لا تحسبوهم أموات بل أحياء و لكن لا تشعرون ـ قرآن ـ
don't think they are dead ,they are alive, you just don't feel-coran-
إناّ للّه و إناّ للّه راجعون ـ قرآن ـ
allah create us, to him we return -coran-
this is what a muslim says when adversity ,hate ,death is around
any body should think like that cos that give a help in hard situations
is n it time to say that it s time that they have to stop killing eachothers
and then they can start to plan how to organise rhe place they want for their children's
don't they have a lover or any somebody to care for
and that since we born we hear from them all
that they are strong more clever than anyone
that they are the best of the creat-ion
is there any pilot driver or any one that they listen to
they did. he did. i did nt. he wanted to do
he s wrong we are wright
he got someone behind. he planned
peace is the best
we dont want anyone to worry about cos you just too proud
The Angel by William Blake
I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild;
Witless woe, was neer beguil'd!
And I wept both night and day
And he wip'd my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight
So he took his wings and fled:
Then the morn blush'd rosy red:
I dried my tears & armd my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm'd, he came in vain:
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head
There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!
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don't think they are dead ,they are alive, you just don't feel-coran-
إناّ للّه و إناّ للّه راجعون ـ قرآن ـ
allah create us, to him we return -coran-
this is what a muslim says when adversity ,hate ,death is around
any body should think like that cos that give a help in hard situations
ok what happened did happen now i wanna build a new future for my childrens your childrens
some peacefull day
and then they can start to plan how to organise rhe place they want for their children's
don't they have a lover or any somebody to care for
and that since we born we hear from them all
that they are strong more clever than anyone
that they are the best of the creat-ion
is there any pilot driver or any one that they listen to
they did. he did. i did nt. he wanted to do
he s wrong we are wright
he got someone behind. he planned
peace is the best
we dont want anyone to worry about cos you just too proud
[Martin Luther King]
يا حبيبا أضاء وجهه السلام
سلام و ثم سلام
يا روحا ريحها تغني بالسلام
Lovely weekend for you,
I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild;
Witless woe, was neer beguil'd!
And I wept both night and day
And he wip'd my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight
So he took his wings and fled:
Then the morn blush'd rosy red:
I dried my tears & armd my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm'd, he came in vain:
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head
Thank you .. Welcome
Arise, arise!
The night-dew lies
Upon my lips and eyes.
The odorous winds are weaving
A music of sighs:
Arise, arise,
My dove, my beautiful one!
I wait by the cedar tree,
My sister, my love,
White breast of the dove,
My breast shall be your bed.
The pale dew lies
Like a veil on my head.
My fair one, my fair dove,
Arise, arise!
XXXIV
Sleep now, O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart!
A voice crying "Sleep now"
Is heard in my heart.
The voice of the winter
Is heard at the door.
O sleep, for the winter
Is crying "Sleep no more."
My kiss will give peace now
And quiet to your heart—
Sleep on in peace now,
O you unquiet heart!
James Joyce (1882-1941),
Chamber Music, I, III, XIV, XXXIV (1907)
There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!
a hug for you
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