻂﻔﻭﻠﺘﻲ... ﻭﺍﻠﺨﻁﻭﺍﺖ<br />ﻠﺪﻜﺎﻦﺃﺒﻭﻋﻠﻲ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻠﺴﺎﺤﺔ<br />ﻠﺘﻌﺐ ﺍﻠﻔﻼﺤﻴﻦ...ﻠﻠﻤﺤﺮﺍﺚ...ﻮﻠﻠﻔﺠﺮ<br />ﻠﺼﻮﺖ ﺍﻠﻤﺆﺬﻦ ﻴﺪﻋﻮ ﻠﺼﻼﺓ ﺍﻠﻈﻬﺮ<br />ﻠﻠﺰﻴﺘﻮﻦ...ﻮﻠﻠﺼﺒﺮ<br />ﻮﺴﺄﻜﺘﺐ ﻠﻬﺎ<br />ﻮﻠﻀﺤﻜﺘﻬﺎ<br />ﻠﻠﻌﺼﺎﻓﻴﺮ ﻓﻲ ﻋﻴﻨﻴﻬﺎ ﺤﻴﻦ ﺃﺮﺍﻫﺎ<br />ﺫﺍﻚ ﺍﻠﺧﺠﻞ...ﻓﻲ ﻤﺤﻴﺎﻫﺎ.<br />ﺴﺄﻜﺘﺐ ﻠﻠﻐﺼﺔ...<br />ﻮﻨﻬﺎﻴﺔ ﻗﺼﺔ<br />ﻮﻠﻠﺮﺤﻴﻞ<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">I'll be back....o my south<br />will you wait?<br />I'll be back....it's a date.<br />Tell the birds...in the sky<br />I'll be back.<br />Tell the roads....the passing by<br />I'll be back.<br />Tell the trees....old and tall<br />Tell them all...<br />I'll be back.<br />Tell the morning...<br />I'll be back....at a noon<br />I'll be back...very soon.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">*this post is dedicated to <a href="http://mysteriouseve.blogspot.com/">Eve</a><br />**<span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">picture: south Lebanon, summer 2005</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114817262916387383?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1147758982934818472006-05-16T01:15:00.000-04:002006-05-16T02:05:03.303-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1368.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1368.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />How did you end up...a portrait on a canvas?<br />a dry flower...in my vase?<br />and a poem....never written,<br />or forgotten.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114775898293481847?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1147589180574356662006-05-14T02:09:00.000-04:002006-05-14T02:49:37.523-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1331.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1331.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Just when he thought the night folded the page of the day,<br />and he was heading away,<br />She came.<br />A black dress, a smile, and he's not the same.<br />And it was dark.<br />It was time to ask.<br />And they walked.<br />Confusion....and scattered words they talked.<br />He liked black and white.<br />A phone ringing, and time was tight.<br />He followed the flow.<br />He let it go.<br />She didn't act stupid.<br />There was no cupid.<br />There will be more time to come.<br />They went numb.<br />And they walked in opposite directions.<br /><br />(picture: Walnut street)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114758918057435666?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1147504994388768542006-05-13T01:52:00.000-04:002006-05-13T03:27:22.513-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/hashem%20083.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/hashem%20083.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/Photo-0061.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/Photo-0061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Walking up the hill...<br />it was cold and cloudy...<br />and when the wind blew...<br />my heart woke up,<br />and...a flashback:<br />a windy day in 1993,<br />my first day at AUB....<br />registration day.<br />Biology 201...MWF....conflict....drop and add....<br />SLH...<br />English placement test...<br />Nicely 500...<br />"daraj el chemistry"....el-kharoubeh....<br />Chem 101...lecture in chemistry 001...Kasparian<br />the green table infront of agriculture...<br />the science library....the glass room in the back....<br />The picture widens....I saw AUB...<br />my family....my home....<br />Beirut....<br />Lebanon...<br /><br />Memories....memories....<br />why did they suddenly bombarded me from everywhere?<br />I stopped in the middle of fifth avenue....<br />who am I?<br />what am I doing here?<br />how did I end up here?<br />Why do people suddenly look faceless?<br />Walking in one direction?<br />carrying a starbucks coffee...and marching like machines....<br />And I notice I was carrying one myself....<br />marching like a machine myslef!<br />I threw it away....<br />and I walked quicker....<br />up....up the hill....<br />away....away from the memories....<br />"I'll not be part of the system"<br />"I can do better....I can do better"<br /><br />"Good morning", a smiling face greets as I enter the hospital.<br />"Good morning!", I return the greeting, and the smile, still shivering.<br />Slwoly, I calm down.<br />And slowly, I forget.<br />Slowly, I feel I belong here again.<br />at least for the moment.<br /><br />(pictures: top: one of my favourite places at AUB, in the way to the lower campus, Beirut, Lebanon, taken summer 2005.<br />Bottom: Fifth avenue at the turn up the hill to Presbyterian hospital, Pittsburgh, PA, taken today.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114750499438876854?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1147201440670506312006-05-09T14:44:00.000-04:002006-05-09T15:04:00.703-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/Photo-0051.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/Photo-0051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I have a pager,<br />and I hate it!<br />Small,<br />stylish,<br />but very annoying!<br />It's unpredictable,<br />and goes off usually when it shouldn't!<br />Sleeping,<br />eating,<br />or flirting....<br />it still goes off!<br />Tired,<br />frustrated,<br />or feeling fed up,<br />it still goes off!<br />When on call,<br />post-call,<br />or on my day off,<br />it still goes off.<br />ouff....ouff...<br />If I try to ignore it, it beeps every 30 seconds,<br />protesting my behavior.<br />And I feel bad, <br />and checks the number, and picks up the phone.<br />Only then, it stops beeping!<br />My pager,<br />I hate you!<br />When you ring,<br />or vibrate,<br />or even silent..<br />I hate you!<br />Morning,<br />or evening,<br />I hate you!<br />Awake,<br />or asleep,<br />or dead,<br />I hate you!<br />(ok...you are ringing again....let me check who's paging!!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114720144067050631?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1147065664742237562006-05-08T00:23:00.001-04:002006-05-08T01:21:04.743-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/dad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/dad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />O ya “Ali”<br />You were a child, in a small village.<br />You wanted to attend school.<br />But you couldn’t.<br />You had to help your father in the “jal”.<br />But you had big dreams,<br />beyond the jal,<br />and the village.<br />You taught yourself how to read and write,<br />not caring about age.<br />And now, you calculate quicker than anyone.<br /><br />As teenager, you started to sing poetry,<br />“Zajal” we call it.<br />You’ve been known since as “Ali the poet”<br />You sang for the land,<br />for life,<br />and for love.<br /><br />You left to Beirut,<br />A child, who quickly turned a man.<br />In a plastic factory in “Sinn Elfil” you worked.<br />You got married,<br />And with her,<br />you built a family,<br />and thought you’ll raise it in peace.<br /><br />Soon, war devils started their game,<br />Bullets...shelling....killing by the name,<br />you were told you live in the wrong side of a long line.<br />A line called “green line”.<br />And in a black day,<br />you took your family.<br />and left to another country.<br />There, you built a home,<br />away from home.<br /><br />Four boys, and two girls, are your children.<br />You gave them love with no limits,<br />a life...full of smiles,<br />and the school,you always wanted. <br /><br />Days passed...and they are no longer kids.<br />3 doctors, <br />a pharmacist<br />a hospital administrator,<br />and a lawyer.<br />And I saw your smiles,<br />and the tear in your eyes,<br />in each graduation,<br />in a big green field.<br /><br />And now, ya “Abu Hussein”…<br />you’re still there,<br />with your hair turning grey,<br />your kids...flying away,<br />with “Hatem” and “Yara” you play!<br /><br />The day I left,<br />“Allah ywafa’ak”, you said.<br />Forgive me ya “Abu Hussein”…<br />For not being in your birthday today.<br />Your laugh warmed my heart.<br />Your words made my day.<br />And knowing you are there,<br />For me….keep me alive,<br /><br />For those wondering who is “Ali"..."Abu Hussein"<br />When I was a kid, he was my “daddy”<br />When I grew older, he became my friend.<br />And he’s always, my teacher.<br />And my role model.<br />Happy birthday, dad!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114706566474223756?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1146900063638843562006-05-06T03:02:00.000-04:002006-05-06T03:21:59.036-04:00-"What's wrong with you?"<br />-"So, did you identify yourself with the woman in the picture? in what way?"<br />-"You really have a side we don't know about!"<br />etc...etc.<br />Those are some extra comments I got after my last post, some from people who knew me for a while, and some I'm just knowing now.<br />This makes me think about this whole blog thing.<br />How much can people reflect the posts on us?<br />And would you care?<br />Are there people you don't want them to read it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114690006363884356?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1146631695613928642006-05-02T23:34:00.000-04:002006-05-03T00:49:04.290-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/nightafterii.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/nightafterii.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />And in the morning,<br />at the sound of his snoring,<br />she put on her silky red dress,<br />but she still felt so naked.<br />She was exhausted...<br />dirty,<br />shamful,<br />and a sense of guilt overwhelming her.<br />"I wasn't born for this..." she thought.<br />Next to her bag, she noticed his money,<br />the price that monster paid her,<br />to enjoy her body,<br />but never her soul.<br />And she remembered her need,<br />her poor place,<br />her years of suffering.<br />"but it's not worth it..." she thought again.<br />And she remembered her father,<br />his plans for her,<br />the future he promised her,<br />and his hugs,<br />and when she let a black teardrop,<br />burning its way down her cheecks,<br />she remembered his kisses on those cheecks,<br />and she felt so betrayed.<br />And she remembered her village,<br />her house,<br />and her brother.<br />the great dreams,<br />the disappointments,<br />one after the other.<br />The tragedies,<br />the losses, and the pity<br />her trip to the city,<br />the dark rooms,<br />the music,<br />the light shine.<br />The men's blank faces,<br />the sweats,<br />and the cheap wine.<br />The loud laughs,<br />and the stairs down.<br /><br />Walking outside the dirty door,<br />she didn't know her way,<br />she took the nearest cab,<br />and asked the tired driver to drive her away...<br />far far away.<br /><br />(picture: "the night after" oil on canvas by <a href="http://www.artworksaustin.com/fineart90.html">Antoine Tamburro</a>, taken from an art gallery front show in New Orleans,La)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114663169561392864?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1146541387896280262006-05-01T22:37:00.000-04:002006-05-01T23:49:05.896-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/ya%20amar.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/ya%20amar.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/yara2.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/yara2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/yara3.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/yara3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/yara.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/yara.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Here comes the innocence,<br />the spontaneous,<br />and the small dreams...<br />here comes...Yara!<br /><br />Here comes the real freedom,<br />no limits....no rules....<br />no boredom!<br />here comes...Yara<br /><br />Here comes the quick cry...<br />the easy smile...<br />and the real laughs<br />here comes...Yara<br /><br />(pictures: my niece, Yara....playing in our village in the south)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114654138789628026?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1146455027945240132006-04-30T22:53:00.000-04:002006-04-30T23:43:47.963-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/Photo-0030.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/Photo-0030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Tulips are my favourite flowers.<br />3 inner petals, and 3 outer sepals,<br />smiling open during the sunny day,<br />shy and closed during the evenings,<br />they definitely possess feelings....<br />and infront of them, I can't hide my feelings.<br /><br />Tulip was always her favourite flower.<br />It was her first and favourite gift I gave her,<br />and I still remember.<br />It was a flourist in Jeanne D'arc.<br />The flower.<br />Yellow in color.<br />yellow and dark.<br />The birds singing in her eyes.<br />The rain drops...<br />a drop, after the other..<br />after the other.<br />The meetings.<br />The smile.<br />The goodbye.<br /><br />(picture: Tulips everywhere in Pittsburgh)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114645502794524013?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1146290061300273662006-04-29T01:35:00.000-04:002006-04-29T01:54:21.353-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1334.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/DSCN1334.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />"I lost my dreams!"<br />It came to my mind today while talking to friends about dreams.<br />I realized it's been a long time since I last dreamed. Or maybe, remembered my dreams.<br />The ghosts.<br />The vivid pictures.<br />The illogical that makes sense.<br />The "flying dreams"...<br />How and when did I lose them?<br />I felt scared...<br />Is it my self inflicted sleep deprivation?<br />Is it my indifference I have towards most of things around me?<br />The disappointments....one after the other?<br />The fallen pieces.<br />The waiting.<br />I need a break.<br />I need a long break.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114629006130027366?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1146025819929841672006-04-26T00:21:00.000-04:002006-04-26T00:30:19.940-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/jagal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/jagal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Hatem...<br />You gave me a new name..."khalo"<br />You give me a smile everytime I talk to you...<br />a laugh....<br />and a sense of innocence I thought no longer existed...!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114602581992984167?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1145856025753175752006-04-23T23:57:00.000-04:002006-05-14T11:31:15.996-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/Project1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/320/Project1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />She waited for him,<br />at the corner of "walnut" and "Ivy"<br />nervous...<br />her muscles shaking...<br />her body aching...<br />her eyes moving in all directions,<br />hoping he would come.<br />Despite the cold night...she waited.<br />Despite the passing eyes of men's lust,<br />and women's jealousy....she waited.<br />The guilt. The shame. <br />The excitement. The joy.<br />The child in her.<br />"he's coming" she thought, and lit a cigarrette.<br />"I can't be imagining" she thought again.<br />His deep eyes, meeting hers halfway.<br />The observations,<br />the unspoken conversations,<br />the unexchanged touches,<br />the butterflies,<br />and the kiss.<br />Her tension is now rising.<br />She doesn't know his name,<br />where does he live,<br />or what does he do.<br />"who cares".<br />With the hours passing,<br />and her hope, like the city's lights, fading,<br />she remembered "Godot"....and the waiting!<br />waiting...<br />she spent her life waiting.<br />For him.<span style="font-style:italic;"><br /><br />(picure: the intersection of Walnut st and Ivy st.)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114585602575317575?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1145731528473651312006-04-22T14:40:00.000-04:002006-04-22T14:45:28.473-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/DSCN1351.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/DSCN1351.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Some of oakland....<br />and alot alot of a blue sky.<br /><br />(From Schenely Park, looking at oakland, Pittsburgh, PA)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114573152847365131?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23948921.post-1145731168692035562006-04-22T14:21:00.000-04:002006-04-22T14:39:28.900-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/1600/milkyway.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2253/2480/400/milkyway.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I'm here...<br />look...look closer...<br />Do you see me?<br />Do you hear my laughs traveling in the wide space?<br />I'm here....<br />small and insignificant...<br />but my dreams are beyond the limits...<br />beyond how much the universe is expanding...<br />So, do you see me now?<br /><br />(Milkyway galaxy, curtsey of an anonymous at NASA)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23948921-114573116869203556?l=hashemscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hashemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890357569377275140noreply@blogger.com6