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Autumn 🍂

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Sun, 26 Jan 2020 10:50:00 +0000

"2day is the best there is"

Perspective.

Autumn.
Black and white
Clear cut.
All alone،
heads up
proudly elegant.
what a tree
just magnificent.

Which one would you feed?

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Fri, 24 Jan 2020 01:17:00 +0000

"2day is the best there is"

An old Cherokee chief is teaching his grandson about life:

"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.

"One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, self-doubt, and ego.

"The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope,
serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.

"This same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too."

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"

The old chief simply replied, "The one you feed."

Beautiful

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Mon, 20 Jan 2020 11:31:00 +0000

"2day is the best there is"

Just Amazing

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Sun, 19 Jan 2020 06:37:00 +0000

"2day is the best there is"

Amazing..

The dialogue between language , self and the universe.

( my book on self talk)

Forms of writings..

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Sun, 19 Jan 2020 06:32:00 +0000

"2day is the best there is"

Not every printed matter is writing and not every writing goes to printers,
some writing is a thought / soul vibrations etched somewhere else 🌠

( my book on self talk)

Writing is a key

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Sun, 19 Jan 2020 05:40:00 +0000

"2day is the best there is

When the heart aches silently
only writing can tell
Writing is a key to your inner feelings..🌠

( my book on self talk )

On Self Talk ..

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Sun, 19 Jan 2020 05:33:00 +0000

"2day is the best there is"

Nothing is like conversing with your self for your self, then a window on its own volition opens to free your soul talk for the rest of the world to share ..🌠

(My book on self talk)

Sharing is caring

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Sun, 19 Jan 2020 05:29:00 +0000

"2day is the best there is"

Intentional uncaring is a sure way to block geneuin communication..🌠

( my book on self talk)

Find yours ...

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Sun, 19 Jan 2020 05:22:00 +0000

"2day is the best there is"

... every human being has his/her own vision of his/her mountain top.
Find yours and head up there..and ..don't mind the falls. 🌠

Looking Back

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Sat, 04 Jan 2020 02:44:00 +0000

"2day is the best there is"
***
‏⁧‫
‏عبقرية التدوين يجمع لك شتات الذاكرة ويضم عليها جناحيه
***
Was an icy cold morning..

my bones are shivering...
cracking..
Like ice cubes in a grinder.

Seagulls are out in the sea,
circling a fishing boat.
Like a glowing moon
on a pitch of darkness ,
forming a jasmine tree.

And life goes on,
knowing or knowing not
of hearts,
just barely hanging in there..
no despair..no joy..no sadness..
nothing ...
but a mysterious look on the face..
Thinking..
a good cup of coffee might cure it all..!!! 🌠
***
Alexandria, 4/1/2016

Just Amazing

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Tue, 07 May 2019 15:08:00 +0000

"2 day is the best there is"

Tuesday, May 7, 2019
came across this old post, say exactly what I am feeling these days as I am vising my blog and posting more often....

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

out of silence

Tow years have passed since my last posting. Who cares!
I do. for a writer to loose his/her power to express self,mind, and soul in written words means loosing the will to live. Or perhaps loosing the drive that keeps him on going forward. when a writer stops writing it is like hibernating.

well, sometimes it is necessary for a new beginning and a fresh start.

After all, isn't that what life is all about....?

The blessed month

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Tue, 07 May 2019 11:38:00 +0000

"2 day is the best there is"

The Holy month is here. The month of Ramadan. It is the second day, no feeling of thirst or hunger. The mind puts itself on fasting mode and acts accordingly. By braking-fast time(Maghreb) it activates the eating mode.
Amazing how the system works itself automatically on Ramadan.
For me, it is a good time to go off the social media for a while. Generally, it is the time to free body and mind from any sort of addictive, negative habits; a time to detoxify and recharge spiritually.
Children too feel the joy and spirits of Ramadan.
It is a blessing to be alive and witness the blessings of God in this Holy month.

When things get mixed up..

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Thu, 11 Apr 2019 10:24:00 +0000

"2day is the best there is"

Thank God.
Working with my ipad and laptop to manage mailing, passwords, and my two blogs is a real headache for someone who hate machines..
finally after a long night I managed.
YES I CAN

Welcome back..

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Mon, 01 Apr 2019 21:52:00 +0000

"2day is the best there is"

Haven't visited my yawatan blog for the last three years. It's my first blogging experience.
Happy today to reactivate it .
Filtered through the titles and dates..sure brought alive memories of points of times, places and people .

There's so much to write about and stories to tell .
Seems I will be alternating between Shahid_yawatan my Arabic blog, and Yawatan my English one.
Wish myself luck...plenty of it..
God Blessings

والصلاة والسلام على سيدنا محمد الصادق الأمين

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Fri, 28 Oct 2016 03:14:00 +0000

سكون .. وسكينة ولحظات شوق ومناجاة

يا حبيبي .. يا رسول الله (صلى الله عليه وسلم)

سويعات نسرقها من عجلة الركض، والحركة المشحونة بهمّ هنا وهمّ هناك.

سويعات نسعى إليها

نحتاجها. ننتظرها.

فالروح ظمأى. والنفس متعبة. والجسد مثقل.

رسول الحب نشتاق.

نشتاق إلى سماع سيرتك العطرة.

رسول الحب نحتاج،

نحتاج إلى تذكر مسيرتك، وجهادك وصبرك على الأذى .

خلقك الله عز وجل، اصطفاك وأحبك.

وحباً في خلقه ورحمة بهم، أرسلك لسائر الخلق كي تعلمنا الحب. كي تكون لنا جسراً روحانياً، مضيئاً، مشرقاً، إلى الله خالقنا.

أختارك، وأرسلك لنا كي تكون جسراً معرفياً، إلى الحياة الكريمة هنا على وجه الأرض.

وكيف تكون الحياة كريمة إن لم يكن قوامها الحب.
حب الله، وحبك، وحب الخير والجمال! وكل بديع خلقه الله فينا ولنا!!

رسول الخُلق والإنسانية والخير والصبر والحكمة.

نفتقر إلى دروس حياتك نتأسى بها في حياتنا. وخاصة عندما تهزمنا قوى الغضب. ويهرب منا الصبر. وتتخلى عنا الحكمة.

نفتقد الدروب إلى خُلقك وصفاتك. نتطلع إليك قدوة ومثالاً، وخاصة عندما تتزعزع القيم وتتيه الروح، ويتحول الإنسان منا إلى ذئب بوجه بشر!

بعثك الله عز وجل رسولاً بشراً لتكون حياتك وسيرتك مدرسة لنا نحن البشر هنا على هذا الكوكب الأرضي.
الله بعثك لنا لنعرفه عز وجل من خلال هذه المدرسة التي خلقها بمقياس وميزان. ووضع فيها كل ما يحب لنا نحن البشر أن نتعلمه.

مدرستك يا رسول الله (صلوات الله وتسليمه عليك)

كم نتعلم منها عن النفس البشرية وعن أنفسنا.

كم نتعلم منها عن حقيقة الخلق، والحياة، وتاريخها، ومآلها.

كم نتعلم منها عن الخالق فنحبه ونخافه ونسعى لمرضاته

ومدرستك يا رسول الله (صلى الله عليه وسلم).

كم تبعدنا عنها مشاغل الحياة. وكم تقصينا عنها الشكوك. وكم تحول بيننا وبينها دواعي الخوف تارة، والجهل تارة أخرى.

مدرستك يا رسول الله، يا حبيب الله، أيها المصطفى المختار:

ندخلها متبتلين، غير خائفين، غير وجلين.

ندخلها مؤمنين، مشتاقين.

كلما ارتوت الروح بنفحة، اشتاقت أخرى.

كلما أدرك العقل حكمة، تفتح لأخرى.

وكلما أبصر الوجدان قبساً من نور، اشتد ظمأه وحنينه إلى المزيد. وتعلقت عين قلبه بنجمة المدى البعيد.

يا حبيبي يا رسول الله..

أغمض عيني عليها .. واغفو، وأرتاح.

****

Neruda and the Sea..

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Tue, 23 Aug 2016 15:20:00 +0000

Ode to the sea, Neruda

Sea,
This is your name.
Oh comrade ocean,
Don't waste time
Or water
Getting so upset
Help us instead.
We are meager fishermen,
Men from the shore
Who are hungry and cold
And you're our foe.
Don't beat so hard,
Don't shout so loud,
Open your green coffers,
Place gifts of silver in our hands.
Give us this day
our daily fish.

In the spirit of the Olympics

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Fri, 12 Aug 2016 21:19:00 +0000

Are you having a writer's block? Or any block?

In the spirit of the Olympics and what it represents, I wrote myself a mantra to overcome a block that kept me staring at a word in a line in a page in a book I am trying to finish.

Creat your own version..

Visualize..it works..

It worked for me.

What do you say when you talk to yourself?

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Tue, 09 Aug 2016 16:50:00 +0000

Gloomy! 😔
Not an optimistic mantra to start the day with!!

Nor to end the day ..
Sure as the day rolls it's sleeves it would show more smiles on the way.
Need not be gloomy, it's the weather and missing love ones. Or may be just a passing cloud, soon would evaporate. And soon a cool breeze would elevate our spirits.. few more days of patience and faith.

Yes dear friend, faith is our hidden power generator. Nothing but faith keeps one going.

And..remember that dream? !keep it alive..
Keep dreaming, dreams are for free..they keep us walking..keep us smiling..keep us being good to ourselves and to others. Dreams renew our sense of humanness and keep us alive. In dreams we are born anew, and keep giving birth to ourselves over and again. 💟🌿
{My journal..Alex,8/2015}

Sports for Women in Saudi Arabia

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Sun, 07 Aug 2016 21:42:00 +0000

Sports for women in Saudi Arabia.

A New title is been written in an old struggling page..

An official green light is given to sports for Saudi women.

Two events are writing this new title:

One, the official appointment of princess Reema bint Bandar bin Sultan bin Abdulaziz Al Saud, a Saudi Arabian entrepreneur and philanthropist,to a high government post to be in charge of sports ,as deputy general for sports, women's section. 3 August, 2016.

News that caught the attention of international media, as mentioned in Time,

" what is already shaping to be a monumental summer for Arab women in sports, Princess Reema bint Bandar Al-Saud has been officially appointed as the Vice President for Women’s Affairs of the General Sports Authority in Saudi Arabia."

The second event is the participation of four Saudi women in the Olympics,2016.

The two events are welcomed and cheered widely in Saudi Arabia.

This is only the opening of a new door on more new optimistic page titles to be written in the history book of contemporary Saudi Arabia.

***

Alexandria

7 August, 2016

Good evening life..

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Tue, 02 Aug 2016 07:11:00 +0000

People of sorrow..

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Thu, 28 Jul 2016 23:31:00 +0000

from those old days:
***
Shame
Full of shame
Covered by shame,
Overwhelming shame.
Who on earth would bear it with me?
Who on earth could bear it with me??

Anger….
Full of anger
Covered by anger,
Overwhelming anger!
Who on earth would bear its burning fire?
Who on earth could bear its burning fire?

Pain….
Full of pain
Covered by pain,
Overwhelming pain!
Who on earth would listen to my weeping vein?
Who on earth could listen to my weeping vein??

Tears
Full of frozen tears,
My eyes are exploding.
My heart, torn out of my body,
Is ticking the song of SHAHADAH.
Who on earth would sing it with me?
Who on earth could share it with me??

Brothers
I look up and around…
Oh. Dearest of brothers,
Where are you???
The night has fallen,
Daylight is far away.
My beloved brothers,
Be assured…
Till the last shred of light,
As an honorable soldier
I shall fight,
To carry on your pain,
To wipe out your shame

Brothers,
When the time must come,
For my soul to depart
I beg of you:
Hold your tears…
Save your words
Reserve your sorrows.

The shame
Is lifted by a maiden named: AYYAT

The pain
is compounded
By young boys and girls
With foreign names
Came
To share with me
My
Fate!!!!!
30-31, marsh, 2002
***
fatenah Ameen

A spaceship into life's horizon

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Sat, 09 Jul 2016 13:46:00 +0000

Writing is my world!!

It's the most beautiful, exciting world. It's a life With multitude of colors and shades.

It contains the known seasons and those unknown.

***

Now I realize why I am writing and why writing has been all along my destiny.

To reach the unknown..and touch a soul..

to wipe a tear,

to paint a smile on someone's face,

and plant a seed of love in someone's heart.

And something of the true self

to share.

***

Wow..isn't life so kind and benevolent?

It gives us pain and agony and provides us with our own prescription of the healing medicine..

It takes us through ups and downs,

Pains and agonies, tears and smiles,

it breaks our hearts and mends our souls.

and always, always guides us to the WAY..

***

Now i know why.. I just needed a spaceship to life's horizon.

Writing Fiction course..Assignment

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Fri, 22 Apr 2016 11:47:00 +0000

'A woman on a bus today carried her Pekinese dog inside her handbag. It had a red bow on its head that matched her sweater.’

***

Finding myself incidentally on this bus, why? Have no idea!

It's taking me in a different route than my usual one. Just when I am about to disembark, heard a voice whispering:

'it's not a coincidence..look for the sign post! '

In an instant, felt a pull on my sleeve. Looked .. It's a tiny head of a dog ,

' hi there, little fella...what a nice looking dog with a red bow..you have! ' complementing the woman holding a signature handbag with the dog.

***

How come I didn't notice the woman with the red sweater as I sat next to her?

' she's Chachi..do you like Pekinese?' The woman spoke to me.

Took a while to recollect..

' that face..that voice..have I seen it before?.where..where ? '

' Do you like Pekinese?' she is asking..

Eyeing that little face with beginning eyes, replied :

' my dog died two days ago'

' sorry for you, it's sad to loose love ones '

I nodded.

' I am taking Chachi to a playground she likes, come along ..'

' okey..'

'Next bus stop we are out. Short walking distance is the playground '

***

Here we are. Chatchi is free to play.

Walking to a bench, noticed how frail the woman is. Her matching long skirt looks old but elegant, with braided silvery hair crowning her head. Her perfume so ethereal! Her shoes, looks like riding boots.

***

' this woman...the perfume..the looks..the voice !!!' 'Am I in a dream? '

' do you like to have Chachi?' The woman asked.

Struck by the question, silence took over me!

' I'll tell you a secret, I was taking chatchi to be put to sleep '

' killing her..you mean ! why?' Angrily..

' till we met in the bus..I could see she likes you. I am passing away soon, and its hard to think of her grieving for me, '

Silence

' are you with me? Do you hear me? '

Her voice! Something about it..the accent!

Now I remember. It's the dream I had the night after my Wendy died.

'Fragments of a dream like a puzzle ...is that it?' I whispered to myself.

****

A message to Life

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Sun, 21 Feb 2016 09:21:00 +0000

A message to Life..

Trust..and..surrender..

.. its about time to give in.

To let go.

To let you dear life have your way.

you won't break me! You have nothing to break!

No reason to fear anything any more.

My constant fear.. to be broken down by you .. by love..by death..it's all over now, for I had met death before actually dying.

All along I kept holding my head hight against all odds.

Now, I will trust you more...

I'll surrender...

no more wish or ability to hold in hand any thread of my life, not even my diet or sleep, nor my breathing..

Just let you flow as you meant to go.. to be and work your miracles through me.

Okay dear life, have your way..you are the master.. you are the power..

Nothing big or small matters any more..

no phantom love, no super beings..no soulmates..no insane dreams..just nothing matter you can take away or break in me.

only those little million things,

unseen things...that make friendship,

that remain and work themselves out..

and put a smile on the face of the universe.

And, dear life ..

permit me to cry once in a while,

when your twists and turns bring along some unexpected pain.

That's all what I expect from you,

that's all what I have left to give

in sympathy ..

a drop of tear or two !

***

fatenah, Jeddah 6/2/2016

Timeless Time

noreply@blogger.com (nabt-al-ardh) — Thu, 16 Oct 2014 22:11:00 +0000

Timeless time..

It is just a date on the time- calendar .

Is it really in the " now" , or is it a time before time was invented?

Do we really know what " time" is , or shall we ever know?

***

She recalls her words to him

" we either find a way or invent one"

Sure we had to invent a world of our own.

And she recalls :

" when soul rejoices in soul, when heart rejoices in heart and when temple rejoices in temple... May our rejoice in each other be in His Love and Blessing."

***

I still don't comprehend how words poured in.

Felt like rain falling within,

or a spring of sweet, fresh water erupting in my soul !

Was I the writer or was I the written words?

Was I the sender or the receiver ?

Was I the initiator or the initiated?

Did it all happen just now,

or was the seed planted in time before we even knew what time is ?

***

And she recalls

wondering

Would we ever know the secret of words?

***