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2007-06-17T00:51:00.000Z

What if you don’t see it?
What if you don’t feel it?
What if you don’t find it?
What if you don’t get it?

You go, you run
You escape
You fly, you cry
You scream

You surrender
You leave it all
You go under
You wait to fall

What if you don’t see it?
What if you don’t feel it?
What if you don’t find it?
What if you don’t get it?

You see darkness
You lost hope
You feel sadness
You lose scope

You touch fears
You breathe horror
You drink tears
You break mirror

What if you don’t see it?
What if you don’t feel it?
What if you don’t find it?
What if you don’t get it?

2007-06-02T15:59:00.000Z

2007-06-02T15:32:00.000Z

Do they really think differently?

Same Interview with Four Young People from:
Trinidad and Tobago, Morocco, Tunisia, and Turkey

By Safae Alem

What are their ideas about democracy, terrorism, and freedom of speech?
To what extent can people, from different parts of the world, share the same ideas?
We may find answers to these questions by reading the following interview with four young
people from Trinidad and Tobago, Morocco, Tunisia, and Turkey. The interviewees answered the same 10 questions without informing them that they would be answered by other persons.

They are:

Amir, 23, is a citizen from the Caribbean country; Trinidad and Tobago. He is from East Indian descent. He is currently pursuing a degree in chemical engineering. He lives in the Central Region of Trinidad.

Nawal Hadduzi, 23. A Moroccan student pursuing her English studies at Abdelmalek Essaadi University, Faculty of Letters, situated in Martil, Tetuan. She lives in Tetuan.

Mohamed Majid, 26. A Tunisian engineer, graduated from the INSAT, Tunis. He works as a professional buyer, BG TUNISIA Ltd (Subsidiary of BG Group) at Hannibal Gas Treatment Plant, Contract & Procurement Department, Sfax, Tunisia.

Tolga, 22, from Istanbul, Turkey. He is a student of mathematics. He will be a math teacher in a year.

Supposing we know nothing about your country. How would you present it from a perspective of a young citizen?

Amir: My country has gone from an agricultural society to a much industrialised society because it has a great amount of natural resources. Hence it is still in a developing stage. People of Trinidad and Tobago are of a multi ethnic background. In brief, as a young citizen, the country is a fast developing one in all areas trying to break free of a third world system in order to elevate its status with a very high class education system and a fast developing industrial sector.

Nawal: Morocco is one of the most beautiful countries in the world, and this is due to its natural landscapes which attract tourists from different places. It economy depends mainly on agriculture, tourism, and foreign investments. It is the only African country that is not currently a member of the African Union. In addition, Morocco is an ethnically diverted country with a rich culture and civilization.

Mohamed: Tunisia is a young country which is growing up steadily. Its economy is growing fast in the last 5 years; there are more investment in the Oil & Gas field and more production of natural gas. The government is doing well, relying on teenagers by providing a good assistance to fulfil their studies. The country is considered one of the safest countries (North Africa / Middle East).
I always feel like I am missing one of my "three parents" when I travel outside Tunisia.

Tolga: Turkey is a Euro-Asian country which is trying hard to join the European Union. Our country has known an important growth in all domains lately. Our industry is becoming more and more developed, and it can compete with the biggest industries. Also, Turkey is a very beautiful country with different natural aspects and important historic monuments. As a young citizen, I would represent it as a very beautiful place in the universe and not only in the world. Every person should visit my country at least once in a lifetime.

What do you like the most in your country? What do you dislike in it?

Amir: What I like the most in my country is relaxed atmosphere and the freedom to practice your rights without any kind of restrictions.
What I dislike the most is the government and how they manage the country.

Nawal: What I like the most in Morocco is nature and music.
I dislike Moroccan politicians.

Mohamed: Actually I like many things in Tunisia; nature, culture, religion, mixture of people, and security.
I dislike: some people’s attitudes.

Tolga: I like nearly everything in my country except traffic jam in Istanbul and some selfish people who believe that everybody should think the way they do.

What is your opinion about democracy? To what extent do you think it is applied in your country?

Amir: Well my opinion about democracy is that citizens in a country should have a great deal of freedom in choosing the elected one to run that country. They also have to have their impact on decisions that may be made to run that country.

Nawal: Some people think that democracy in Morocco is a shameless window dressing. They say quite correctly that the nature of the political system has not changed. Personally, I believe that all this talk of taking steps in the direction of modernity and democracy is essentially for foreign consumption, especially for Europe. Yet, without a responsive and transparent government and an engaged civil society, the promise of a stronger democracy is difficult to obtain.

Mohamed: Good question. I think democracy is applied in Tunisia to a certain level. But we have to rethink about the way we apply it in order to avoid some problems.

Tolga: Democracy is one of the most important needs of human beings. In my country, everybody loves democracy. However, some people think that they love it more than others so it causes some problems. I think democracy is applied in my country since people can choose freely their Prime Minister.

Terrorism has become one of the most important issues in the world. How do you define it? Do you think your country is also a target to terrorism?

Amir: Terrorism in today’s world has been made to seem that anyone belonging to the Islamic faith is categorized as a terrorist. That is the picture that the media has given to the world today. In contrast, when people from other religious faiths commit a "terrorist" act, the media rarely call them terrorists.
No, I don’t think my country is a target to terrorism.

Nawal: Terrorism is to harm innocent people, but I think the definition is relative, right? Unfortunately, Morocco has become threatened by many attempts to destroy its political and social systems. In my opinion, what happened in Casablanca lately was the beginning of terrorism in Morocco. They want to disfigure the image of Morocco in the eyes of other countries.

Mohamed: Terrorism may mean extremism; it can be avoided by negotiation. Definitely, Terrorism is targeting all North Africa. Particularly, Tunisia suffered from this hurricane two months ago, but (Thanks God) it was under control.

Tolga: I think terrorism is not a concept as many people think. It is the new way of war between countries or ideas. Many events have been called terrorist attacks or acts, but I don' think this is right.
Yes, I think Turkey is a target to this evil and I hope this will end soon.

Freedom of speech may have advantages and disadvantages. What do you think about it? Should people become FREE to say and write anything they like? Do people have freedom of speech in your country?

Amir: Freedom of speech I think is a good thing. However, sometimes, to talk about whatever in the wrong crowd may cause more harm than good. Anyway, there should be an extent to freedom of what one can write and say but not totally.
Yes I would like to think so but again there are boundaries that citizens have to go by with respect to this freedom of speech, I wonder how free this thing that is called freedom of speech is!

Nawal: One of the gravest issues that any society in this world can deal with is the lack of freedom of speech. Personally, I don't think it exists in Morocco and I believe that this freedom would give an opportunity to Moroccans to develop their ideas and culture. However some boundaries have to be respected.

Mohamed: Yes, this is recognised all around the world. The problem is some people try to say whatever they like when you give them a certain degree of freedom, but they only become parrots!
Honestly, I've heard about this issue, but I don't know if they have it or not.

Tolga: "One's freedom ends where other's freedom starts"; this is what I believe, and it includes freedom of speech. Well, I think people in Turkey have this kind of freedom to some extent.

If you are asked the grand question posed to 199 great scientists: “what is your most dangerous idea?” What would be your answer?

Amir: Ha-ha, My most dangerous idea? Well I haven’t really thought about anything to that extent since it is not in me, so I am indeed sorry that I can’t answer this question.

Nawal: My dangerous idea… I don’t know really. It may be a coming Tsunami!

Mohamed: developed Sub-Saharan countries. I think this may change the world.

Tolga: I haven't thought about something like that, but if I do I'll let you know.

In the following sentences, which word you would pick up to fill the blank?

I wish if there is no … in the world.
I wish if I could live in…
I dream of visiting …
I want my country to be the first in/to…
if I were president, my first movement would be against …

Amir:
a. I wish if there is no discrimination [all types] in the world.
b. I wish if I could live in Saudi Arabia [medina].
c. I dream of visiting New Zealand.
d. I want my country to be the first to have a society where there is no crime.
e. If I were president, my first movement would be against war.

Nawal:
a. I wish if there is no terrorism in the world.
b. I wish if I could live in peace.
c. I dream of visiting Mecca.
d. I want my country to be the first in developing.
e. If I were president, my first movement would be against illiteracy.

Mohamed:
a. I wish if there is no death in the world.
b. I wish if I could live in heaven.
c. I dream of visiting my mom (she died).
d. I want my country to be the first in technology.
e. If I were president, my first movement would be against poverty.

Tolga:
a. I wish if there is no money in the world.
b. I wish if I could live in my dreams.
c. I dream of visiting the entire world.
d. I want my country to be the first in everything good.
e. If I were president, my first movement would be against racism.

What and who do you love the most?

Amir: I love God the most.

Nawal: I love our prophet Mohamed the most.

Mohamed: I love my mom and my sweetheart Sara.

Tolga: I love Allah the most.

What and who do you hate the most?

Amir: I hate the Satan the most.

Nawal: I hate George Bush the most.

Mohamed: I hate goodbyes.

Tolga: I hate nothing.

what is your :
a. dream
b. fear

Amir: My dream is to achieve a successful life in this world and firm grasp of my faith; as a result to be more successful in the life hereafter.
My fear is to become a non Muslim

Nawal: My dream is to achieve a good degree in society. My fear is about the future of Morocco.

Mohamed: Success, but I think this is my goal. So, my dream is to assist the Formula one race, Monaco Grand Prix. My fear is failure.

Tolga: I'm sorry I don't like to share my dreams. My fear is to lose a dear person.

From the west to the east, Amir, Nawal, Mohamed, and Tolga answered my questions. They agreed upon many ideas and they also have different personal thoughts. Young people may have some original ideas that can help in developing and improving their societies. I think that decision makers should take them into consideration.

2007-06-02T14:59:00.000Z

The Fall of Taliban…
Was it a Rose for Afghan Woman?

By Safae Alem

2001 was the end of Taliban and the beginning of Afghan women’s hope of a new life. Many promises were made by the powerful men and women of the world. They were Promises of a better future with equal rights between both genders and of social and economic development. Cherie Blair said in November 2001: “We need to help Afghan women free their spirit and give them their voice back, so they can create the better Afghanistan we all want to see.” George Bush boasted in December 2001: “Women now come out of their homes from house arrest.” Colin Powell made a promise in 2001: “The rights of the women of Afghanistan will not be negotiable.” In January 2002, George W. Bush said in his State of the Union address, “The last time we met in this chamber, the mothers and daughters of Afghanistan were captives in their own homes, forbidden from working or going to school. Today women are free...” Today we are in 2007, which means 5 years after Taliban, the question is were those promises fulfilled?

Afghan women have known various kinds of oppressions through the country’s history. The most pernicious were during Taliban’s period when women had been controlled by men. They were oppressed and tortured through the rigid interpretation of Islam by Mullahs. Thus, women had been banned from many activities, varied between crucial and ordinary. Ban on woman studying. Ban on woman’s work outside home. Only a few female doctors and nurses were allowed to work in some hospitals only in Kabul since all Afghan women - not only in Kabul - were prohibited to see male doctors. Ban on woman’s activity outside home unless accompanied by a mahram. Ban on woman’s playing sports or entering a sport center or club. Ban on women wearing high heel shoes. Ban on the use of cosmetics (Many women with painted nails had fingers cut off), and even ban on women laughing loudly!

In fact, the removal of Taliban served women to persevere in order to change their situation in Afghan society. They have been struggling for years and finally succeeded in gaining equal rights in the new Afghan constitution. They participated in two national elections and two Loya jirahs (a large meeting held in Afghanistan, attended by regional, political, military and religious leaders). They won seats n the national parliament. They have become able to attend school and to work. Also, Afghan woman continued their political activities and reached some important positions nationally and internationally. We can mention Sima Samar, the first woman minister of Ministry of Woman’s Affairs in the transitional government if Hamid Karazai, Zahida Ansari, Afghanistan’s ambassador to Bulgaria, and Mas’uda Jalal who was Afghanistan’s first female presidential candidate.

But even though, many of the fundamental problems remain unchanged. Starting with the burqa, which was and is still an issue in woman’s life in Afghanistan. Under Taliban’s control, women were forced to wear burqa and had been beaten if they refused. But the paradox is that the majority of Afghan women are still wearing it. “…I was walking with an Afghan colleague to a meeting on women's rights; I spotted an ice-cream vendor in the hot, dusty street. I rushed ahead and returned with two cones of lemony ice. I held one out to my friend. ‘Forgive me,’ she said. ‘I can't.’ She was wearing a burqa.” Ann Jones said. She continued: “I'd watched women trip on their burqas and fall. I'd watched women collide with cars they couldn't see. I knew a woman badly burned when her burqa caught fire. I knew another who suffered a near-fatal skull fracture when her burqa snagged in a taxi door and slammed her to the pavement as the vehicle sped away.” An Afghan woman nodded towards her burqas and said “I want to pour oil on top and set them on fire. I hate them.”

However, when we come close to crucial problems, burqa seems to be the less significant. Afghanistan is about the poorest country in the world. About 85% of Afghan women are illiterate. About 95% are routinely exposed to domestic violence. Half of pregnant women die in childbirth, putting Afghanistan in the first ranges of the highest maternal death in the world. One third of the country is without girls’ schools because of the attacks made by Taliban and anti-government groups against female students and teachers. “If the families do not allow their daughters to study, we cannot have women teachers, doctors and engineers,” Masooma, 19, pointed out. “ ‘If there are no women doctors, there is no treatment for women patients’, since women in this ultra-traditional area are not allowed to be attended by male doctors.” Lashkar Gah reported. Also, the academy which consists of kitchens, vast halls, and a theatre and which can accommodate 200 students received only 4 female students. Forced marriages represent about 60% to 80% of all Afghan marriages. 57% of girls are married before the legal marriage age of 16. In addition, female politicians and activists face intimidation and violence. “Women who are standing up to defend women's rights are not being protected,” says Brita Fernandes Schmidt of Womankind Worldwide. “Women's rights activists are getting killed, women's NGO workers are getting killed, and that is not going to change unless some drastic action is taken,” she continues.

Women’s problems related with men are the most horrible. Afghan women are the property of men. They can be sold and traded; they can be exchanged for animals in disputes between warlords; and they are given as amends in “conflict resolution” or as a payment for debts. Violence against women is an ordinary activity for the majority of Afghan men. “Widow Bibi Gul, 60, gathered her two daughters in a quiet room to tell their story. After her husband died, said Gul, she refused to surrender the deeds to their house, so her two youngest sons drove her into the desert and threatened to kill her. 'They pulled me out of the car and beat me,' she said. 'They said they would throw me into a well.' ” Declan Walsh reported. “Although Afghan law sets the minimum marriageable age for girls at 16, girls as young as eight or nine are commonly sold into marriage. Female doctors in Kabul maternity hospitals describe terrible life-threatening ‘wedding night’ injuries that husbands inflict on child brides. In the countryside, far from medical help, such girls die.” Ann Jones said.

For that, a big number of Afghan women try to escape. But escaping is a crime in the eye of Afghan society; the woman alone outside home is accused to be guilty of the crime of zina (engaging in sexual activity) whose sentence is putting in jail for an indefinite term or being murdered by the woman’s male family members “to restore the family honour.” The raped victim is treated the same, since there is no excuse for any sexual contact. Dishonour for Afghan family is always related to girls and women. They can bring dishonour if they are raped or escaped; if they are kidnapped and sold into sexual slavery; and even if they commit suicide. The latter is spreading widely among Afghan women. They kill themselves to flight from the cruel life; from beating, sexual abuse, forced marriage, imprisonment, and honour killing.

It is true that the fall of Taliban gave an opportunity to Afghan woman to experience a kind of freedom. She can now go to school, she can work, and she can go out alone. But the reality is that the end of Taliban did not make an end to the country traditions. In contrary, they remain unchanged. Violence against women exists not only outside but inside the house; husbands beating their wives only because they feel like to do it. Young girls are forced to get married with old men. Although Afghan activist women are fighting to catch some rights, they are far from changing people’s minds and convictions. What is happing inside Afghan society reflects retarded mind of people, especially men. There is no doubt that Afghan woman feels regretful and maybe ashamed of being female even if it was not her choice. Who can deny it? If she is treated like animals and exchanged for them; if she is seen as a sex doll, as a machine to produce children, and sometimes as a non-human being which deserves torture and abuse.

Miracles of hearts

2007-01-12T23:16:00.000Z

They may wait or hide

They follow sand and rain

Waves of the ocean’s tide

Water drops, pearls chain

The long wing-horse’s ride

Miracles of hearts reamain

They just come at length

In all despairing lives

To give a tender strength

Love’s heartbeat arrives

After agony.. lonly days

Long meditations each night

After obscure dark ways

Unmapped roads of unlight

To open the joyful gate

To let sorrow declines

To melt hope with fate

The essence of life shines

Drawing from heaven’gate

Dreams with golden lines

2007-01-12T21:50:00.000Z

أحيانا يحس الواحد من الناس إحساسا هو ليس للمرة الأولى وإنما هو جديد كل مرة... إحساس ليس مما يخط حروفا... ولا مما يرسم

ألوانا ... ولا مما يعزف لحنا ... إحساس يخطه القلب ويرسمه الفؤاد وتعزفه الروح المنتشية بالسعادة الخفية

إنه ليس مما يحرك القلب فقط... بل إنه يهزه هزا... ويرجه رجا
لو اجتمعت الألسن على أن تبدع شيئا من ذاك الشعور لما أبدعت... ولو اتفقت اللغات على أن تصف ذاك الإحساس لما وصفت

إنه نسيم رقيق يأتي ليلف القلب ويشرح الصدر
إنها لمسة سماوية تأتي بنقاء للروح وصفاء للنفس... شيء من الجنون الجميل.. يأتي ليذكر العقل أن القلب يتمرد أحيانا وأن الفؤاد يستبد أيضا

معنى لم يستكمل معناه من اللغة ولم يستوعب فحواه الفكر... هو ربما يكون نفسه لغة، وربما يكون فكرا... لغة كلامها هو نجوى الأفئدة... وفكرا تتواصل به الأرواح

...إحساس يتجدد كلما تذكر القلب أنه موجود... فهو منه و له وإليه

فإن حدث و أحس قلبك بوجوده... خل له السبيل ليرقص رقة الفرح ويغني مقطوعة السعادة فإنه قد أحياه الاحساس النبيل... الحب

...

2007-01-05T16:34:00.000Z

Crying till tears dry

Losting hope and joy

Scaling in an unknown sea

Loosing directions and cry

Wondering about later and now

Asking when?where?and why?

Trying to flee and leave it all

Wanting to go and to fly

Thinking deeply with agony

Seking for a saver or an ally

Then...

Then you see a soft light

Shining from a beautiful star

Bringing a gleam to the dark night

Reviving your dying heart

Calling you for a long flight

Holding firmly your soul

Drawing for you in pink and white

Playing for you piano and guitar

Gazing at you with a tender sight

Offering you a yearning hand

Making you feel simlpy alright

Then..

Then you open your eyes...

Coming back again to the real life

Waking up after the sweet dream

Living again on the ground

Looking to stars in their sky

Wishing to go to the dream

Feeling happiness at least there

There...

2006-09-16T19:24:00.001Z

Neveah doesn’t want to sleep
She doesn’t want to still awake
She wants her soul to go there
To leave it all
To escape…
Towards there

Where there’s no pain
No crys
No limits
No boundries
No logic
No rules

Where there ‘s the real dream
Where whishes are true
Where life is beautifully lived

There…
The only somewhere
Which can be a relief
To her pain
To her fears
To her tears

She knows that…
“There” is far…
Too far
To be reached
But…
Still wishing
To leave and live There… in Heaven !

...إنها

2006-09-13T23:20:00.000Z

...إنها من تطبع البسمة على الشفاه، من تحيي الضحكة في الثغور، من تزرع الحب في القلوب

...إنها من تعزف موسيقى السرور، من تزيح غمامة الشجون، من تلم جراح القدر

...إنها هي... منار مشع لسفينة الروح، جزيرة هادئة في محيط الحياة، قلعة محصنة من نوائب الزمن

كلمة كائنة، كانت وستكون... محفورة حروفها في قاموس المعاني الإنسانية... يرتشف من نبعها كل من يفتقد الحب والود والأمل... يستمد من دفئها كثير ممن عصفت بهم ثلوج القدر القاسية... و يستنير بنورها من أحاطته ظلمات الحياة

الموحشة

كلمة واحدة، لكنها تتسع لتحضن كلمات و كلمات مما اطلعت عليه النفس البشرية من معان خالدة... ثم تسمو و ترقى لتعلو عرش الروابط الروحية التي عرفها الإنسان

مسحة من يد الرحمة الإلــهية أخذت من أسماء اللغة اسما، تقبع بين كل حرف والذي يليه ألفاظ أطلقتها لغة القلوب الصامتة على ما يلوج فيها من المعاني الرائعة التى أبدعت فن الوجدان الإنساني، فخطت تاريخ السعادة ورسمت لوحة الأمل ونثرت شعر السكينة ثم عزفت مقطوعة الحب لتشرق منها كلها شمس أفق الحياة... الصداقة

My friend

2006-09-04T22:30:00.000Z

To have great friends is a real bounty.
It hleps you to live happiness, to know love, and to feel warmth…
From my dear friend Nawal ; I received those sweet words…
Words that give me a fresh breath whenever I read them,
Words that go deeply into my heart...
‘Cause they remember me that,
there is always somebody there,
For me…

I can say nothing more but Thank you Nawal.
We will always remain friends dear.

The poem is intiteled :

My friend

When I am hurt
I tell you my pain
When I am lost
You are there to show me the way

When times seem to get rough
You some how seem to show up
We might not get along but we try the best we can
But no matter what we always seem to get throw the bad times

I hope we remain friends
Even when the road starts to end
Lets stay friends like we were from the start
And I mean every word from the heart

Heart’s revelation

2006-08-29T20:11:00.000Z

It’s neither destiny nor fate
That made you my choice
I’m trying to forget you or hate
Like a trial to catch sun rays
I ignore when you’ll open your gate
For my broken heart who says :
“I’m the king but you’re my checkmate
Me who was of rock and ice !

But now…

Now i’m melting into your heat
Even you’re apart from my sight
I can feel you in every beat
In every moment of day and night
If you’ll be my throne or my seat
I want you to be my shining light”.

في ليلتها المظلمة

2006-08-27T20:51:00.000Z

أفكار وأسرار
أسئلة بلا أجوبة
ظلام وآلام
حكايات و نهايات
هجران و نسيان
وداع وضياع

في ليلتها المظلمة

أحزان و مآسي
سفن بلا مراسي
جرح قلب آسي
ليل للصبح ناسي

في ليلتها المظلمة

مشكاة هناك تتجلى
مصباح فيها يتدلى
راحت هي تتملى
وبلمسه كانت تتسلى

في ليلتها المظلمة

سقط المصباح وراح
مكسورا وعيونها الملاح
تبكيه دمعا قد ساح
ويعود البؤس قدرا قد لاح

في ليلتها المظلمة

لكن المصباح كان بلا نور
فلم تبكيه يا بدر البدور؟
زجاجه كانت ملؤه الكسور
و دون زيت فكيف يشع النور؟

في ليلتها المظلمة

You...

2006-08-22T20:43:00.000Z

My dear friend Nassiba told me this morning she would send me a “surprise” …and so it was…
It was a poem… Yea, a poem about me !
When I read it, I couldn’t hold my tears…
I could just stand wordless !
At that moment, words of all languages refused to express how I felt...

But Friend…I want to tell you something…
You are the moonlight that sees things brightening and shining under your gleaming light…!

I'll always be there for you
Whenever and wherever...
And your precious words will be engraved in my heart forever.

The poem is intiteled:

You...

Deprived from all senses… you are my moment of well-being
Lost in the world of unknown tenses… you bring back my breathing
Your timeless existence… is the secret of my life sustaining!
If wishes become horses... I know that u will keep riding

Smile…laugh...celebrate...whistle…and keep dancing
That’s all what can speed up my healing

It gets dark sometimes, but you are always the coming morning
The rainbow that follows the clouds… and a cheerful spring evening…
Friendship comes in many guises… yours is always shining
You are purity itself, and a fragrance sweet smelling...
So may I call you an Angel? 'cause no word is more befitting...
Don’t draw an exclamation mark, I’m not overestimating!!

إلى متى

2006-08-16T10:45:00.000Z

إلى متى تظل حبيسة الفراغ
يؤلمها الشجون، يرفض الوداع
باحثة عن منفذ وسط الضياع
و دمعها يجري دون انقطاع

وحيدة، بئيسة... يائسة هي
والبسمة على ثغرها راسية
رأوها فظنوها لاهية
وهي التي دوما آسية

حالك ليلها رغم القمر
يومها ملؤه السآمة و الضجر
قلبها ينفطر له الحجر
لكن أبدا لا يحسه بشر

غض الطرف عن واقع المآل
صمت مطبق كصمت الجبال
ظلام... ليل.. خوف وأهوال
إلى متى تظل على هذه الحال؟

من مذكراتي

2006-08-13T22:31:00.000Z

28/12/2005

... إنها سعادة ممزوجة بأمل خفي... ورد أبيض، وشاح وردي ينسدل، ندف ثلج تتساقط ريدا رويدا... شمس تشرق، لا بل شمس ذهبية تشرق، إنها... ...لوحة الأمل

07/01/2006

...إنها تمطر

أستطيع سماع القطرات، قطرة قطرة... أغمض عيني و أسمع... أصغي بهدوء لصوت المطر... موسيقى منتظمه، ما احلاه
لو أن الواحد من الناس حاول تخيل المطر نازلا عليه... فتغسله القطرات و تلفه العبرات... ألن يكون الإحساس رائعا؟ أما أنا فقد تخيلت القطرات تغسل قلبي العبرات تلفه... تغسله من كل الأحزان التي مضت وتلفه بهالة أمل يهفو لها و يرنو إليها... انزل يا مطر... اسقطي يا

...قطرات و اهطلي يا عبرات... فقلبي ها هنا ينتظر

22/02/2006

أحيانا يستشعر الإنسان لحظات من السعادة بتذوقه لمعان عميقة الأثر... معان موجودة دائما، لكنها لا تلمس كما يجب أن تلمس، ولا تحس كما يجب أن تحس في كل وقت وكل حين

شمس محمرة احمرار الذهب...تنزل رويدا رويد لتضيء التلال المخضرة الموشحة بتاج الغمام ذي الألوان الزهرية المبتهجة قهقهات بريئة تسمع بين الحين و الحين لتكسر ذلك الهدوء الوقور و تمنحه لمسة من الشباب البهيج
...دفئ الصداقة و الحب يغمر القلوب رغم برودة الطقس...لمسات رائعة...اجتمعت لتكون لحظات من السعادة اللذيذة

2006-08-11T19:51:00.000Z

This place…

2006-08-10T22:30:00.000Z

A poem that mixed sadness and hope together...

A poem that expressed itself deeply and strongly...

A poem, soft.. smooth and musically slow...

A poem... Written by my dear friend Nassiba,

So...

Let us read it again and again...

Feel it again and again...

And "live holding passion and love" as much as we can !

I know this place for so long…
Wild, dark and mysterious...
I know this smell for so long…
Strange, terrific and marvellous..
I wonder when will I sing the song
And why this pain is ubiquitous?

No need to cry
No time to complain
The tears will dry
Even under the rain

It’s time to share...to give and to forgive
It’s time to dare... to love and to live
Live and know how to cope
Live holding passion and hope…

Shine

2006-08-03T17:49:00.000Z

Moonlight...

2006-07-30T21:23:00.000Z

Moonlight …
Always there…
Never let u alone…
It may stay…
But not for ever…
It may leave…
Again, not for ever…
It brings hope…
It raises love…
It sends wishes…

Moonlight…
Don’t leave me !
Moonlight…
Stay with me !

You are the one
The only one
Who bears tears
Who hears fears

Moonlight...
Don't leave me !
Moonlight...
Stay with me !

You are the one
The only one
Who greets hearts
Who heats hearts

Moonlight…
Shine …!
Keep shining…
Brightly,
Smoothly,
Quietly…
There…
In your sky
And never…
Never say goodbye…

Galerie des dix joies

2006-07-27T23:40:00.000Z

Il est là, le premier tableau
Forêt, montagnes, et fleuves
Oiseaux, et musique de l’eau

Splendide mer bleue et soleil doré
C’est dans le deuxième tableau
Aussi, sables et coquillages colorés

Le nommé trois est pour la pleine lune
Un ciel noir et des étoiles
Qui brillent au yeux d’une jolie brune

Parmi ceux le quatre chantant
Rien que des tulipes en toutes couleurs
Même de l’azur et de printemps

La pluie qui tombe sur le cinq d’hiver
Calme, beau et tranquille paysage
L’arc-en-ciel et la lumière légère

Le six avec ses chansons d’été
Une guitare qui joue toujours
Splendeur de vie et clarté

Un sept de romance et merveille
Piano douce et flûte d’argent
Musique, roses rouges, et chandelles

Une sérénité de bonheur et délice
Que le huitième réserve dans la neige
Froide mais bien glabre et lisse

Le neuvième vie des éclats de rire
Que ça soit réels et éternels
Des paroles gardant le sourire

Ce dixième reste le mystérieux
Un tableau vide et son pinceau
Dessinant des couleurs de vie joyeux

Friends

2006-07-23T19:14:00.000Z

The Window...

2006-07-03T21:55:00.000Z

She is there… looking from the window
Storms, rains, sun or rainbow
Still there looking from the window
Spring flowers, summer sand
Autumn leaves, winter snow
She’s not moving… looking from the window!

She is there… looking from the window
Not lost…
But she can’t find the way
Hearts host…
But her heart’s lonely today
She’s not moving… looking from the window!

Window… window… oh! Tired window
Her well of secrets,
Experiences and tests
A dairy without a written word,
Of her life inside this world

She’s turning to look…
Not from the window;
There’s no glass !
She’s glad
There’s no shatter!
Nothing to shut

Again… she’s looking from the window
The horizon and the sky,
Clouds and birds fly
Trying to stop her cry,
To help tears to dry
Looking from the window …

2006-06-04T00:54:00.000Z

Elle...

2006-06-02T12:56:00.000Z

Un chagrin qui plane dans sa nuit…

Des sentiments indéchiffrables qui l’encombrent,

Hiver glacial, venteux , et sans pluie…

Peur, crainte, peine… s’interfèrent,

Elle pleure… sans larmes ni bruit…

Désemparé, de son cœur… un sanglot amer,

N’aura pas elle l’occasion d’une émotion réjouie ?

Une sérénité estompe ce qu’elle a souffert ?

Best side...

2006-06-01T18:57:00.000Z

I can't

2006-05-29T01:05:00.000Z

Written in English by Samir

I can bear to live breathless without air,

and endure thirst without water.

I can bear the northern winds without warm,

and sing the blackness of the night on a mountain's horn,

But..being far away from you, dear...

I couldn't, can't and won't bear,

for you own my soul and body,

and my heart-beating when i'm crabby...

Translated into Arabic by... Safae

اعيش بلا نفس... ما اجد نفهة هواء

اعيش ظمانا... ما اصل شربة ماء

اتحمل هكذا البقاء

في برد رياح الشمال الهوجاء
او في ظلمات الجبال العتماء

أتحمل هكذا البقاء
...وحده البعد عنك هو كل العناء

...لم ولاولن اقدر على بعدك و البقاء

...فلك وحدك الروح و الجسد و الولاء

...و نبضات قلبي ما حييت و الوفاء

...إلى البحر

2006-05-28T23:58:00.000Z

إليك يا بحر أكتب هده الخطرات
عليك يا بحر أذرف هده العبرات
و بك في نفسي تصعد الزفرات...

يا بحر المنى هل لك أن تعود
إلى قلبي فتغرس فيه الورود
...و بسمة الأمل و يقين العهود

آه منك يا بحر يا ملأ الفؤاد و الروح
هجرتهما وما تركت وراءك سوى قلب مجروح
...و عيونا ذابلات و نفسا تلبس أسود المسوح

يا ليت شعري هل أنت بحر كرم و عطاء
في كل شيء أم فقط في الألم و العناء
حقا إن البحر ماء، لكن أصله من الجحيم جاء

Your smile...

2006-05-28T01:30:00.000Z

Shining like moon light...
in the dark and long night,
Showing warm and pretty dream...
with sparkling stars... pure gleam.

Soft, sweet, and smooth...
chocolate... with summer fruit,
Slowly comes... slowly goes...
spring perfume... piano and flute.

A flame... but warm and tender,
your smile darling is my painful joy...
A dream... but real and true,
your smile darling is my only plea.

...لو

2006-05-27T23:05:00.000Z

...مع طلوع الفجر، تغرد كل العصافير
.لكن لا يسمعها كل إنسان
...مع شروق الشمس، تتفتح كل الأزهار
.لكن لا يراها كل إنسان
...مع بزوغ القمر، تبتسم كل النجمات
.لكن لا يلحظها كل إنسان

...ولو أن كل إنسان يدرك
أن تغريد العصافير... يجلب السعادة
و أن تفتح الأزهار... يحيي الأمل
و أن ابتسامة النجوم ... تبعد السهاد

...ولو استمع كل منا لتغريد عصفور
...و تأمل في تفتح زهرة
...ثم نام على ابتسامة نجمة
...ربما حل محل اليأس الأمل
.و وضع مكان الحزن الرجاء

When...

2006-05-12T15:00:00.000Z

When you look at me…

I can see a warm truth through your eyes

When you smile to me…

I can feel your heart that makes my soul fly

When you speak to me…

I can hear a poem, that… beyond your words lies

When you’re near to me…

I can bear storms with strong winds and rains that never dry

When you’re far from me…

I can fear the gentle breeze that help roses to soften and flowers to rise

Just You...

2006-05-12T01:31:00.000Z

Fears… illusions and bad memories…
Just you, who can free me.
Feel pressure, sorrow and agonies…
Just you, who can save me.

Thinking of you day and night,
Under the moon
Under the sun…
Waiting for your warmth and light,
Maybe soon
Maybe late…

It’s too hard for me to bear,
Loneliness and darkness without you.
Isn’t it the time for you to hear,
The voice of my heart calling you !

2006-05-12T00:33:00.000Z

Closed doors and windows…
Windy street…
Fairs… a dream that grows…
In cold and heat…

Night falls down…
In the morning…
Black town…
In the mourning…

Empty garden…
Without a flower…
Only thorns…
In winter and summer…

Broken trees…
Are crying…
Hot tears…
Slowly dying…

صورة

2006-05-11T23:32:00.000Z

...بالأبيض و الأسود

...صورة

أين الألوان؟

ذاك الأحمر...؟

! لا بل الأزرق

أم ربما الأخضر...؟

من يا ترى يعرف؟

...من يدلني

على ألوان الصورة...؟

...أبيض

...رمادي

...رمادي فاتح

...رمادي غامق

ألوان؟؟

لما أخذت له الصورة؟

...لا

! إنها للصورة

...زيفها

...خداعها

أم قصورها وعجزها...؟

...أبيض

...أسود

...تحت ضوء الشمس

...تحت ضوء القمر

...بالأبيض والأسود

...صورة

Le fossé entre les générations

2006-05-11T23:23:00.000Z

Le fossé entre les générations… Ce n’est pas nouveau, parents et jeunes sont rarement sur la même longueur d’ondes. Une vérité universelle, sans doute.

Aujourd'hui, on constate que ce fossé est toujours en expansion, au Maroc comme dans le monde entier…
Des mauvaises compréhensions qui déclenchent souvent des conflits et d’autres problèmes entre les parents et leurs fils…

Mais … Quelles sont :
Les causes ?
Les conséquences ?
Les solutions ?

Les causes :
- Différence d’age : Il existe toujours cette différence d’age entre parents et enfants. Ces derniers commencent à la sentir dès leurs premières années d’adolescence. Ils pensent que leurs parents ne font que de prohiber, interdire, empêcher, et intercepter ! il estiment la réponse « non » chaque fois ils leurs demandent de faire quelques activités qui sont amusantes à leurs avis, mais les parents n’ont pas toujours dans la même langueur d’ondes !
- Les traditions : On sais tous que les traditions influence notre vie. Alors il influence la relation parents-enfants. Les parents suivent les traditions héritées, les plus graves sont les réprimandes et les répressions durent les conversation ou après la révélation d’un sujet parfois sensible et autrefois tabou…
- La mauvaise interprétation de l’éducation : les parent sont souvent sous la pression de la société qui refuse les enfants « non éduqués ». Donc, ils essayent à guider leurs enfants selon les demandes de la société et non pas selon ceux des enfants.
- La négligence des besoins émotionnelles : personne ne peut denier l’amour des parents vers leurs enfants. Cependant, cet amour et souvent caché. Les parents ne le reflètent « en expression »que durant les premières années de leurs enfants. Ils pensent que satisfaire les besoins matériaux est l’essentiel.
- Menacer : l’utilisation des menaces n’a pas des résultats positifs tout le temps.

Les conséquences :
- La distance morale entre parents et jeunes. Ils vivent tous dans la même maison, mais chacun dans son île. Les jeunes essayent d’éviter les discussions souvent pour ne pas provoquer des conflits. Vu qu’ils savent que leurs avis avec ceux de leurs parents n’entraînent que à des collisions et ce n’est qu’un résultat du « non » ! Alors, les jeunes arrivent à construire leurs propres mondes, leurs propres idées et intentions.
- Les problèmes de décision. Quand les parents veulent obliger leurs fils de choisir ou de faire une décision selon leurs intention et désir, en prétendant que seulement eux qui connaissent la « bonne voie » pour un meilleur avenir. Ils ne savent pas que ce n’est qu’une destruction de rêves…
- Un manque de communication entre les deux bords. Ce manque représente une des dangereuses conséquences qui peut affecter la vie du fils très négativement. Il peut mener le jeune à faire « ce qu’il veut » et parfois à adapter tout ce qui est contre les idées de ses parents.
- Une tentation complète vers les jeunes de la part des fils au détriment de leurs parents. Alors, parfois les parents s’exposent à la négligence de leurs fils. Mais, la plupart des temps, ces derniers ne savent pas comment réagir en face de cette situation. Donc, les résultats souvent sont des intentions des jeunes de « fuir » de la vie familiale et de « vivre » une vis indépendante.
- Un manque des besoins émotionnels. En fait, la plupart des enfants marocains ne peuvent pas prononcer le mot « amour » sont timidité et parfois peur ! Et ça peut déclencher des effets négatifs au niveau de la vie émotionnelle du jeune et qu’ils sont toujours inexcusable de la part des parents.

Solutions :
- Essayer de rétablir les liens de communication entre parents et fils.
- Ne pas suivre toute tradition qui n’est parfois qu’un genre d’ignorance.
- Les parents doivent :
. Ecouter.
. Essayer d’utiliser le «oui».
. Encourager l’enfant d’exprimer soi-même.
. Utiliser des explications et des arguments et non pas des menaces.

- Les fils doivent :
. Essayer d’exprimer leurs point de vu
. Donner des arguments.
. Réfléchir avant de réagir
. Disscuter d’une manière calme et respectueuse, car le contraire ne fait que d’éclater des nouveaux conflits.

Comme les anciens traînent le passé et les jeunes portent l'avenir. Il sera toujours une espace vide pour des conflits, des disscussions et parfois disputes. Le fossé des générations s'approfondit parfois de la volonté des parents et parfois de la volonté des jeunes. Mais, En réalité, ces jeunes sont le produit de l'adulte. Alors, une révision au niveau des idées, des concept, et des systèmes d’éducation et demandé afin d’éviter un fossé de génération continu et sans fin !

Your eyes

2006-05-05T23:17:00.000Z

Like the ocean they are deep
Through them I can read a lot…
Words… poems… or stories to weep
Wish if I can reach the plot.

Gleaming, glittering… either glad or gloomy…
Only there… I can be joyfully lost
Blazing, gazing… rising feelings inside me…
Only your eyes are the ocean without coast.

Should I dive for pearls inside…?
Face depth and leave the boat?
Yes… since shells help them to hide…
And waves can never make them float.

...لاحت ظلمة

2006-05-05T22:36:00.000Z

...ظلمة تلوح و النار
...تلفح العشب و الأشجار
...بعيدة
...لكنها هناك
...موجودة
،ليل حالك
...صبح هالك
و النار لا تزال
...تستعر
...تلهب
...تحرق
، دمار يطغى وخراب
...ألسنة تصوًّب كالحراب
،ظلمة... نار وعذاب
...دخان يخنق وضباب
هل هي بداية النهاية...؟
أم لم تنته الحكاية...؟
هل أغلقت الأبواب؟
وأهمل الناس الكتاب؟
...لا
...فالظلمة ليست أزلية
...والنار لم تكن أبدية
...يلوح نور الفجر جليّا
...ويهطل ماء المطر نديّا
...تمحى الظلمة كما السراب
...وتخمد النار على التراب
...نور... صبح... وأزهار
تظهر وتصدح الأطيار
...أنغاما... و لحن الأنهار
...موسيقى
...أمل
...ألوان
!... و تستمر الحياة

Sad Tulip

2006-05-05T22:34:00.000Z

Feel like a daze,
don't know what to do.
Hope it's only a phase,
really can't define you.

Sad Tulip that I am,
painfully looking to the sky,
the sun is there,
but only to make me dry.

2006-05-05T15:41:00.000Z

أحيانا يحاول الفرد منا الهروب... النسيان... السلوان

يحاول وضع حجاب على عينيه... قلبه... عقله

يحاول غلق اذنيه ليصم... ووضع يديه على عينيه ليعمى

لماذا؟
اأن العالم مفزع...؟ مخيف...؟ مهول...؟
...بل اكثر... فنحن لا نعرف المدى... ولا نرى الأفق

كل منا له عالمه الصغير داخل قلبه... وجدانه... نفسه

...لكن العالم الأكبر لا يوافق العالم الأصغر دائما

بل لا يوافقه إلا نادرا

أحلام... هواجس... أماني و مخاوف
رؤى... أهداف... أحاسيس ومشاعر

في العالم الصغير

هل يا ترى تكون؟
أو مانعُها العالم الكبير ...؟

My heart's garden

2006-05-05T14:48:00.000Z

I try to go deeply...

inside my heart...

there...

in its garden...

two Wings that hold it all...

big and rooted Trees...

there...

plants... flowers and Roses...

were many...

but...

Three are special...

a white one...

makes me feel purity...

truth... and real warmth

a pink one...

makes me feel joy...

and happy laughs inside...

a sky blue one...

makes me feel sweetness...

in everything...

there..

a Tulip...

all alone between flowers...

with changing colours...

makes me feel simply...

Love ...