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الخميس، مارس ٢٦، ٢٠٠٩

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I want to change my Portfolio & my messenger password

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الجمعة، مارس ١٣، ٢٠٠٩

Boy from poor area & Girl from rich area

Many years ago, in El Wak Wak countries, There was a boy have dark black hair and eyes. He wasn't tall and wasn't short too. He wasn't fat and he wasn't thin. He wasn't rich and wasn't poor. He was between.... between. He was normal in all his life. He was normal in all things expect only something. He had something different. He felt that. He knew he have something inside him this wasn't inside anybody else….

"Saleh is different" his friends said that more than once. Saleh had a lot of friends. They loved him so much. And he loved them too. In fact, he loved all the world. And he spent more hours to look at the nature around him. He looked at birds on trees, moon and stars in the sky. He looked at the sun many times even had pains in his eyes. He spent a lot of his days to view sunset and sunrise. He loved the sunrise and he believed sunrise of his life will come soon. Anyway, He loved the sun too much because it gives worm to all world. Saleh always dreamed to be useful in this life, by any way..even for anything.. for nature, people & even animals!.”. He hoped to make something different!
He loved Allah because Allah made this great world. He loved Allah because Allah made him different! And he believed, Allah hided to him a big gift but time of the surprise didn't come.... Not yet!

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In another way, there was a beautiful girl named " Omnia ". She had green eyes and long brown hair. She lived in rich area of Wak Wak countries. Her father was very rich. So, She had everything. She was just a dream. She was dreamy girl. But she felt like there is something wrong. "Why is everything come to me before I go to it" she said to herself more than once. Something else. She felt there was something lost! She didn't know, but she was trust that "there is something inside needs something!"

Anyway, she liked everything that doesn't belong to her. So, she loved sun too much. She dazzled. How does it spread its light and worm to all world without differences between rich and poor, weak and strong… The light for all people… The worm for everyone. In the same time, she remembered her father's words "don't play with poor people.... Don't help poor people.... You're highest and they're low . ".

Anyway, she loved the sun for two reasons, first one. It isn't the same her and she hoped to be like the sun to help people and get worm to everyone needs that. Second reason, she couldn't buy the sun and her father couldn't buy it too!
She loved the moon, stars and rivers for the same reasons. "Everything in the world helps all people without differences, why don't people help others?!" She asked herself.

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One day later, she got up early and walked to beach of ocean to see the sunrise. She loved this view too much. She loved to look at the sun when it is exit from a far point in ocean. She saw this view a lot. But this day was different because she occupied the rock which the boy occupied it everyday. She didn't come near of him before. Because He looked like poor people. But she envied him because he was happy every time she saw him. She thought, the view from this rock make people full happy. She tried it when he came late. She felt happy. But she felt someone set beside her. She opened her eyes to see the boy in front of her. "Who are you?" she said. "I'm Saleh, what about you?" he replied. She didn't care about him and completed her questions "and why do you set beside me?!" she asked again. "I'm not setting beside you. I'm setting on my rock" he replied again. She laughed and continued " but it's not your rock, did you buy it?!"…. "No, and you didn't too" he said.
- I came here early and you set on it everyday
- do you follow me?!
- No, sure I don't.....
They fight few minutes. And she surrendered. Then they set together on the rock.
After that, they knew each other. But she lied. She said to him when he asked about her life "I'm a poor girl but i'm a servant in rich area". She didn't know why did she lie?. She preferred to keep the boy treated with him by his natural
they met everyday to view sunrise together. They set together on the rock. Side by side.
He told her about his life. He told her about his dreams, future, helping people. She found him so helpful and thankful. She found him like the sun. He gets worm for everyone. She found his heart so worm. She found all things she didn't had inside him. She found love, care, kind, future hopes and great dreams in his eyes.
And she told him about the life in rich area. She told him about her dreams and her hopes. He found his dreams in her eyes. In fact, He believed "she is his gift from Allah."
Absolutely, they fell in love!

One day later, they were on the rock. They were so happy. Their hands were together. Without introductions, tsunami came to pick them up. They continued their happiness in another place!
In the same time, tsunami destroyed all of Wak Wak countries. It destroyed rich and poor areas without any differentiate. It destroyed everything and everyone to stay immortal story between two teenagers, girl from rich area and boy from poor area.

There was .....Omnia
&
There was ....Saleh
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الأربعاء، مارس ٠٤، ٢٠٠٩

I'm an orphan

Everyone has father, mother, sister and brother…..Everyone gets up early to go to his school. But I don't have mother or father.
I don't have sister or brother. I don't have anyone. I am alone!
I am an orphan!
I get up early. I don't go to school but I like to see the children when they go to their school. I hope to wear their clothes.
Everyday, I dream to be a real boy. I dream to be in my house with father and mother. Play with my brother play station games!
Eat meats and chickens everyday. I know, I am dreaming!
But life with dreams is better than life without anything!
Right, I don't have anything. I hate that underground I sleep in. Because people wake me up everyday early when they make a noise by their steps!
I hate everything in my life. But I still love the life! I still have a lot of dreams!
Is that enough?!
Yes, that's enough
No No, I don't think so!
Anyway, I'm still alive!
In afternoon, I go to ask people to give me a little money. I have my wonderful breakfast which usually consists of bread and cheese
Sometimes, I ask anyone have a restaurant or cafeteria or even café to let me work in. But they always refuse. Because I am weak and still young!
So, I hope to be a man.... real man... to get a job like all people.
In night, I usually don't have a lunch before sleeping. I usually escape from abnormal dogs when they run back of me. I hate dogs. They are ravening animals and they make noises at night.
I don't have a place to sleep in. I usually sleep in underground on floor.
I don't have a cover so that I like undergrounds in winter. In summer, I usually sleep under bridge. I like the sleeping too much.
Because it helps me to escape from my bad life and it gives me everything I want in dreams.
These days, I'm living in rich man house when he picked up me from street. He brought teachers to teach me a lot of things that I missed. I'm learning reading, writing, protocol, ridding horses, and playing music.
Now, I am writing these words because I am so angry. Because the rich man is changing day by day.
These days,he is looking for a woman to get married. He aren't speaking with me for a long time like before, Just hi.... bye. I feel bad feelings. I'm only 10 years old but I have a heart. I am from street but I have feelings. I don't know most of this life but I'm trying to learn. I'm learning quickly that my teachers said.
I'm not furniture in this house. I don't need meats and chickens. I don't care how much meals I take?! I just want to be a real boy. I need a love and care. Because I'm not a doll. I still need father and mother!
I'm still an orphan. I'm getting pains day by day.
And I still don't have a family!
Now, I'm trying to stop crying to finish this paragraph. This is first paragraph is written by me.
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