To start this article, I would like to ask a question
What would you ask your partner for few days before getting married to him/her?
Let’s see what the probability and for sure not the mathematical one say:
If you are a woman and an occidental one, your needs can be between bringing you the most expensive ring with true diamante and being just the true love of his life.
If you are an Arabic one then it’s between the desires of getting married only, because all girls you know did, so why not you.
If you lived the end of the years 90, then you’ll ask for a house because you can’t live with his mother.
If you are a victim of the new tendencies then you want him blond with blue eyes otherwise your friends will laugh at you.
If you are an occidental guy then you just want to marry the one you love because the rest you can get anyway.
If you are a modern Arabic one then you just want to reproduce the old fascinating love stories that we are so proud of.
If you are one of those who married my friends then you just want her to cook, clean, stay home after marriage, love your mother, stop going out with her friends (boys) and above all of this a certificate of virginity is the most welcome.
For this first article, I won’t stop at any of the first points. Actually, what makes me write is the last sentence that I hear billion of times each year but for which I don’t find any explanation.
I don’t know if I got to laugh or cry for the poor miserable society that is just following imaginary rules put by people who just think of their own selfish satisfaction.
Marriage as known in our religion “Islam” is first of all: trust, love, self confidence, and share.
The Arabic guys of nowadays mostly have the total fan before engagement but once they decide to put the ring they just do their best to get what we call a pure one.
When I first heard about the improvement of the technology in medicine to give the virginity back to any girl who needs it, I was against it. I have always assumed that we are responsible of our acts and what we do, we should be convinced of it.
Now, after analyzing guys’ behavior I can assure you that I was more than happy to know that cheaters can be cheated on.
So before asking someone to prove what we can’t prove to him, I am quit convinced that we need to think twice about it.
My only regret is that my mother chose to be a nurse in a hospital and I had to be in the worst situations of my whole life each time one of my friends gets married and come to me asking for my mother’s help to get this dirty sheet of paper to prove “their love to their lovers”.
To conclude with this theme, I wish as long as I’ll live to never find myself in such a silly situation but if I face it then for sure I’d rather ask for a test of aids to both of us. At least, men and women in it are equal.
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Saturday, June 20, 2009
¿Qué estamos haciendo con los animales?
Escribir algo sobre el tema de los animales me pareció muy extraño cuando la profesora me lo pidió
De forma general, los animales no me gustan. Diciéndoos la verdad, la mayoría del tiempo solo siento que son creaturas que me provocan una sensación de obscuridad y de indiferencia.
El ser humano ha siempre sido la creatura más importante. Satisfacer sus necesidades y sus deseos hasta los más increíbles suele ser el objetivo esencial aunque esto a veces puede causar daño a las otras creaturas.
Frente al humano, el animal es un ser débil, “inferior”.
En lo que se refiere al uso de los animales, yo creo que es algo que no podemos evitar.
En este contexto, el uso puede tener muchos aspectos.
Para empezar, el animal nos puede dar algunas cosas sin que este tenga influencia negativa. En este punto me refiero a la satisfacción de las necesidades de comida del ser humano
Ejemplos de esto son: la leche de la vaca, los huevos de la gallina.
En segundo lugar, podemos usar el animal como medio de transporte o para cumplir algunas actividades que necesitan fuerza física, que va más delante de la que tiene el hombre
En este punto estoy hablando del uso del borro para llevar un equipaje, de un camello para transportar las personas de un lugar hacia otro.
En tercer lugar, me gustaría que nos fijemos en otro tipo de uso que puede afectar a los animales pero que representa una parte de la vida cotidiana del ser humano.
Ejemplos de esto son: degollar una oveja para comer su carne, usar la piel para confeccionar ropa y protegerse.
En casos así, daño esta causado al animal pero no se hace con exageración porque siempre se suele poner un límite para evitar un afecto a la existencia de los especies.
El ultimo uso y es lo más peligroso, se define como un mal tratamiento a los animales.
Este acto se divide en diferentes partes según la atención y el carácter de la persona que ejerce de una manera directa o indirecta el acto de violencia.
Esto se debe a una envía de demostrar el poder, y a veces esta relacionado con otras formas de violencia y crueldad que existen en la familia.
Argumentar en temas como este resulta complicado, porque por un lado,parece que el desarrollo de la tecnología hace perder a la gente todo sentido de responsabilidad y moderación en lo que se refiere al consumo de lo que ofrece la naturaleza.
Por otro lado, las compañas de sensibilización están intentando cambiar las cosas.
Ahora se crean más organizaciones para proteger todos tipos de especies.
Creo que los humanos, aunque tomaron mucho tiempo para hacerlo, terminaron dándose cuenta de que lo que existe en el mundo no se puede conseguir y destruir con el dinero porque forma parte de nuestra existencia y a veces romper la cadena de los demás significa poner más probabilidades en que la nuestra tenga el mismo destino.
Hoy, no creo que odie los animales. Solo sé que con toda la fragilidad que tengo, me encantaría protegerlos.
Para concluir, me parece que el ser humano siempre tendrá la fuerza del cerebro pero la naturaleza tendrá el resto y hacer de ella una debilidad significa poder usar su fuerza en nuestro favor.
De forma general, los animales no me gustan. Diciéndoos la verdad, la mayoría del tiempo solo siento que son creaturas que me provocan una sensación de obscuridad y de indiferencia.
El ser humano ha siempre sido la creatura más importante. Satisfacer sus necesidades y sus deseos hasta los más increíbles suele ser el objetivo esencial aunque esto a veces puede causar daño a las otras creaturas.
Frente al humano, el animal es un ser débil, “inferior”.
En lo que se refiere al uso de los animales, yo creo que es algo que no podemos evitar.
En este contexto, el uso puede tener muchos aspectos.
Para empezar, el animal nos puede dar algunas cosas sin que este tenga influencia negativa. En este punto me refiero a la satisfacción de las necesidades de comida del ser humano
Ejemplos de esto son: la leche de la vaca, los huevos de la gallina.
En segundo lugar, podemos usar el animal como medio de transporte o para cumplir algunas actividades que necesitan fuerza física, que va más delante de la que tiene el hombre
En este punto estoy hablando del uso del borro para llevar un equipaje, de un camello para transportar las personas de un lugar hacia otro.
En tercer lugar, me gustaría que nos fijemos en otro tipo de uso que puede afectar a los animales pero que representa una parte de la vida cotidiana del ser humano.
Ejemplos de esto son: degollar una oveja para comer su carne, usar la piel para confeccionar ropa y protegerse.
En casos así, daño esta causado al animal pero no se hace con exageración porque siempre se suele poner un límite para evitar un afecto a la existencia de los especies.
El ultimo uso y es lo más peligroso, se define como un mal tratamiento a los animales.
Este acto se divide en diferentes partes según la atención y el carácter de la persona que ejerce de una manera directa o indirecta el acto de violencia.
Esto se debe a una envía de demostrar el poder, y a veces esta relacionado con otras formas de violencia y crueldad que existen en la familia.
Argumentar en temas como este resulta complicado, porque por un lado,parece que el desarrollo de la tecnología hace perder a la gente todo sentido de responsabilidad y moderación en lo que se refiere al consumo de lo que ofrece la naturaleza.
Por otro lado, las compañas de sensibilización están intentando cambiar las cosas.
Ahora se crean más organizaciones para proteger todos tipos de especies.
Creo que los humanos, aunque tomaron mucho tiempo para hacerlo, terminaron dándose cuenta de que lo que existe en el mundo no se puede conseguir y destruir con el dinero porque forma parte de nuestra existencia y a veces romper la cadena de los demás significa poner más probabilidades en que la nuestra tenga el mismo destino.
Hoy, no creo que odie los animales. Solo sé que con toda la fragilidad que tengo, me encantaría protegerlos.
Para concluir, me parece que el ser humano siempre tendrá la fuerza del cerebro pero la naturaleza tendrá el resto y hacer de ella una debilidad significa poder usar su fuerza en nuestro favor.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Esperar y esperar..
17/04/09
Memorias que debo olvidar (parte 2)
La vida es una guerra:
Pensar, reflexionar, analizar, luchar, creer y sobre todo saber esperar, algo que yo todavía no sé hacerlo.
En la clase de español, suelo empezar mis frases con una de las palabras que más expresan duda: “Yo creo...”
En el último correo que mi amigo David me envió, intentó explicarme que con el primer amor no guardamos el sentimiento eternal de haber conocido a la persona que más queremos sobre el planeta sino guardamos la sensación que provoca la primera experiencia.
De vez en cuando, tomo un ratito de mi tiempo libre para pensar.
El por qué de las cosas, algo que sigue volviéndome loca sin encontrar las respuestas a unas preguntas muy sencillas que no tienen nada que ver con la adivinanza de Einstein que ya solucioné hace mucho tiempo.
A veces, siento que odio gente pero al pensar de nuevo cuando veo unos y otros, no tengo ninguna sensación.
Siento también que hay gente que quiero muchísimo y que tendré en mi pensamiento y en mi corazón por el resto de mis días.
Este sentimiento me encanta, y me encanta con él la belleza del alma que hace que andes por la calle sonriendo mientras la gente te esta mirando como si fueras loco.
Y espero, con la poca esperanza que consigo encontrar, que lo que me dijo David fuera posible.
Introduciendo mis palabras con la misma forma; creo que el mejor ejemplo de un amor verdadero es lo de un niño a su madre y vise versa.
Aunque espero sin poder esperar, que algún día pueda cambiar mi manera de ver el mundo para poder, como dice David, enamorarme de nuevo, sigo pensando que mi madre es ahora el amor de mi vida que hace que mis ojos se abren por las mañanas.
El ser humano es complicado, y yo soy humana.
Por esa razón, mi humanidad me hace pedir cosas y esperar otras, como el fin de la guerra, la tranquilidad, el éxito, el desarrollo, y sobre todo la igualdad entre las personas.
Deseando esto, siento que no puedo esperar, y me parece que el tiempo esta andando sobre huevos.
En mi mundo, los cinco minutos de la prueba oral del examen del DELE intermedio ya son demasiado largas, y lo más duro, lo que cuesta más que esperar es llenar el tiempo para no tener que esperar, y llenarlo perfectamente.
Entre mis papeles, el montón de libros que debo leer, las lenguas que deseo aprender, y el restaurante que quiero abrir, espero que la vida en su largo camino me lleve algo diferente que hará que levantarme por la mañana valga la pena.
Algo que provocará los latidos de mi corazón para que pueda dar aunque sea la mitad de lo que tengo.
Esperando este día, os agradezco la lectura.
Special thanks for Phil who is translating my articles to understand them.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Judgement....
13 April 2009
We are still waiting. This time we are waiting differently because we know what we are waiting for.
We are waiting for him to open his eyes.
Finally, I could get some ideas for my exposition in Spanish.
Now that I remember it, I still didn’t meet Raquel. A girl spending some days here with my friend José, who I had to take out for walks.
Life is really tiring in this country. I can hardly manage it.
In 24 hours, I argued billion of times and it was always for meaningless reasons.
Sometimes I think that being idealist in such a mediocre world is a source of worries and misunderstood situations.
The last fight that I finished my day with was about my cooking courses, in which my uncle asked me to give to a cousin all my courses.
I know that explaining you such a simple thing won’t be easy, as you’ll be asking me: where is the problem in doing so.
My answer, even though, not that convincing is really obvious.
Any one preparing a career got secrets that make the difference between his job and the one done by others.
Cooking is my love and many people think that I’ll finish married to a kitchen.
I feel sometimes that I am alive for one and only one reason: learning well everything about cooking and giving the best of the best for this industry.
On of the bases of my religion is giving every single good thing you have and share it with people.
Of course, I don’t act oppositely to it, but I don’t think that everything can be shared, or at least, there are things that you can’t share with anyone just because you give them a huge importance while the shared one is just a member of a fun group of it.
And this is the situation in which I found myself today.
As a human being, I am sure that I commit a billion of mistakes daily.
However, I am sure of one more thing, my mistakes never affect anyone‘s feelings and I am proud of it.
I guess judgment isn’t an easy thing. That’s why people study law for long years and even after that, keeps needing some help and point of views to come to a final opinion concerning a specific situation.
I don’t think that I can allow myself to judge someone, no matter who he is.
But in the other side, I can judge myself comparing to what I live with, and this is my right and my total freedom.
It is the freedom that makes me say that I am not a good Spanish speaker but I am a good hotel manager.
The same thing happens in my daily life. And with the same logic, I judge that offers of jobs aren’t suitable, food is not tasty, brown is an awful color, summer is a hard season, analyzing projects is a boring module… etc
All is question of tastes and according to my tastes I judge that “x” or “y” is a suitable thing for me or isn’t.
Life is before everything a moderate behavior that we should have toward each others and as a Muslim I do strongly believe that the only one having the right to judge people is God and except him, to judge you should have the ability to accept that others behave same way with you.
We are still waiting. This time we are waiting differently because we know what we are waiting for.
We are waiting for him to open his eyes.
Finally, I could get some ideas for my exposition in Spanish.
Now that I remember it, I still didn’t meet Raquel. A girl spending some days here with my friend José, who I had to take out for walks.
Life is really tiring in this country. I can hardly manage it.
In 24 hours, I argued billion of times and it was always for meaningless reasons.
Sometimes I think that being idealist in such a mediocre world is a source of worries and misunderstood situations.
The last fight that I finished my day with was about my cooking courses, in which my uncle asked me to give to a cousin all my courses.
I know that explaining you such a simple thing won’t be easy, as you’ll be asking me: where is the problem in doing so.
My answer, even though, not that convincing is really obvious.
Any one preparing a career got secrets that make the difference between his job and the one done by others.
Cooking is my love and many people think that I’ll finish married to a kitchen.
I feel sometimes that I am alive for one and only one reason: learning well everything about cooking and giving the best of the best for this industry.
On of the bases of my religion is giving every single good thing you have and share it with people.
Of course, I don’t act oppositely to it, but I don’t think that everything can be shared, or at least, there are things that you can’t share with anyone just because you give them a huge importance while the shared one is just a member of a fun group of it.
And this is the situation in which I found myself today.
As a human being, I am sure that I commit a billion of mistakes daily.
However, I am sure of one more thing, my mistakes never affect anyone‘s feelings and I am proud of it.
I guess judgment isn’t an easy thing. That’s why people study law for long years and even after that, keeps needing some help and point of views to come to a final opinion concerning a specific situation.
I don’t think that I can allow myself to judge someone, no matter who he is.
But in the other side, I can judge myself comparing to what I live with, and this is my right and my total freedom.
It is the freedom that makes me say that I am not a good Spanish speaker but I am a good hotel manager.
The same thing happens in my daily life. And with the same logic, I judge that offers of jobs aren’t suitable, food is not tasty, brown is an awful color, summer is a hard season, analyzing projects is a boring module… etc
All is question of tastes and according to my tastes I judge that “x” or “y” is a suitable thing for me or isn’t.
Life is before everything a moderate behavior that we should have toward each others and as a Muslim I do strongly believe that the only one having the right to judge people is God and except him, to judge you should have the ability to accept that others behave same way with you.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Question of understanding...
11 April 2009
Bouteflika is our president for the third time.
I guess, it is a reason to laugh for, remembering my last article in which I put his pictures.
My days are still going on same way. I am trying to get ready for the cooking exam by preparing some recipes at home as much as I can.
In my Spanish class, I am preparing a small exposition about aggressiveness.
The inspiration isn’t coming to my mind these days and I wish that it won’t be the case when I’ll be taking the DELE exam next month.
In my last articles, which I wrote in Spanish and made my friend Phil translate them to understand what I was talking about, I mentioned many times my first love. Something that makes me think deeply and seriously in the kind of life I am having now without him.
I strongly believe that falling in love isn’t a mistake, but living with its marks is.
Many people think that if I wasn’t a hotel manager, I would surely be an architect or a psychologist.
And I won’t hide from you that the second one is quit interesting for the idealist one I am.
In my last article, I introduced this subject talking about my friend who divorced and is already living a new love story, something that my mind can hardly understand and I assure you that it is not because of the lack of my intelligence but because it is weird.
I thought of stopping the publication of articles, as I can hardly make people understand the right way what I really want to say.
Same misunderstanding happens to me with my teachers of Spanish.
I guess that speaking a different language is not the problem, but translating the ideas from one culture to another one usually take us directly into deep conflicts that we aren’t looking for.
The last comment that my teacher of Spanish, José, made during the class was:”if you want to speak Spanish, you got to study it, go to Spain, fall in love with Spanish, and marry him to finish having Spanish children. At that time you can say that you are finally able to speak it just like me”
I smiled at him words and remembered one of the emails that my friend Phil sent me few months ago, in which he told me about someone he knew there who learnt very well English to understand the lady he was married to.
With the same smile, an intern voice inside me said:”ok Zahra, at least you are sure of learning Turkish very well in the coming 5years”
Bouteflika is our president for the third time.
I guess, it is a reason to laugh for, remembering my last article in which I put his pictures.
My days are still going on same way. I am trying to get ready for the cooking exam by preparing some recipes at home as much as I can.
In my Spanish class, I am preparing a small exposition about aggressiveness.
The inspiration isn’t coming to my mind these days and I wish that it won’t be the case when I’ll be taking the DELE exam next month.
In my last articles, which I wrote in Spanish and made my friend Phil translate them to understand what I was talking about, I mentioned many times my first love. Something that makes me think deeply and seriously in the kind of life I am having now without him.
I strongly believe that falling in love isn’t a mistake, but living with its marks is.
Many people think that if I wasn’t a hotel manager, I would surely be an architect or a psychologist.
And I won’t hide from you that the second one is quit interesting for the idealist one I am.
In my last article, I introduced this subject talking about my friend who divorced and is already living a new love story, something that my mind can hardly understand and I assure you that it is not because of the lack of my intelligence but because it is weird.
I thought of stopping the publication of articles, as I can hardly make people understand the right way what I really want to say.
Same misunderstanding happens to me with my teachers of Spanish.
I guess that speaking a different language is not the problem, but translating the ideas from one culture to another one usually take us directly into deep conflicts that we aren’t looking for.
The last comment that my teacher of Spanish, José, made during the class was:”if you want to speak Spanish, you got to study it, go to Spain, fall in love with Spanish, and marry him to finish having Spanish children. At that time you can say that you are finally able to speak it just like me”
I smiled at him words and remembered one of the emails that my friend Phil sent me few months ago, in which he told me about someone he knew there who learnt very well English to understand the lady he was married to.
With the same smile, an intern voice inside me said:”ok Zahra, at least you are sure of learning Turkish very well in the coming 5years”
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Si me vuelvo a enamorar....
09 /04/2009
Por fin, mi tío abrió sus ojos esa mañana.
Creo que mi corazón no siente nada, así que no estoy tan consiente de la situación actual.
Hoy comparto mi cama con dos novios: el primer peluche blanco que habéis visto en un artículo anterior y el nuevo oscuro que me regaló José ayer.
En fin, es broma... a veces me gusta contaros tonterías.
Creo con la enfermedad de mi tío, su mujer cambiará mucho. Me acuerdo de sus comentarios diciéndonos que es él que la quería y que a ella le daba igual.
Aunque sé que ella también lleva los mismos sentimientos, no entiendo por qué no le gusta mostrarlos.
En mi vida cometí muchos errores, y una gran parte de ellos cambió me existencia.
No lamento lo que hice, por qué todo construye la razón que hace que hoy soy más madura que el 90 por 100 de las argelinas.
Mi amiga Miriam está saliendo con alguien. La última vez que la vi hace ya tres años estaba como yo, viviendo su primera historia de amor. “Kindi” no hace parte de su vida, y se siente bien. Pudo empezar de nuevo a soñar y a confiar en ella misma para enamorarse de nuevo.
Yo no tuve otro amor, y Omar sigue siendo el único que deseo abrazar cuando no me siento bien. ¿Extraño no?
Para amar, hay solo una forma, pero hay un montón de maneras para expresarlo y volviendo al tema de los errores, sé que yo como mi tía, no supe expresar mis sentimientos de la manera justa.
La experiencia en la vida cuanta mucho, tanto como la sinceridad, la autoestima, los sacrificios, y la pureza.
Y creo que a un momento, todo se transforma en unos recuerdos. No lo digo por broma.
Así es la vida. Y nadie sigue sintiendo las mismas cosas dolorosas. Justificar esto, aunque no es de mi especialidad, no es tan difícil, se puede preguntar a un científico que explicara que el cerebro borra los recuerdos que duelen.
De la misma manera, se explica por qué las mujeres vuelven a dar luz a otros niños después de la primera vez. El dolor se olvida y la sensación de volver a hacer las cosas vuelve con más seguridad.
Usando esta lógica que a mí me convence bastante, explico lo que pasó a mi amiga Miriam, y a mi amiga Somaya que mencioné en el artículo anterior hablando de su divorcio.
Hoy, con casi 21 años, no busco el amor como la mitad de mis amigas, tampoco quiero encontrar un truco como lo digo siempre a mis amigos (para no decirles que la oferta no me interesa). Solo quiero entender qué se debe hacer para olvidar totalmente alguien. Quiero con los sentimientos más idealistas sobre esta tierra encontrar otra lógica, tan convincente como la anterior para poder explicar el por qué de las memorias en las que sigo viviendo aunque lo escondo a menudo.
Acabo con este artículo aquí, reportando una frase del escritor ruso: Leon Tolstoi que explicará sin dudas a todos mis amigos lo que hace que prefiero mirar sentándome cómodamente y virtualmente sobre el puente del Bósforo lo que pasa en la sociedad argelina.
El que ha conocido sólo a su mujer y la ha amado, sabe más de mujeres que el que ha conocido mil.
Speacial thanks to my friend Phil who is making efforts to translate and understand my articles in Spanish.
Por fin, mi tío abrió sus ojos esa mañana.
Creo que mi corazón no siente nada, así que no estoy tan consiente de la situación actual.
Hoy comparto mi cama con dos novios: el primer peluche blanco que habéis visto en un artículo anterior y el nuevo oscuro que me regaló José ayer.
En fin, es broma... a veces me gusta contaros tonterías.
Creo con la enfermedad de mi tío, su mujer cambiará mucho. Me acuerdo de sus comentarios diciéndonos que es él que la quería y que a ella le daba igual.
Aunque sé que ella también lleva los mismos sentimientos, no entiendo por qué no le gusta mostrarlos.
En mi vida cometí muchos errores, y una gran parte de ellos cambió me existencia.
No lamento lo que hice, por qué todo construye la razón que hace que hoy soy más madura que el 90 por 100 de las argelinas.
Mi amiga Miriam está saliendo con alguien. La última vez que la vi hace ya tres años estaba como yo, viviendo su primera historia de amor. “Kindi” no hace parte de su vida, y se siente bien. Pudo empezar de nuevo a soñar y a confiar en ella misma para enamorarse de nuevo.
Yo no tuve otro amor, y Omar sigue siendo el único que deseo abrazar cuando no me siento bien. ¿Extraño no?
Para amar, hay solo una forma, pero hay un montón de maneras para expresarlo y volviendo al tema de los errores, sé que yo como mi tía, no supe expresar mis sentimientos de la manera justa.
La experiencia en la vida cuanta mucho, tanto como la sinceridad, la autoestima, los sacrificios, y la pureza.
Y creo que a un momento, todo se transforma en unos recuerdos. No lo digo por broma.
Así es la vida. Y nadie sigue sintiendo las mismas cosas dolorosas. Justificar esto, aunque no es de mi especialidad, no es tan difícil, se puede preguntar a un científico que explicara que el cerebro borra los recuerdos que duelen.
De la misma manera, se explica por qué las mujeres vuelven a dar luz a otros niños después de la primera vez. El dolor se olvida y la sensación de volver a hacer las cosas vuelve con más seguridad.
Usando esta lógica que a mí me convence bastante, explico lo que pasó a mi amiga Miriam, y a mi amiga Somaya que mencioné en el artículo anterior hablando de su divorcio.
Hoy, con casi 21 años, no busco el amor como la mitad de mis amigas, tampoco quiero encontrar un truco como lo digo siempre a mis amigos (para no decirles que la oferta no me interesa). Solo quiero entender qué se debe hacer para olvidar totalmente alguien. Quiero con los sentimientos más idealistas sobre esta tierra encontrar otra lógica, tan convincente como la anterior para poder explicar el por qué de las memorias en las que sigo viviendo aunque lo escondo a menudo.
Acabo con este artículo aquí, reportando una frase del escritor ruso: Leon Tolstoi que explicará sin dudas a todos mis amigos lo que hace que prefiero mirar sentándome cómodamente y virtualmente sobre el puente del Bósforo lo que pasa en la sociedad argelina.
El que ha conocido sólo a su mujer y la ha amado, sabe más de mujeres que el que ha conocido mil.
Speacial thanks to my friend Phil who is making efforts to translate and understand my articles in Spanish.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
A banal day
7 :20am
In the road from my house to my school, there was no other noise, except the one of my brown shoes.
I met again the same faces.
The first neighbor waiting for his kids in his car
The second one in her balcony, already started cleaning.
The other one next to her door with her small daughter was waiting for someone to pass and take her to school.
In the road from my house to my school, there was no other noise, except the one of my brown shoes.
I met again the same faces.
The first neighbor waiting for his kids in his car
The second one in her balcony, already started cleaning.
The other one next to her door with her small daughter was waiting for someone to pass and take her to school.
As always, they commented about me J I realized it when I heard the small girly saying:”… brown trousers…”. I looked at my legs, oh yea. I recognized myself.
Inside all this routine, I wondered if these people are having the same banal life like me.
I wondered if because we meet daily in the same situation, this simply means that nothing new is happening in our lives.
And I wonder, if may be not meeting them once; would mean that something has changed that day
I may confuse myself and confuse all of you with such a complicated analysis.
Because looking back to my list of challenges, I know that the decision is always mine, when it comes to change things.
I know that improvement starts inside us. Even if we don’t do anything special, may be having a different feeling can be enough to change the whole of the day.
I know also that the world is called world because it too big, so are the experiences in it.
I know that listening to Bryan Adams singing: I’ll always be right there; alone in my room, doesn’t specially mean I’m having nothing to live for.
It simply means I’m having time to think again before making my evenings busy.
And that’s my main new challenge: Thinking well before doing anything, because if you forgive yourself for some wrong step in life, then the wild world won’t do so.
There for, I am convinced that experience is logic use of mind.
It is the fruit of all learnings.
That's why, I am so confident of my coming challenges.
Because I know, I learnt a lot
Because I know that I can make everything come true,
Because I know what is between my hands, I can deal with it the way I want.
and because I know that after falling down, we always stand up again strongly.
To the ones reading my blog posts, I'd like to tell that in few time, I'll be blogging again telling you how many goal I achieved.
Till that close future,
I'd like to give a special thank to my friend Phil, always present in my thoughts.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
18th fev, What a day!
3pm exactly in my Swatch, I don't know why looking at it, I remember Swiss people.
May be, because they invented swatches to people who never have time.
I remembered also the previous day.
At that time exactly, I was back home after a lunch badly planned by someone who spent years waiting for me to take it with him.
Actually, the problem was not the fact that I was bored and tired after a long day at college, but because while sitting in front of him and looking at his eyes; I smiled for the wrong reason.
I smiled because my mind was telling me: hey girl! What if you were taking the same lunch with X or Y? would you act same way?
some replies are too obvious that even a blond, would get them.
My last personal message on facebook wasn't a mistake of tapying. Oscar Wilde said in it: "Some people cause happiness wherever they go, and some whenever they go".
It may be just a" feeling"produced by our attachment to people , as explained by scientifics
But somewhere, those who are special, are, wherever they go
Of course, when the heart talks, it is something else. Me, who doesn't have that great practical experience, I still can talk about the practico_theorical one, in which the two opposit sides ( practical, and theory) are equal.
In all of these things, a heart behaves just like the process of the rain. Long time of evaporation of water , well kept to form a wide cloud which will give a heavy rain for long time, but once it stops and you notice that you didn't take any benefit from it...then good luck to meet another cloud
AS much as you try to understand a human being heart, you won't get the exact way that its nerves work with.
But after.all of that..... Still that it is the beauty of the sweetest feelings and the stupidity of the opposit cathegory that make the world go, change, give, teach, help,.. eachone of us.
For those who made me happy , wherever they were, I'd like to say that yesterday, I really wished to be with you.
And for these who make me stop taking the pain killer for my headache whenever they go, I'd also like to say thank you.
Each part of what I lived was a great experience that made of me one of these who are too proud of being meant by the first part of Oscar's famous quotation.
thx for reading.
Monday, February 2, 2009
What a day!
What a day! What a day!
The weather changed thousand of times, I am happy because when I was out, it was sunny
Something funny happened to me today; I was walking to school when two young girls stopped me saying: "aunty aunty, can you help us to cross the street?". I smiled :)
It isn't always that people call me Aunty!!
Yea, I am no longer the baby I have always been.
Time goes and we change with it.
Few meters far, I posted a letter to my friend Teresa, I met again the same neighbour I meet daily. I started to think of my life.
Do I still have the same one, just like my neighbour going and coming?
What did I make the last years?
Do all people living around me have the same daily boring life?
Or do they live in one day, a sigle of doses of adrenaline?
I remembered that my friend Sam was changing his life!
Yea, he was, because he was travelling, getting a new job, meeting new people, for sure eating a different meal, drinking another kind of coffee, calling me from a new phone number
and may be thinking of me differently.
I realized many things.
I realized that this is the changement I wanted to have
I realized that when people are far, we do notice how much we miss them.
I realized that everyday is a new one and it comes for sure with new surprising things
I realized that most of the time you touch someone's heart friendly or he/she touches yours, it is never meant. And this is the beauty of pure things in life.
I also realized that no matter what we would think of our behaviour today, there is always something nice, benefit and strong to give and recieve and that is : THE daily smile.
For today, for the great things that God is giving me, for the nice people I know, for my smile that gives me the force to go over all limits , I am the most proud and happy person
thanks for reading
The weather changed thousand of times, I am happy because when I was out, it was sunny
Something funny happened to me today; I was walking to school when two young girls stopped me saying: "aunty aunty, can you help us to cross the street?". I smiled :)
It isn't always that people call me Aunty!!
Yea, I am no longer the baby I have always been.
Time goes and we change with it.
Few meters far, I posted a letter to my friend Teresa, I met again the same neighbour I meet daily. I started to think of my life.
Do I still have the same one, just like my neighbour going and coming?
What did I make the last years?
Do all people living around me have the same daily boring life?
Or do they live in one day, a sigle of doses of adrenaline?
I remembered that my friend Sam was changing his life!
Yea, he was, because he was travelling, getting a new job, meeting new people, for sure eating a different meal, drinking another kind of coffee, calling me from a new phone number
and may be thinking of me differently.
I realized many things.
I realized that this is the changement I wanted to have
I realized that when people are far, we do notice how much we miss them.
I realized that everyday is a new one and it comes for sure with new surprising things
I realized that most of the time you touch someone's heart friendly or he/she touches yours, it is never meant. And this is the beauty of pure things in life.
I also realized that no matter what we would think of our behaviour today, there is always something nice, benefit and strong to give and recieve and that is : THE daily smile.
For today, for the great things that God is giving me, for the nice people I know, for my smile that gives me the force to go over all limits , I am the most proud and happy person
thanks for reading
Saturday, January 31, 2009
The day I realized that from life I learnt a lot..
It was 17h.
I entered my room, threw myself on my bed, with my arms big opened. I had the eyes closed and crying.
That day, again, Someone I thought deserved my trust had cheated on me.
minutes went, and my mind thought more and more.
I realized that there was no reason to be sad for, because this time, I used my mind and could make my own plan to discover the truth.
This is experience in life.
When I look back to my past life, remembering my first love, I feel sometimes a kind of pain for not being able to love again, or when I remember my lost good friends.
But still, that the lessons I've learnt from all of that are more important than the feeling itself.
I realized that day, that I changed, that I am a wise person.
I realized that life is not all about living or walking with no aims
It is in analysing every small detail around us.
There for, facing sometimes the same situation shouldn't be taken as a new pain but as a basic point like the one used for HACCP , where , after putting the needed changements, you should test them, to see: if yes, or no, you fixed them the right way.
My new resolutions of the new year have just started, and I am fixing them this week.
It is strange, yes!! As the whole of the world think of them by the end of 2008
Still that I make of every new day , another begining, a new hope, a new moment, a new laugh, and an important step to grow.
I am sure that you will wonder which kind of spirits I have or which way do I use to focus in understanding the world?
I would reply by telling that Sensitivity, even if it has always been a weak point for most of people, it is for me the intelligence of the soul.
To all people facing any bad or sad or hurting situation, I would love to say:
never feel broken
take it as an experience
learn from it
discover your mistake
put corretion to it so that you don't commit it again.
beleive that everything happens for a reason
and if you meet again the same situation, ask yourself, ask your mind twice, before acting.
that's all for today
I will be back soon to share you more stories
:):)
Zahra
I entered my room, threw myself on my bed, with my arms big opened. I had the eyes closed and crying.
That day, again, Someone I thought deserved my trust had cheated on me.
minutes went, and my mind thought more and more.
I realized that there was no reason to be sad for, because this time, I used my mind and could make my own plan to discover the truth.
This is experience in life.
When I look back to my past life, remembering my first love, I feel sometimes a kind of pain for not being able to love again, or when I remember my lost good friends.
But still, that the lessons I've learnt from all of that are more important than the feeling itself.
I realized that day, that I changed, that I am a wise person.
I realized that life is not all about living or walking with no aims
It is in analysing every small detail around us.
There for, facing sometimes the same situation shouldn't be taken as a new pain but as a basic point like the one used for HACCP , where , after putting the needed changements, you should test them, to see: if yes, or no, you fixed them the right way.
My new resolutions of the new year have just started, and I am fixing them this week.
It is strange, yes!! As the whole of the world think of them by the end of 2008
Still that I make of every new day , another begining, a new hope, a new moment, a new laugh, and an important step to grow.
I am sure that you will wonder which kind of spirits I have or which way do I use to focus in understanding the world?
I would reply by telling that Sensitivity, even if it has always been a weak point for most of people, it is for me the intelligence of the soul.
To all people facing any bad or sad or hurting situation, I would love to say:
never feel broken
take it as an experience
learn from it
discover your mistake
put corretion to it so that you don't commit it again.
beleive that everything happens for a reason
and if you meet again the same situation, ask yourself, ask your mind twice, before acting.
that's all for today
I will be back soon to share you more stories
:):)
Zahra
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Realizing
The 21st of january 2009
What a day ! what a day !
Again, I felt down from my bed early because I had an exam.
Of course, it wasn’t the big joy. It was so short and so difficult.
Anyhow, I finished studying at 20h. and as always, I went walking in the cold night of this long and tiring month of january, and I had my small monolog.
I remembered that today is the birthday of my first love.
And of course, the crazy mind I have never stops at one idea.
I do remember his last birthday. He was so precious, so important for me.
But people, do you see that life change?
I thought of that sentence saying: yesterday had gone, tomorrow is not here, so lets live today.
I may have taken too much time, to realize finally that the best way to be happy is to take life day by day.
We may feel sometimes that we are lost, sad, tired, or simply fed up with this world, but there is always a way to go over this.
It is obvious to think that today should finish with at least one benefic thing and that tomorrow is a new day which will make of today “yesterday”
During my 20 years of life, I have deeply believed in one thing: growing up makes us change and with the new experiences we live, we realize that there were too many stuffs which have never deserved all what we dedicated to them.
We realize that our minds think differently before acting,
We realize that the theory of decision wasn’t discovered to be kept inside books, but to be used.
We realize that thinking twice before acting always rescues us.
We realize that having two ears and one mouth means: listen twice before talking.
We realize that challenges are what make our days full of action.
We realize that everything goes with time, so when you deeply want something, go over your limits to get it. If you fail, then there is something better waiting for you somewhere else, and don’t worry about what you feel: our minds were made to forget about the bad experiences.
My last words:
Cheer up!
Take life positively!
Never give up a dream when you feel it deeply
And remember that life isn’t what you live , but what you made of your days, society and world.
What a day ! what a day !
Again, I felt down from my bed early because I had an exam.
Of course, it wasn’t the big joy. It was so short and so difficult.
Anyhow, I finished studying at 20h. and as always, I went walking in the cold night of this long and tiring month of january, and I had my small monolog.
I remembered that today is the birthday of my first love.
And of course, the crazy mind I have never stops at one idea.
I do remember his last birthday. He was so precious, so important for me.
But people, do you see that life change?
I thought of that sentence saying: yesterday had gone, tomorrow is not here, so lets live today.
I may have taken too much time, to realize finally that the best way to be happy is to take life day by day.
We may feel sometimes that we are lost, sad, tired, or simply fed up with this world, but there is always a way to go over this.
It is obvious to think that today should finish with at least one benefic thing and that tomorrow is a new day which will make of today “yesterday”
During my 20 years of life, I have deeply believed in one thing: growing up makes us change and with the new experiences we live, we realize that there were too many stuffs which have never deserved all what we dedicated to them.
We realize that our minds think differently before acting,
We realize that the theory of decision wasn’t discovered to be kept inside books, but to be used.
We realize that thinking twice before acting always rescues us.
We realize that having two ears and one mouth means: listen twice before talking.
We realize that challenges are what make our days full of action.
We realize that everything goes with time, so when you deeply want something, go over your limits to get it. If you fail, then there is something better waiting for you somewhere else, and don’t worry about what you feel: our minds were made to forget about the bad experiences.
My last words:
Cheer up!
Take life positively!
Never give up a dream when you feel it deeply
And remember that life isn’t what you live , but what you made of your days, society and world.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Doubts.
It was 15h, I had just finished the course of nutrition.
Put my brown jacket, my glasses, and the music at its top on the headphone of my mobile and started walking.
Put my brown jacket, my glasses, and the music at its top on the headphone of my mobile and started walking.
The songs I listened to were the same two ones: because of you, and, A thousand miles.
I felt that today was going to be another strange day.
I was walking, and Thinking. People was passing, my mind went in some deep feelings with the music and the faces coming in front of me, couldn’t know to what I was looking, as I was wearing my glasses.
At this time, I remembered a worry that I am having since few weeks.
I asked myself, how do I do to be convinced and confident about something and how is it possible to feel in total doubt about others?
I give some examples to explain it in a better way:
I am convinced that I am made to be a restaurant manager, even though I have tried to study different modules at university.
I am convinced that I’ll keep my hair with light black, even though I saw all the possible colors that suit me more.
I am also convinced that if numbers were human beings, then the number 1 would be a man, and 2 a woman.
I realized that to get to a conviction, I need a lot of time, but once made, I can’t have, not a single doubt about them.
This reminds me the last event happening to me with one of my friends, explaining me that friendship can’t come to a love story.
At his words, I laughed a lot, because it is not his argument which would fix my ideas. What he had said , is a conviction in my mind followed by my whole body: I note here: soul, heart, thoughts, feelings…
So back to my doubts, I find it crazy that I still can’t come to a decision about my studies of next year.
My last course in management was about “decisions”. Actually, the bases given by the teacher were really meaningful.
Analyzing the problem, studying all the possible solutions and choosing the one with the most benefits_ between brackets _ with the less disadvantages.
As long as I’ve tried to come to a decision using this method, I found myself in a vicious circle with no possible end.
Still that, at the end of this, I have kind of serious questions:
Why do we doubt?
Is it because of our feelings, our minds, the faced situation, or the fears of the results?
How is it possible to doubt about something and to be convinced of another- in the case- where no proof is used to help us making up our minds?
Is doubt a sort feeling?
I guess, yes; because it affects our hearts and changes our mood.
Again. I think that this subject is typically a part of us ‘human beings’
So till I come to a final decision, I thank all of you for reading
Monday, January 12, 2009
It was a day..
The 12th of january 2009.
It was 8:17 exactly when my mom entered my room, asking me to wake up as it was too late.
When I opened my eyes, and looked at my mobile to see what time was it, I understood that the day was starting bad.
I felt down from my bed and used all the glucides present in my body to get the necessary energy to do my housework and go to school.
As the minister of tourism was coming, we weren't allowed to study, to walk out of the class or to leave the school once we enter it.
And here, my mind started thinking of mistakes.
The first thing coming to it, was: Didn't I make a bad choice by registering at this school?
Actually, my thoughts didn't stop at that point.
So I wondered, if I could be back to the past, will I change something?
If no, does it mean that I am happy with everything I am doing.
If yes, does it mean that I am feeling guilty, and regreting what I have always called MY choices in life?
Inside the mind of a starter in the management carreer, choices seem to be more than simple facts of taking one way and refusing the other.
It is a total theory, and a regreted choice means that I have analysed badly the possibilities and
I didn't study well the coming results of each one.
there for, my feelings of the day were really confused
But as a marketing student, I try to get benefit of every single situation, believing that no product should be thrown, we can always get some advantages.
by the end of today, I wish again, even a month later, that from every small thing we do, we provide ourselves some happiness.
I wish that the 3rd world will start to use some management so that we 'logic people' stop posting hopless articles about our moods of the days.
and I wish that all the beautiful and magic things, even the smallest and simple ones we fell one day, can keep making us smile and fix our motivations to other challenges, hopefully well studied.
Dear Phil, thank you for reading , in advance :)
It was 8:17 exactly when my mom entered my room, asking me to wake up as it was too late.
When I opened my eyes, and looked at my mobile to see what time was it, I understood that the day was starting bad.
I felt down from my bed and used all the glucides present in my body to get the necessary energy to do my housework and go to school.
As the minister of tourism was coming, we weren't allowed to study, to walk out of the class or to leave the school once we enter it.
And here, my mind started thinking of mistakes.
The first thing coming to it, was: Didn't I make a bad choice by registering at this school?
Actually, my thoughts didn't stop at that point.
So I wondered, if I could be back to the past, will I change something?
If no, does it mean that I am happy with everything I am doing.
If yes, does it mean that I am feeling guilty, and regreting what I have always called MY choices in life?
Inside the mind of a starter in the management carreer, choices seem to be more than simple facts of taking one way and refusing the other.
It is a total theory, and a regreted choice means that I have analysed badly the possibilities and
I didn't study well the coming results of each one.
there for, my feelings of the day were really confused
But as a marketing student, I try to get benefit of every single situation, believing that no product should be thrown, we can always get some advantages.
by the end of today, I wish again, even a month later, that from every small thing we do, we provide ourselves some happiness.
I wish that the 3rd world will start to use some management so that we 'logic people' stop posting hopless articles about our moods of the days.
and I wish that all the beautiful and magic things, even the smallest and simple ones we fell one day, can keep making us smile and fix our motivations to other challenges, hopefully well studied.
Dear Phil, thank you for reading , in advance :)
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Time
One of the biggest things of this world, the commander in chief of every single action or thought we involve ourselves in.
As much as I tried to get to an exact definition, I found myself collecting billion of words controlled by it, but I never reached the hoped meaning.
Is it a series of unit composed of seconds, minutes, hours, days, years and centuries?
Actually, that’s not how I would describe it.
Time seems to me to be one of the bases of our lives
Isn’t it the one talking for our ages, birthdays, meetings, duration spent to do things?
So dearest, do you see how important time is?
Since the day I started to realize its importance, my mind also begun at the same time to observe things differently.
I give an example:
The last day of my training, my mind was concentrated in one idea, looking at my swatch and thinking that these faces I am seeing now, will no longer be part of my life in few TIMES
Same thing happened to me when I used to feel sad or get a big disappointment
Even though I think of the pain, my mind concentrates in how long I will need to forget or feel better.
Time is also what makes us grow, and get more in the experiences of life
It is what allows us to discover more about people, to take decisions, to think, to act.
Everything is too controlled by it and sometimes, one sec means a lot.
Yea, to save someone’s life, to win a completion in sport, to add one word on your sheet of exam, or simply to shut up before saying something you would regret, or say something which would change you whole world if you had done it.
So 1sec has never been anything.
Is there anyone of all of us who didn’t say, at least one,” If only I could go back to the past in time and do this and that, or change this and that”.
So why not, thinking well since the beginning in order not to regret anything we do or we live?
Why not making our minds use the sentence “ I take my time, before acting”?
From another side, I see time as the factor that we can only deal with.
No one can stop time when it is making us get older, when it makes the moment we are living get smaller, or when the wait we are in seems to be too long.
World looks like a sauce inside its stew pan , you know that it is end is to be cooked
Good or bad, this depends on your basic ingredients
But one thing can make you come to one of these two results: the TIME of cooking.
As much as I tried to get to an exact definition, I found myself collecting billion of words controlled by it, but I never reached the hoped meaning.
Is it a series of unit composed of seconds, minutes, hours, days, years and centuries?
Actually, that’s not how I would describe it.
Time seems to me to be one of the bases of our lives
Isn’t it the one talking for our ages, birthdays, meetings, duration spent to do things?
So dearest, do you see how important time is?
Since the day I started to realize its importance, my mind also begun at the same time to observe things differently.
I give an example:
The last day of my training, my mind was concentrated in one idea, looking at my swatch and thinking that these faces I am seeing now, will no longer be part of my life in few TIMES
Same thing happened to me when I used to feel sad or get a big disappointment
Even though I think of the pain, my mind concentrates in how long I will need to forget or feel better.
Time is also what makes us grow, and get more in the experiences of life
It is what allows us to discover more about people, to take decisions, to think, to act.
Everything is too controlled by it and sometimes, one sec means a lot.
Yea, to save someone’s life, to win a completion in sport, to add one word on your sheet of exam, or simply to shut up before saying something you would regret, or say something which would change you whole world if you had done it.
So 1sec has never been anything.
Is there anyone of all of us who didn’t say, at least one,” If only I could go back to the past in time and do this and that, or change this and that”.
So why not, thinking well since the beginning in order not to regret anything we do or we live?
Why not making our minds use the sentence “ I take my time, before acting”?
From another side, I see time as the factor that we can only deal with.
No one can stop time when it is making us get older, when it makes the moment we are living get smaller, or when the wait we are in seems to be too long.
World looks like a sauce inside its stew pan , you know that it is end is to be cooked
Good or bad, this depends on your basic ingredients
But one thing can make you come to one of these two results: the TIME of cooking.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Proud
The 24th of december, another day just too different from the previous one
Again; I was back home by the end of the evening, I prayed, took my coffee to fix my mood and opened my laptop.
I thought of my day, this time, I felt proud.
I felt proud of myself for the great choice of religion I made
I felt proud to be Muslim:
Because my religion taught me that humanity is a rule in life
That a smile is a positive small action which makes me get rewards: my Allah’s love and people’s appreciation.
That praying 5 times a day is like taking five baths a day means simply that my soul is always clean.
That fate is the destiny of Allah, and he is the one who knows what the best is for me.
He may take something from me today, and replace it by a better one tomorrow.
That alcohol isn’t a drink, it is the easiest way to death and accidents while driving, it is the destruction of the mind, why to do so? While, even depressed I can fix myself using my intelligence.
That helping others doesn’t mean I am trying to show myself or to get people’s attention, it simply means I am human and the word mercy is part of my religion.
That food is what we use to live, not what we live for.
That telling the truth is the only way to be confident and feel relax.
That we fast during Ramadan to feel what poor people face daily
That giving Zakat is not spending our money , it is helping others in need, and it may seem crazy, but Allah always replace our Zakats by other things, so we never feel that we gave something and didn’t get anything back.
That Dou3a is the words we communicate to allah with, it is what makes the heart feel better.
That there is no difference between people, no difference between black and white, rich and poor, beautiful and less attractive, Arabic and other races, except in one thing, the good and the bad you do.
That not having sex till marriage doesn’t mean I am not open minded, it simply means that with a total conviction, I love to share one of the most beautiful thing in this world with one person for all my life, and give birth to children with the right person, what is more, don’t doctors now ask people to keep faithful to one partner to avoid sexually transmitted diseases, so wasn’t my religion the first one to think of that?
That we are all brothers and sisters and our basic rules are; help,
Honesty,
Share,
Trust,
Faithfulness,
And love.
Again; I was back home by the end of the evening, I prayed, took my coffee to fix my mood and opened my laptop.
I thought of my day, this time, I felt proud.
I felt proud of myself for the great choice of religion I made
I felt proud to be Muslim:
Because my religion taught me that humanity is a rule in life
That a smile is a positive small action which makes me get rewards: my Allah’s love and people’s appreciation.
That praying 5 times a day is like taking five baths a day means simply that my soul is always clean.
That fate is the destiny of Allah, and he is the one who knows what the best is for me.
He may take something from me today, and replace it by a better one tomorrow.
That alcohol isn’t a drink, it is the easiest way to death and accidents while driving, it is the destruction of the mind, why to do so? While, even depressed I can fix myself using my intelligence.
That helping others doesn’t mean I am trying to show myself or to get people’s attention, it simply means I am human and the word mercy is part of my religion.
That food is what we use to live, not what we live for.
That telling the truth is the only way to be confident and feel relax.
That we fast during Ramadan to feel what poor people face daily
That giving Zakat is not spending our money , it is helping others in need, and it may seem crazy, but Allah always replace our Zakats by other things, so we never feel that we gave something and didn’t get anything back.
That Dou3a is the words we communicate to allah with, it is what makes the heart feel better.
That there is no difference between people, no difference between black and white, rich and poor, beautiful and less attractive, Arabic and other races, except in one thing, the good and the bad you do.
That not having sex till marriage doesn’t mean I am not open minded, it simply means that with a total conviction, I love to share one of the most beautiful thing in this world with one person for all my life, and give birth to children with the right person, what is more, don’t doctors now ask people to keep faithful to one partner to avoid sexually transmitted diseases, so wasn’t my religion the first one to think of that?
That we are all brothers and sisters and our basic rules are; help,
Honesty,
Share,
Trust,
Faithfulness,
And love.
Monday, December 22, 2008
I wonder if
Confident about my allah’s love;
I wonder
If tomorrow will be really a new day.
If by the end of 2008, my worries will end
If by the beginning of 2009, a new hope will come
If I will be living in the same country next year at this time
If my best friend will keep being the same
If I will become a hotel or a restaurant manager
If Soumaya my cousin will get married again
If Allah will be happy with all what I have realized
If the world will remember me with good things
If I will finally take this ticket to Istanbul
If I will fall on my head for someone already falling on his for me
If my dreams will come all true
If the world will be living in peace
If I’ll be going to Dubai just for visits to this confusing Algerian_ Palestinian culture
If I can get a house in Syria, where the culture is just too fascinating for me
If dentistry will be able to keep my attractive natural smile
If the purity in my eyes will go one forever
If people will finally understand the one I am
If they will be able to use the words humanity, tolerance, sincerity and honesty as defined in the dictionary
If all people will be equal
If poverty will come to end
If we will all live and act as one
If we will think twice before doing anything bad
If we simply will be giving to our minds and hearts the right to talk
Remembering always that Allah is over all of us
To control his world, his creatures and every single action we do
I wonder
If tomorrow will be really a new day.
If by the end of 2008, my worries will end
If by the beginning of 2009, a new hope will come
If I will be living in the same country next year at this time
If my best friend will keep being the same
If I will become a hotel or a restaurant manager
If Soumaya my cousin will get married again
If Allah will be happy with all what I have realized
If the world will remember me with good things
If I will finally take this ticket to Istanbul
If I will fall on my head for someone already falling on his for me
If my dreams will come all true
If the world will be living in peace
If I’ll be going to Dubai just for visits to this confusing Algerian_ Palestinian culture
If I can get a house in Syria, where the culture is just too fascinating for me
If dentistry will be able to keep my attractive natural smile
If the purity in my eyes will go one forever
If people will finally understand the one I am
If they will be able to use the words humanity, tolerance, sincerity and honesty as defined in the dictionary
If all people will be equal
If poverty will come to end
If we will all live and act as one
If we will think twice before doing anything bad
If we simply will be giving to our minds and hearts the right to talk
Remembering always that Allah is over all of us
To control his world, his creatures and every single action we do
Monday, December 1, 2008
Jealousy...
Attachment toward people has always been expressed by different manners.
From the most beautiful to the strangest one, we all think that we are trying to keep, preserve, or simply prove to our loved ones, how precious they are.
Talking about this, we sometimes get to use the wrong way to show our attachment
Jealousy is an aspect of it.
In what I will be writing, I would love first to explain that I am treating the subject of Jealousy as a sickness and I am not talking in any case, about the normal jealousy that we can have toward someone to make him/ her feel that we do care about them and won’t let them that easily.
I will also show a deep relationship between jealousy and homosexuality by exposing a real practical case.
First of all; let’s try to know what does Jealousy mean?
In the following paragraphs, I’ll report word by word, some of the most expressive definitions I got:
According to Wikipedia:
Jealousy typically refers to the negative thoughts and feelings of insecurity, fear, and anxiety that occur when a person believes a valued relationship is being threatened by a rival. Jealousy often contains a mixture of emotions such as anger, sadness, and disgust. While jealousy and envy are similar, they differ in that jealousy is about something one has and is afraid of losing, while envy is about something one does not have and either wants to acquire it or prevent another from getting it.
According to Pierre Daco (psychologist) in his famous book: “The prodigious victories of psychology”: jealousy is the fatal wound of a big number of couples.
The “loved “person is monopolized and locked up.
The jealous person can never admit that his/her loved one can dream, act, live freely as he/ she wants doing all these things alone, just for one reason
He/ she (the jealous one) is afraid that he/ she goes and escape.
These two definitions were-for me- very interesting ones, lets analyze them together:
Jealousy is a
1 negative
2 insecure feeling
3 full of fears , envy
From these elements; we can built a diagram for jealousy
It contains, first, the jealous person, then the “prisoner” the one the jealous want to preserve
And then the rival, the one supposed to be the mob one taking the protected prisoner ( can be real or imaginary).
This kind of jealousy comes more to control, bother, annoy, and even make the jealous lose his loved one
Because, for a normal person, it is more than a simple jealousy of protection, it’s a total obsession, and envy to have the loved one as a mediocre object, yes as an object. Because it comes opposite to love which is trust, understanding, human resource, care and share.
The jealousy is lack of trust, wrong interpretation to all what the “loved one” does, an egoist act in which only the jealous opinion is taken into consideration,
What’s more, it’s empty of care and share, because it makes the loved one prisoner and fed up in the worst cases
In one of the studied cases of Pierre Dado, he explains one of the aspect of jealousy by a combination of multi_ psychological sicknesses
It can be due to a weakness, lack of trust for the the person herself, as well as a feeling of inferiority, Desire to possess the attractive rival's qualities
· Disapproval of feelings
I wanted to share you this example remembering a story that happened to a friend of mine, few time ago.
X is married to Y since long time, but she keeps acting with the same strange way:
Whenever she sees him talking to a woman, she gets mad, makes of it a big story, sometimes even has violent actions toward the women.
X explains that he has always explained her that he doesn’t care about any woman, and what surprises him, is that she knows well, this is not his kind of women.
The answer is in the last line: they are not his KIND!!!!
The jealous wife Y, is unconsciously choosing the kind of attractive women for her.
It comes to say that unconsciously she is homosexual and doesn’t know how to express her interest for girls, so she uses jealousy as well as her husband feelings to express hers toward women.
well, that's all for this article... thank you for reading.
I will finish by saying tha jealousy- even though has bad aspects- forms a part of our lives, and feeling it is not a bad thing,
No, oppositely, it can show your care and interest. It can be the proof that you don’t ignore your loved ones.
So the only rule, is to feel it the right way, and not abuse of it,
And also make sure to keep it under:
Control
Trust
And respect to the loved one liberty and feelings.
From the most beautiful to the strangest one, we all think that we are trying to keep, preserve, or simply prove to our loved ones, how precious they are.
Talking about this, we sometimes get to use the wrong way to show our attachment
Jealousy is an aspect of it.
In what I will be writing, I would love first to explain that I am treating the subject of Jealousy as a sickness and I am not talking in any case, about the normal jealousy that we can have toward someone to make him/ her feel that we do care about them and won’t let them that easily.
I will also show a deep relationship between jealousy and homosexuality by exposing a real practical case.
First of all; let’s try to know what does Jealousy mean?
In the following paragraphs, I’ll report word by word, some of the most expressive definitions I got:
According to Wikipedia:
Jealousy typically refers to the negative thoughts and feelings of insecurity, fear, and anxiety that occur when a person believes a valued relationship is being threatened by a rival. Jealousy often contains a mixture of emotions such as anger, sadness, and disgust. While jealousy and envy are similar, they differ in that jealousy is about something one has and is afraid of losing, while envy is about something one does not have and either wants to acquire it or prevent another from getting it.
According to Pierre Daco (psychologist) in his famous book: “The prodigious victories of psychology”: jealousy is the fatal wound of a big number of couples.
The “loved “person is monopolized and locked up.
The jealous person can never admit that his/her loved one can dream, act, live freely as he/ she wants doing all these things alone, just for one reason
He/ she (the jealous one) is afraid that he/ she goes and escape.
These two definitions were-for me- very interesting ones, lets analyze them together:
Jealousy is a
1 negative
2 insecure feeling
3 full of fears , envy
From these elements; we can built a diagram for jealousy
It contains, first, the jealous person, then the “prisoner” the one the jealous want to preserve
And then the rival, the one supposed to be the mob one taking the protected prisoner ( can be real or imaginary).
This kind of jealousy comes more to control, bother, annoy, and even make the jealous lose his loved one
Because, for a normal person, it is more than a simple jealousy of protection, it’s a total obsession, and envy to have the loved one as a mediocre object, yes as an object. Because it comes opposite to love which is trust, understanding, human resource, care and share.
The jealousy is lack of trust, wrong interpretation to all what the “loved one” does, an egoist act in which only the jealous opinion is taken into consideration,
What’s more, it’s empty of care and share, because it makes the loved one prisoner and fed up in the worst cases
In one of the studied cases of Pierre Dado, he explains one of the aspect of jealousy by a combination of multi_ psychological sicknesses
It can be due to a weakness, lack of trust for the the person herself, as well as a feeling of inferiority, Desire to possess the attractive rival's qualities
· Disapproval of feelings
I wanted to share you this example remembering a story that happened to a friend of mine, few time ago.
X is married to Y since long time, but she keeps acting with the same strange way:
Whenever she sees him talking to a woman, she gets mad, makes of it a big story, sometimes even has violent actions toward the women.
X explains that he has always explained her that he doesn’t care about any woman, and what surprises him, is that she knows well, this is not his kind of women.
The answer is in the last line: they are not his KIND!!!!
The jealous wife Y, is unconsciously choosing the kind of attractive women for her.
It comes to say that unconsciously she is homosexual and doesn’t know how to express her interest for girls, so she uses jealousy as well as her husband feelings to express hers toward women.
well, that's all for this article... thank you for reading.
I will finish by saying tha jealousy- even though has bad aspects- forms a part of our lives, and feeling it is not a bad thing,
No, oppositely, it can show your care and interest. It can be the proof that you don’t ignore your loved ones.
So the only rule, is to feel it the right way, and not abuse of it,
And also make sure to keep it under:
Control
Trust
And respect to the loved one liberty and feelings.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
parejas: entre costumbres, mentalidad, y cambios de época
Formando parte de ese mundo, las personas no pueden vivir otro que en sociedad.
Eso se ve en los diferentes tipos de relaciones que se pueden crear entre dos personas:
Amistad, fraternidad, y dejo lo mas importante para tratarlo mas adelante: la combinación= el matrimonio
En realidad, el matrimonio que sea legal o solamente unión de dos personas para formar una pareja, representa la parte mas importante de la vida de los humanos
En concreto : Desde la creación de Sayidona “Adam” (Alih salam) eso se nota, aunque tenia una vida esplendida en el paraíso, se sentía muy soltero y su soledad desapareció con la llegada de Sayidatouna Hawa, la mujer con quien pasó el resto de su vida.
Y es así, desde ese día, la gente pase gran parte de su tiempo- para no decir toda su vida_ buscando a la pareja con quien podría seguir pasando sus días ese con amor y alegría.
La unión de dos personas se hace teniendo en cuenta varios motivos.
En el mundo árabe-musulmán, “lo que yo conozco” no existe otra unión que la del matrimonio.
En tiempo de nuestros abuelos, la unión se hacía con el acuerdo de los padres solamente
Así, la mujer como el hombre, no se verían hasta el día de la boda.
Por consiguiente, La pregunta es: ¿cual es el principio de esa boda?
¿Qué va a acercar dos personas que aún no se conocen?
La respuesta es muy clara y absurda:
En unos tiempos de guerra, de pobreza y de falta de conocimiento y estudios, no existía algo más importante que el matrimonio en la vida de la gente.
El objetivo era: tener una familia, y cuando se hablaba de familia se trataba mucho más del tema de tener hijos, sin darle importancia a la mujer. Lo que importaba era que fuera joven, soltera y sobre todo virgen.
Ese tipo de boda, al contrario de lo que piense el mundo occidental, no tiene nada que ver con la religión sino mas bien con los costumbres
Efectivamente, si volvemos a la religión, exactamente al tiempo del profeto Mohammed “salato lah wasalamouhou 3alayh” , notamos en sus matrimonios la tolerancia, y la relación humana llena de amor
Su primera mujer era Khadija, mayor que el de 25 años
su tercera mujer Hafsa era divorciada. Lo que significa que había tenido un hombre en su vida antes y que también no era virgen.
Y mas precioso que todo eso: su unión con sayidatouna omo habiba ( la madre de habiba) que ella no era solamente viuda pero también madre de una pequeña niña. O sea que había tenido un primer matrimonio
Pero con el cambio de los tiempos, con las nuevas tecnologías (internet, televisión) y también el nivel de estudios elevado de la gente ha permitido un gran cambio de la situación.
Actualmente, la gente entiende más la importancia de conocer la pareja, amarle, aceptarle como es, y sobre todo, construir todo con ella
Exactamente en eso punto, podemos hablar del cambio de la mentalidad, donde la mujer al igual que el hombre tiene el derecho de elegir su pareja según sus gustos.
Entonces, el hombre no tiene solo el papel de la persona que solo compra lo que necesita la familia y
Tampoco la mujer es la persona que solo cocina, limpia y cuida a los niños.
Relaciones más humanas que esas se instalan: el amor, la complicidad, la ayuda, y sobre todo el total acuerdo.
Eso se ve en los diferentes tipos de relaciones que se pueden crear entre dos personas:
Amistad, fraternidad, y dejo lo mas importante para tratarlo mas adelante: la combinación= el matrimonio
En realidad, el matrimonio que sea legal o solamente unión de dos personas para formar una pareja, representa la parte mas importante de la vida de los humanos
En concreto : Desde la creación de Sayidona “Adam” (Alih salam) eso se nota, aunque tenia una vida esplendida en el paraíso, se sentía muy soltero y su soledad desapareció con la llegada de Sayidatouna Hawa, la mujer con quien pasó el resto de su vida.
Y es así, desde ese día, la gente pase gran parte de su tiempo- para no decir toda su vida_ buscando a la pareja con quien podría seguir pasando sus días ese con amor y alegría.
La unión de dos personas se hace teniendo en cuenta varios motivos.
En el mundo árabe-musulmán, “lo que yo conozco” no existe otra unión que la del matrimonio.
En tiempo de nuestros abuelos, la unión se hacía con el acuerdo de los padres solamente
Así, la mujer como el hombre, no se verían hasta el día de la boda.
Por consiguiente, La pregunta es: ¿cual es el principio de esa boda?
¿Qué va a acercar dos personas que aún no se conocen?
La respuesta es muy clara y absurda:
En unos tiempos de guerra, de pobreza y de falta de conocimiento y estudios, no existía algo más importante que el matrimonio en la vida de la gente.
El objetivo era: tener una familia, y cuando se hablaba de familia se trataba mucho más del tema de tener hijos, sin darle importancia a la mujer. Lo que importaba era que fuera joven, soltera y sobre todo virgen.
Ese tipo de boda, al contrario de lo que piense el mundo occidental, no tiene nada que ver con la religión sino mas bien con los costumbres
Efectivamente, si volvemos a la religión, exactamente al tiempo del profeto Mohammed “salato lah wasalamouhou 3alayh” , notamos en sus matrimonios la tolerancia, y la relación humana llena de amor
Su primera mujer era Khadija, mayor que el de 25 años
su tercera mujer Hafsa era divorciada. Lo que significa que había tenido un hombre en su vida antes y que también no era virgen.
Y mas precioso que todo eso: su unión con sayidatouna omo habiba ( la madre de habiba) que ella no era solamente viuda pero también madre de una pequeña niña. O sea que había tenido un primer matrimonio
Pero con el cambio de los tiempos, con las nuevas tecnologías (internet, televisión) y también el nivel de estudios elevado de la gente ha permitido un gran cambio de la situación.
Actualmente, la gente entiende más la importancia de conocer la pareja, amarle, aceptarle como es, y sobre todo, construir todo con ella
Exactamente en eso punto, podemos hablar del cambio de la mentalidad, donde la mujer al igual que el hombre tiene el derecho de elegir su pareja según sus gustos.
Entonces, el hombre no tiene solo el papel de la persona que solo compra lo que necesita la familia y
Tampoco la mujer es la persona que solo cocina, limpia y cuida a los niños.
Relaciones más humanas que esas se instalan: el amor, la complicidad, la ayuda, y sobre todo el total acuerdo.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
The school of life..3
From all the things I saw in this world, there is one I could never understand: LIE
First, what is a lie?
Is it opposite to the truth, and it implicates opposition to the honesty?
Is it changing some thing in the truth?
Is it hiding it?
Or is it simply inventing a new story in total difference with what is supposed to be said?
Wikipedia define it as opposition to agreement with fact and good faith.
But as known, people divide lie into 2 types:
A black evil one: to cheat, hurt, annoy others
A white one: to hide the truth in order to avoid problems or to arrange between people
I myself would like to add another type:
The lies said because the one saying them is convinced that they are true.
I have met last year a girl, saying all the time that she speaks Russian.
Of course, she doesn’t and we all know, but she keeps insisting in it and has a convincing face while she says it
Simply, because deep inside her, she believes: she speaks it
Another case, few days ago I have been contacted by a friend of a friend.
The girl contacting me was pretending that she was dating my friend (the guy)
People would think, this is a black lie to annoy me, but it wasn’t. she was convincing!!
I could after analyzing the situation that she deeply believes that they are together.
In this case, a psychiatric treatment would help the patient to feel better
But when it comes to the black lie, I don’t really find any reason to forgive
It happened to me to face this kind of lies
And I had two kinds of reactions.
First, while listening to this lie, the person telling it was enough intelligent to read in my eyes that I was not believing what she/he was saying, even though, I face it with the same cold smile ( :) ) and pretend (with a white lie) that I believe him/her.
In the second case, the person was enough blond, to keep telling mean less things without knowing that I was getting bored, listening to her/him.
I would love to give, in talking about lies 2kinds of classification totally different from what I said before:
Affecting and not affecting:
It happens to me to meet people, truly love them, care for them and simply because an affecting lie
I put them out of mind.
And as well, to love them same way even though they lie, just because it is not an affecting lie.
Lets suppose your best friend always pretends being 30 , and you know well he isn’t –because you searched and discovered he was older or younger- does it affect you?
No, it doesn’t, and it doesn’t affect any side of your friendship just because it is a detail that you don’t care about
You business is more, the feelings if they are true or not, and even if you discover that X wasn’t his name and he is called Y, it won’t matter you.
However, an affecting lie is all what gets into deep aspects and not small details:
I give an example: if someone tells you that you he loves your green eyes, while you know he is lying –because yours are blue- this is an affecting one.
It may be strange but, I have never felt like telling lies to get something, to change it or force it.
That’s why, today on my safe high side, I still wonder
Why someone who is poor pretends being rich in front of others by telling lies?
Why do girls lie to get someone’s heart?
Why do political personalities lie to get the population acceptance?
why do nowadays youth lies pretending to be like european just to get their simpathy?
Why do people simply change the truth that –may be- could have helped them more in getting what they badly wanted?
My questions still all ending with a question mark. Till I get a reply from some liars, I would simply enjoy the feeling of freedom given by the truth when it is always said, whatever we would lose or gain.
thanks for reading.
First, what is a lie?
Is it opposite to the truth, and it implicates opposition to the honesty?
Is it changing some thing in the truth?
Is it hiding it?
Or is it simply inventing a new story in total difference with what is supposed to be said?
Wikipedia define it as opposition to agreement with fact and good faith.
But as known, people divide lie into 2 types:
A black evil one: to cheat, hurt, annoy others
A white one: to hide the truth in order to avoid problems or to arrange between people
I myself would like to add another type:
The lies said because the one saying them is convinced that they are true.
I have met last year a girl, saying all the time that she speaks Russian.
Of course, she doesn’t and we all know, but she keeps insisting in it and has a convincing face while she says it
Simply, because deep inside her, she believes: she speaks it
Another case, few days ago I have been contacted by a friend of a friend.
The girl contacting me was pretending that she was dating my friend (the guy)
People would think, this is a black lie to annoy me, but it wasn’t. she was convincing!!
I could after analyzing the situation that she deeply believes that they are together.
In this case, a psychiatric treatment would help the patient to feel better
But when it comes to the black lie, I don’t really find any reason to forgive
It happened to me to face this kind of lies
And I had two kinds of reactions.
First, while listening to this lie, the person telling it was enough intelligent to read in my eyes that I was not believing what she/he was saying, even though, I face it with the same cold smile ( :) ) and pretend (with a white lie) that I believe him/her.
In the second case, the person was enough blond, to keep telling mean less things without knowing that I was getting bored, listening to her/him.
I would love to give, in talking about lies 2kinds of classification totally different from what I said before:
Affecting and not affecting:
It happens to me to meet people, truly love them, care for them and simply because an affecting lie
I put them out of mind.
And as well, to love them same way even though they lie, just because it is not an affecting lie.
Lets suppose your best friend always pretends being 30 , and you know well he isn’t –because you searched and discovered he was older or younger- does it affect you?
No, it doesn’t, and it doesn’t affect any side of your friendship just because it is a detail that you don’t care about
You business is more, the feelings if they are true or not, and even if you discover that X wasn’t his name and he is called Y, it won’t matter you.
However, an affecting lie is all what gets into deep aspects and not small details:
I give an example: if someone tells you that you he loves your green eyes, while you know he is lying –because yours are blue- this is an affecting one.
It may be strange but, I have never felt like telling lies to get something, to change it or force it.
That’s why, today on my safe high side, I still wonder
Why someone who is poor pretends being rich in front of others by telling lies?
Why do girls lie to get someone’s heart?
Why do political personalities lie to get the population acceptance?
why do nowadays youth lies pretending to be like european just to get their simpathy?
Why do people simply change the truth that –may be- could have helped them more in getting what they badly wanted?
My questions still all ending with a question mark. Till I get a reply from some liars, I would simply enjoy the feeling of freedom given by the truth when it is always said, whatever we would lose or gain.
thanks for reading.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
the school of life..2
Day by day, the greatest school of all times teaches us billion of new things, gives exercises, and make us take exams
As long as I have been observing it, I understood that the best students, who pass, are the ones who learn the lesson from the first time and learn it well.
I also realized that if you don’t take the lesson, you will never learn.
In one of my courses of philosophy, I learnt that there was no total freedom to do, act, think, and live as we want.
There is always a strong force inside everyone of us that make us, behave the way it wants
Of course, by these words, I don’t talk about religion, as well I don’t mean customs
I talk about the force of feelings. Something that we all live with, no matter who we are, where we come from,and what we beleive in
I know, few are the ones who expected it to be my argument.
I would love, in order to convince you, to ask some questions.
Could you oblige your heart even once, to hate someone that you truly love?
Could you force it to love or to stop loving when it is doing so?
Could you simply be able to ignore something you feel?
Of course, no. Even if you try hard to hide, escape or pretend that you are that one who you aren’t
Feelings have always been the commander
And controlling doesn’t mean not feeling
So we all live under the same sky
This lesson wasn’t a new one for me. But what I usually ask myself about is:
Do I need to express what I feel, whatever it is?
If no, then what should I express and what should I keep for myself?
And if I should keep it, then why do all people say that if you never try, you will never know.
And if I tell, then what guaranties that I will not hurt, break, or lose someone?
It comes to understand where my freedom stops, and not when it starts.
Is it true that-in feelings- as in any other situation, it stops when people's freedom starts?
Does it mean that I can't express what I want, just because the freedom of others to refuse to listen starts?
The problem of freedom percentage stills a big subject to argue and debate about.
But, till it comes to a final agreement, the only freedom in feelings is the feeling itself.
As long as I have been observing it, I understood that the best students, who pass, are the ones who learn the lesson from the first time and learn it well.
I also realized that if you don’t take the lesson, you will never learn.
In one of my courses of philosophy, I learnt that there was no total freedom to do, act, think, and live as we want.
There is always a strong force inside everyone of us that make us, behave the way it wants
Of course, by these words, I don’t talk about religion, as well I don’t mean customs
I talk about the force of feelings. Something that we all live with, no matter who we are, where we come from,and what we beleive in
I know, few are the ones who expected it to be my argument.
I would love, in order to convince you, to ask some questions.
Could you oblige your heart even once, to hate someone that you truly love?
Could you force it to love or to stop loving when it is doing so?
Could you simply be able to ignore something you feel?
Of course, no. Even if you try hard to hide, escape or pretend that you are that one who you aren’t
Feelings have always been the commander
And controlling doesn’t mean not feeling
So we all live under the same sky
This lesson wasn’t a new one for me. But what I usually ask myself about is:
Do I need to express what I feel, whatever it is?
If no, then what should I express and what should I keep for myself?
And if I should keep it, then why do all people say that if you never try, you will never know.
And if I tell, then what guaranties that I will not hurt, break, or lose someone?
It comes to understand where my freedom stops, and not when it starts.
Is it true that-in feelings- as in any other situation, it stops when people's freedom starts?
Does it mean that I can't express what I want, just because the freedom of others to refuse to listen starts?
The problem of freedom percentage stills a big subject to argue and debate about.
But, till it comes to a final agreement, the only freedom in feelings is the feeling itself.
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