<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122</id><updated>2011-10-10T23:56:46.759+04:00</updated><category term='Pregnancy craze'/><category term='إعصار زوينة'/><category term='قصص قصيرة'/><category term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><category term='متفرقات'/><category term='عمان  وأنا لي رأي'/><category term='away'/><category term='إسلاميات'/><category term='وأنا لي رأي'/><category term='عمان'/><category term='Azzan'/><title type='text'>UmQusai's Thoughts ..</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts from here and there .. things that goes in this crazy mind of mine!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-2393931418862771393</id><published>2009-01-15T00:41:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:50:52.029+04:00</updated><title type='text'>وداعاً</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ارتبط إسمي بك لسنوات عدة .. كنت فيها خير الإبن .. إبن من مخبيلتي .. إبن إخترت كيف تكون .. ولكن الساعة حانت لأودعك .. لأسلم نفسي إلى القدر .. إلى أرض الواقع .. حان الوقت ليرتبط إسمي بولدي العزيز  ... عزان ..ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;شكراً  و الشكر موصول لكل من قرأني كأم قصي .. وأتمنى أن تستمروا في قراءة ما أكتب ك&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://um3azzan.blogspot.com/"&gt;أم عزان&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its time to say goodbye to Um Qusai and start a new journey with my real son .. Azzan .. and here I start a new blog called &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://um3azzan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Um 3azzan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-2393931418862771393?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/2393931418862771393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=2393931418862771393&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/2393931418862771393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/2393931418862771393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='وداعاً'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-4259174566576509975</id><published>2008-10-10T17:37:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:45:12.793+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Bahiya, May Allah grant you highest level of Heaven .. Ameen</title><content type='html'>You are gone suddenly, without prior notice. Its very shocking to be awaken middle of the night with the news of loosing someone you know .. and not anyone .. its Bahiya .. the girl full of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be very close to you, but I was really touched by you. At one point by your tease (Mirc incident) and mostly by your open heart (in sabla)*?&lt;br /&gt;You will be truly missed, and I pray to Alllah to grant you his mercy and place you in the highest level of heaven. Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** To those who were part of sable, she was known as "Homeless" there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-4259174566576509975?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/4259174566576509975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=4259174566576509975&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/4259174566576509975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/4259174566576509975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2008/10/bahiya-may-allah-grant-you-highest.html' title='Bahiya, May Allah grant you highest level of Heaven .. Ameen'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-6441918403680155323</id><published>2008-09-24T01:03:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T01:17:56.669+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>الدفاتر</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;خاطرة تجول في بالي منذ أيام، أردت أن أوقفها فكتبتها!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;لنهاية&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كتبتها وأغلقت الدفتر ، وبكل حرص وضعته مع إخوانه ليعَلِم ذلك إغلاق دفتر أخر.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هذه الدفاتر في حياتي هي محطات أقف عند كل كنها لأيام/شهور/سنوات ، كل ذلك يعتمد على الدفتر وكمية عطائه، ولكن مهما طالت المدة، ومهما حظيت بالدفتر كأنيس، فإنه سيتوقف عن العطاء ، وسيأتي اليوم الذي يقول لي أنه إكتفى من صحبتي وأن الوقت حان لأركنه مع أصحابه. أركنه وقلبي يتألم ، فها أنا لم أفلح في إبقاء دفتر أخر معي، يشعرني ذلك أن اخطأ حتما خطأي ، ولكني أهون على نفسي بقول أن كل شيء مصيره إلى كلمة واحدة وهي:ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;النهاية!ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-6441918403680155323?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/6441918403680155323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=6441918403680155323&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/6441918403680155323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/6441918403680155323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='الدفاتر'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-7322632144573350855</id><published>2008-08-19T11:52:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:46:38.267+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azzan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>خواطر أم</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/2777849862_4f6015bcfa.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/2777849862_4f6015bcfa.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;خواطر مرت ببالي وأنا أحدق في المهد الصغير وظلمة الليل تلف المكان، قد تكون مجرد هلوسات بسبب فقدي للنوم (الذي أعزه كثيراً!) أو قد تكون نتاج إكتئاب يدعي الأطباء أنه يصيب الأمهات الجدد .. مهما كان .. تبقى مشاعر مرت بخلجات نفسي وأحببت أن أخطها بالقلم (أو بالكيبورد بالأصح!) :ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ولدي عزّان:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;التاريخ: 17/7/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;سُإلت عم شعرت به لحظة لقائك ، أخذت أفكر فقد تخذلني الكلمة ويرجف القلم وأنا أكتب ، فهذه مشاعر عظيمة التي يجب أن أكتب عنها!ـ .. سأصدقك القول وأعترف بأن مشاعر الأمومة الجياشة لم تعتريني أول ما رأيتك، لم أشعر بتلك الأمومة الفورية التي أسمع عنها في الروايات والأفلام، أحببتك كحبي لإبن جارتي بسبب رقة أناملك ولمعان عيناك!ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لكني أنظر إليك اليوم، بعد إسبوعين من ولادتك .. شعوري مختلف وأنا أنظر إليك، عيناك التي تبدو وكأنها تحدق في و تكلمني تغمر قلبي بعطف لا حدود له، بكائك لألم في معدتك يطعنني ألماً، وحركات فمك التي تطلب فيها غذائك تشعرني بالمسئولية، كل هذا يجعلني أتسائل ، هل الأمومة غريزة تلقائية تأتي مع آلام المخاض ، أم أن تعلقي بك الآن وشعوري بالمسئولية تجاهك هو ما يبرز هذه العاطفة؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;سؤال لا أعتقد أن أحداًيمكنه الإجابة عليه .. ولكن النتيجة هي أن هذا الشعور الذي يغمرني الآن تجاهك يجعلني أدرك أن حب الأم لولدها حب لا حدود له .. فديتك يا أمي الغالية.ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;التاريخ: 31/7/2008&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;كلما تأملت هاتان الجوهرتان، أشعر أن سعادتي هي في النظر إليهما، وتنزع مني عيناك إبتسامة مهما كانت حالتي من التعب والإرهاق، لكني سرعان ما أتذكر أن أمامي سنوات طوال من السهر والألم، سأغضب فيها منك، ستعذبني فيها ب "ربشتك"،  وستجبرني أحيانا على معاقبتك أشد العقاب،  ولكن .. ستبقى هذه العينان نقطة ضعفي ، وستنسيني بنظرة منهن أي ألم وعذاب تسببت به.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يا رب.. سهل علي تربيته وأعني عليها .. وأجعله اللهم من عبادك الصالحين!ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أمين&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-7322632144573350855?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/7322632144573350855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=7322632144573350855&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/7322632144573350855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/7322632144573350855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='خواطر أم'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-5815395261898648029</id><published>2008-08-05T17:33:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:06:15.550+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azzan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Motherhood!</title><content type='html'>About a month back (34 days precisely), I entered a new stage in my life .. a new experience .. no one could prepare you to what to expect even the experts in this field .. because every experience is unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motherhood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 2nd of July, I received Allah's gift .. after a cesarean. I would lie to you if I said that I felt that I am a mom instantly. In fact, even after a month, there are times when I am the old me, wanting to spend few hours for me doing what I like and not caring about any one around. Except, I am always reminded by the cries of Baby Azzan.&lt;br /&gt;I think motherhood comes gradually. For example, now when I am having my lunch and Azzan is sleeping in the room .. I keep checking on him all the time .. thinking he might be fussing over a dirty diaper or he might want his lunch too! I think it will take time until I am 100% a mother :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Azzan, the name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep asking, why did I choose the name. Well actually lots of names were suggested by me and my husband, some I liked and some he liked .. Azzan was one of the few names that we both liked. I liked its sound, and the meaning comes from dignity if I can interpret it right "3izza-3az al shay2 - fahwa 3azzan".&lt;br /&gt;It was also the name of a very famous Omani Imam (Azzan bin Qais). he was known by his justice. Inshallah Azzan takes some of his characters !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Um Qusai, the Blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having Azzan, lots of people started asking, why didn’t I call him Qusai. Well it was a name I liked and I was hoping to call him Qusai, but I guess it wasn’t written and he was destined to be called Azzan.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I started thinking .. should I change the blog's name to Azzan's name. Azzan's mom's part, saying yes I should since he is my first son. But, the old me .. dont want to change it. Qusai has been there with me for so long .. he was my imaginary son. I will be so cruel if I just changed it because I had the real one. Till now, I didnt take a decision .. so the blog will remain Umqusai's thoughts until further notice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are few thoughts that came into mind and wanted to share it with you. I miss blogging and interacting with my fellow bloggers, but its not easy especially when I am still at my parents house (I have my grandma asking me to pick up the crying baby and leave the laptop aside while I am tempted to ignore the cries :p ). However, I am here to read your comments and reply to them .. so do comment :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-5815395261898648029?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/5815395261898648029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=5815395261898648029&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/5815395261898648029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/5815395261898648029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-to-motherhood.html' title='Welcome to Motherhood!'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-8464976933985218029</id><published>2008-06-07T14:11:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T14:23:02.499+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>and the waiting starts ...</title><content type='html'>I've finally reached my 9th month. Yesssssssssss! I made it this far .. and now the wait starts for the big day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mixture of suspense, fear and excitment all inside me .. I want to be done and see the little kicker .. but god whenever I hear of the process of him coming out .. I want him to just stay inside and relax!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of him, somehow I cant get the idea that I am definatly having a boy out of my head .. we didnt want to know, but something inside assurs me its a boy even though everyone looking at my tummy, or my face tells me its a girl. If it turned out to be a girl, then my dear sweeet girl I am so sorry .. I didnt mean to feel different than you are and I would love you so so so very much too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A7madinooo has been asking me to write about the feeling of the father .. and I apologise for not doing so .. I dont know why writing was the last thing in mind since I got pregnant .. maybe because its easier for me to write about something sad than writing about something happy. I will compensate that a7madinoo by writing about how he felt after he held the baby in his hands. I am expecting him to speak more about that than how is experssing his happeniess now. Now, all what he keeps saying is: when is this boy coming out, I want him to take some of the burdens off me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all who kept visiting this blog even when it was quite and empty .. you are the ones who I write this blog for .. coz at least you care to read even nonesense from a pregnant lady :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, just thought of updating since I know I won't be updating for long .. or maybe not? maybe I will come running to this place when I am tired for the young singer :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-8464976933985218029?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/8464976933985218029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=8464976933985218029&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/8464976933985218029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/8464976933985218029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-waiting-starts.html' title='and the waiting starts ...'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-3735382938641096365</id><published>2008-03-02T13:10:00.033+04:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:04:27.090+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>معرض مسقط للكتاب</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/R8p7Rdk6jyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/E71N9sychd4/s1600-h/%D9%85%D8%B9%D8%B1%D8%B6+%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%83%D8%AA%D8%A7%D8%A8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/R8p7Rdk6jyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/E71N9sychd4/s320/%D9%85%D8%B9%D8%B1%D8%B6+%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%83%D8%AA%D8%A7%D8%A8.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173082661915889442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    زرت بالأمس معرض مسقط للكتاب ، ولو أن زيارتي كانت متعبة بعض الشيء بسبب ألام الظهر التي يسببها المشاغب الصغير ولكنني إستمتعت بجولة سريعة حول المعرض وبإذن الله ستكون لي زيارة أخرى أشبع فيها من الكتب .. كانت حصيلتي من الزيارة كالآتي:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;- مسلمون وأحرار .. متى توقفنا عن التفكير ؟ لإرشاد منجي &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;شدني  العنوان  حيث أنني أؤمن بأننا كمسلمين عطلنا عقلنا عن التفكير وركزنا كثيراً على ما يقال لنا، قرأت تعريفاً للكتاب في الإنترنت يصفه بالجرأة .. متلهفة أنا لقراءته&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;- رجال في التاريخ لعلي الطنطاوي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ما دفعني لشراء الكتاب كان الكاتب الذي إستمتعت بكتبه الأخرى ولكنني أردت أن أستزيد بقصص التاريخ الإسلامي حتى أتعلم منها أكثر عن تلك القصص التي تلهمنا لنؤثر في المستقبل&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هذا زادي من الزيارة الأولى، وإن كانت هناك كتب تنصحوني بإقتناءها لا ترددوا ولكن لا تتأخروا فباقي 5 أيام للمعرض&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jeff, this post is about the book exhibition, I promise I will come with an english post soon :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-3735382938641096365?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/3735382938641096365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=3735382938641096365&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/3735382938641096365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/3735382938641096365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='معرض مسقط للكتاب'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/R8p7Rdk6jyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/E71N9sychd4/s72-c/%D9%85%D8%B9%D8%B1%D8%B6+%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%83%D8%AA%D8%A7%D8%A8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-7334599495981105428</id><published>2008-01-24T22:56:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:22:26.512+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>In Al Mar'a</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/R5jf_7_xrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/P3fJLsgmOzE/s1600-h/Photo-0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 196px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/R5jf_7_xrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/P3fJLsgmOzE/s320/Photo-0098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159119662682844690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/R5jfwL_xrgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dSM-p0WuSxM/s1600-h/Photo-0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 189px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/R5jfwL_xrgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dSM-p0WuSxM/s320/Photo-0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159119392099905026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was interviewed in Al Mar'a Magazine. It was exciting seeing my nickname over there :D&lt;br /&gt;I will try to scan the pages soon, once I fix my scanner that is :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-7334599495981105428?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/7334599495981105428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=7334599495981105428&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/7334599495981105428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/7334599495981105428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-al-mara.html' title='In Al Mar&apos;a'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/R5jf_7_xrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/P3fJLsgmOzE/s72-c/Photo-0098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-332016234988952284</id><published>2008-01-20T14:05:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:12:42.462+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy craze'/><title type='text'>Nine Months, and still confused!!</title><content type='html'>These days, I only read about pregnancy whether is that online or through magazines and books. I came across this article which really reflect the confusion I go through whenever I am asked about "which month". I can easily tell you which week I am but when I am asked about the month, I go blank .. am I on the 4th or almost 5th or I am 3 months and few weeks? Its just too confusing!!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the following article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I made the mistake during my first pregnancy of trying to guess how many “months along” I was. It seems simple, right? Nine months in a pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;But not everyone thinks that way. Some say ten. Some say nine. Some, like me, say too many.&lt;br /&gt;Go to any pregnancy website or message board and there will be twenty women with twenty different responses to how far along you are.&lt;br /&gt;You are four months, no wait, five. Well, actually, four and a half, unless you’re going by the Ancient Mayan Calendar, which then, you’re really in your fifth year. Also, it turns out that you’re carrying an elephant. Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;The problem lies in the fact that not every month is four weeks long. Some people, like me, don’t really care about that fact and just “round up” to the next month along once you hit four weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the people like my husband that always reminded me that I wasn’t as far along as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Would you really tell someone that is running a marathon “Hey. I know you thought you were at mile 20, but it’s really mile 16. There’s a discrepancy in the counting system. Anyway, it all evens up at the end. Oh, and by the way, watch that hill on the last mile. It’s a killer!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/sj/week18"&gt;http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/sj/week18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-332016234988952284?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/332016234988952284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=332016234988952284&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/332016234988952284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/332016234988952284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2008/01/nine-months-and-still-confused.html' title='Nine Months, and still confused!!'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-4055202861452514554</id><published>2007-12-31T00:59:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:04:06.571+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>ساحر عشق جنية</title><content type='html'>Updated:&lt;br /&gt;Try this link now:  &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/6060121f7ace39/%5D1587157515811585%20159315881602%201580160616101607"&gt;Sa7er 3ashaq Giniya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/6060121f7ace39/%5D1587157515811585%20159315881602%201580160616101607.mp3%20-%204.78MB"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;كلما إستمعت إلى هذه الأغنية الغريبة تنتابني موجة من الضحك، أحببت أن أشارككم هذه الموجة!!ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/53/127279591_a315239e4a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 85px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/53/127279591_a315239e4a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTExOTkwNDgzMzgyMDAmcD*xMDIyNjEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-4055202861452514554?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/4055202861452514554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=4055202861452514554&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/4055202861452514554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/4055202861452514554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/12/sa7er-3ashaq-giniya.html' title='ساحر عشق جنية'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-5406823323371245481</id><published>2007-12-15T13:43:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T14:05:24.111+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Lil Qusai on the way!!</title><content type='html'>I am happy to intrduce lil Qusai. He will be around in his mom's thoughts and prayers but he needs your prayers too!! Please do pray for him and his mother for a healthy and safe delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would like to tell you more about himself .. please dont hesitate to read what he wants to say :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="baby" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev178bss__.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. 1- I tried setting this ticker in the side bar but it messed the whole template. Will try to do it again, or  maybe change the template.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      2- Its not a boy, I dont know yet. But I like to call him Qusai for now, even though my husband objects the name :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-5406823323371245481?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/5406823323371245481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=5406823323371245481&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/5406823323371245481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/5406823323371245481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/12/lil-qusai-on-way.html' title='Lil Qusai on the way!!'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-3327970589726335608</id><published>2007-12-07T00:13:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T11:15:02.205+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='قصص قصيرة'/><title type='text'>حفل التخرج</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;كنا هناك بين الجمع الغفير الذي حضر ليتوج أربع سنوات من أعمار فلذات أكبادهم بشهادة تؤهلهم لخوض معترك الحياة، كان الجمع كله ينظر بزهو إلى الطالبات الائي تقدمن بثبات إلى المنصة ، كأن الواحدة تقول أنها هنا لتحتفل بكل ساعة قضتها وهي غارقة في كتاب مكتوب بطلاسم يصعب فهمها، وبلحظات كان القلق هو العامل المشترك بين كل خلايا جسمها، جائت تقول أنه بعد كل هذا هي مستعدة لتواجه الحياة المهنية ، تقولها لأنها لا تعرف ما هي الحياة المهنية!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;لم يشد إنتباهي من هذا الجمع، إلا عائلة مكونة من رجل تسلل الشيب إلى لحيته السوداء عبر السنوات حتى أصبح اللون الوحيد، وإمرأة ترى خطوب الحياة مرسومة في تقاسيم وجهها بعناية، وابن يبدو في الثلاثينات من عمره، ما شدني إليهم هي بساطتهم المتناهية وهندامهم البسيط.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;أخذت أفكر، ما الذي يفكر فيه هذا الأب في مثل هذه اللحظات؟ كم هو فخور بإبنة إختارت تخصصاً من أصعب التخصصات وبلسان أعجمي لا يفهمه.. ما شعور الأم وهي ترى نتاج سهرها الليالي لتساند إبنتها وهي تذاكر مستنير يسراج قديم. والأخ الذي لم يحالفه الحظ ليحضى بشهادة جامعية ولكنه عمل جاهداً أن تهنأ أخته بتلك الفرصة.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تخيلت كل تلك الأحداث، ترقرقت دمعة تحاول ملامسة خدي ولكني أمسكتها متذكرة أن القصة من نسج الخيال، رأيت الإبنة متقدمة إلى طاولة عائلتها وقبلت رأس والدها ولفت أمها بحرارة، عندها أدركت أن ما تخيلته لم يكن خيالاً و نزلت الدمعة ساخنة!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-3327970589726335608?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/3327970589726335608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=3327970589726335608&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/3327970589726335608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/3327970589726335608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='حفل التخرج'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-3877269644926907954</id><published>2007-11-17T22:01:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:52:42.285+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='عمان'/><title type='text'>Happy 37th National Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rz8uZJN-eiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QWeI52T1zTw/s1600-h/Sultan+Qaboos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133873109731801634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rz8uZJN-eiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QWeI52T1zTw/s320/Sultan+Qaboos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;These are some of the reasons why I love him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=5tQxM7NQq18"&gt;Old video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=lMO9EubiUfw"&gt;Nice poem&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-3877269644926907954?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/3877269644926907954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=3877269644926907954&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-5974454160029293156</id><published>2007-11-02T22:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:53:31.299+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>عندما يتحقق الحلم</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;خاطرة أهديها خاصة لأختي الغالية شهرزاد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;أحيانا تمر على الإنسان سنين طوال .. يرافقه في هذه المسيرة حلم واحد .. حلمٌ يفرض نفسه فس كل سكنة وكل نسمة هواء عليل ،  يبقى الحلم ثابتا مع أن المدارك حوله تقول بكل قوة أنه مستحيل أو أنه صعب المنال ، يجعل الإنسان يتمسك بأي أمل ، بأي وعد لتحقيق هذا الحلم .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;تمر الأيام هكذا، بهدوئها وحلمها الثابت .. ولكن فجأة .. تهب ريح قوية .. .. ويتغير كل شيء .. الحلم الذي تمنيته طويلاً يصبح حقيقة يصعب تصديقها .. ويبقى الإيمان بالله بأن كل شي ممكن هو الأقوى دائما &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-5974454160029293156?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/5974454160029293156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=5974454160029293156&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/5974454160029293156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/5974454160029293156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='عندما يتحقق الحلم'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-116145566470727595</id><published>2007-10-26T22:59:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:22:48.872+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='عمان'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='وأنا لي رأي'/><title type='text'>Majlis Al Shura - Oman Consultative Council</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RyI-YzGNT9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/dFOp7Zju2WE/s1600-h/shura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 203px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RyI-YzGNT9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/dFOp7Zju2WE/s320/shura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125727921655074770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorow is our Shura (Consultitive) Sixth Round Election Day. Evey Omani and Omania above the age of 21 is allowed to vote for anyone in the willaya (state) they are reigistered in. You need to register yourself a voter few months back in the willaya you belong to first. Every willaya is going to have one representative except for few (who have more than 30,000 residents exp. Mudhaibi, Suwaiq..etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beleive its the duty of every Omani to vote for anyone who they see fit. I understand many dont beleive in the council and question what do they actually do beside questioning minsters and government official in thier yearly public meeting. I have a strong beleive that although it might not have lots of authority today, but a step ahead is a step towards the right direction. Its enough that people are putting a little bit more thoughts on who they are going to vote for and why are they going to vote for them. People are starting to give a little bit importance of what the representative is going to do. Although, sometimes I dont agree on thier demands since most of thier demands are related to thier own benefits (a road for the certain willaya, a hospital, ..etc).&lt;br /&gt;I believe we should put the Shura Representative in the big picture. What is he going to do for Oman? He should be a Representative from the Wilaya but to benefit Oman as a whole. He should be able to present concerns that come from every Omani not only the people form the Wilaya he belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;It will take time till we reach that understanding. People are starting to question today why are they restricted to the willaya they are registered in. Today I was having this discussion with my cousin. I believe it should stay that way in the time being, because the person is representing the willaya currently and its not fair for the people in that willaya if anyone is allowed to vote for anyone. When the day comes, and the Representative is representing the whole country not only his willaya people.&lt;br /&gt;Any way, tomorrow is the election day. I hope every Omani takes this seriously and consider voting. It means allowing you to contribute in the bigger picture, it might be a small contribution today .. but slowly I believe it will get bigger and bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-116145566470727595?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/116145566470727595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=116145566470727595&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116145566470727595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116145566470727595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/10/majlis-al-shura-oman-consultative.html' title='Majlis Al Shura - Oman Consultative Council'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RyI-YzGNT9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/dFOp7Zju2WE/s72-c/shura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-6918622127367497695</id><published>2007-10-22T11:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:55:53.743+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='وأنا لي رأي'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='إسلاميات'/><title type='text'>فتاوي غريبة</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;إستلمت المقالة في بريدي الإليكتروني ، أتفق كثيراً مع الكاتبة .. لم يعد الناس يلجأون إلى العقل الذي وهبهم الله بل يعتمدون على المشايخ والعلماء ، نعم هم أكثر علماً ولكن في أمورنا الدنيوية البسيطة .. يجب أن تصرف بالمنطق خاصة إن كان لا يوجد دليل واضح لحرمة الموضوع، أذكر أني كنت أستمع لأحد أشرطة الفتاوي و كان أكثر السائلين يطرحون أسئلتهم بطريقة تحتم على الشيخ الفتوى بحرمة الموضوع ، لأن طرح السؤال كان بطريقة تبين مساويء الموضوع وتخفي محاسنه!!ـ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;على العموم إيكم بالمقال :ـ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;27/03/2007 بقلم: ليلى العثمان&lt;br /&gt;ذات يوم كنت أستمع إلى أحد المشايخ وهو يرد على أسئلة المستمعين بالبث المباشر، فجاءه هذا السؤال الغريب من أحد المستمعين: أحضرت خروفا إلى بيتي لأذبحه في عيد الأضحى لكن الخروف أكل جزءا من جريدة أجنبية فهل لحمه حلال أم حرام؟ استفزتني سخافة السؤال، فهل وصل الجهل بالناس إلى أن يسألوا مثل تلك الأسئلة؟ وهل صار السؤال عن الحلال والحرام يقلق البشر إلى الدرجة التي يحاسبون فيها البهائم على ما تأكله؟ تحفزت لأسمع رأي الشيخ وفتواه، وتوقعت أن يقول له: يا أخي إن البهيمة تأكل أي شيء تجده، فلا تدقق بالأمر واتكل على الله واذبح خروفك. لكن الإجابة جاءت أغرب من السؤال ذاته فقد رد عليه الشيخ قائلا: يا أخي المسلم عليك أن تتأكد من أن الجريدة التي أكلها الخروف ليس بها ما يمس بالذات الإلهية أو يسيء إلى ديننا الحنيف وبعدها توكل على الله وكل خروفك. بصراحة أرعبني رد الشيخ فأمسكت بالهاتف لأتصل به وأعترض على فتواه الغريبة التي تزيد من تعقيد الناس وتكليفهم فوق طاقتهم، لكن الخط الذي ظل مشغولا حرمني متعة المشاركة وبقيت مستفزة حتى نهاية البرنامج وأنا أفكر بهذا السائل المسكين الذي سيلتزم بالفتوى، فتخيلته وهو يفتح بطن الخروف ويستخرج الجريدة المعجونة في معدته ثم يلملم أوصالها ويقرأها ليتأكد أن لا شيء في الجريدة يمس بالله وبالدين. وهنا انخرطت في الضحك وأنا أشفق على الرجل!! أليس شر البلية ما يضحك؟.. لقد ابتلانا الله بمشايخ يعسرون بالفتاوى ولا ييسرون، ومع الأسف أنهم يلقون آذانا صاغية من بعض الناس إما لشدة جهلهم بأمور الدين السمح الصحيح، أو بسبب براءتهم- خاصة الشباب- الذين يتبعون الدعاة المتشددين، فتصيبهم الوساوس إلى درجة أنهم لا يتصرفون بشأن من شؤون حياتهم إلا بعد الرجوع إلى فتاوى هؤلاء. إن بعض تلك الفتاوى أحدثت شروخا عميقة بين أفراد الأسرة الواحدة، تصوروا أن شابا سأل أحد الدعاة المتشددين عن الطريقة التي يتعامل بها مع والده الذي لا يصلي ولا يصوم ويشرب الخمرة، فقال له: أبوك -كافر- وإذا قتلته تدخل الجنة!!! ماذا نقول في هذا التحريض على العقوق بالوالدين؟ وأين هذه الفتوى البشعة من قول الله تعالى 'ولا تقل لهما أف ولا تنهرهما'؟ إننا لا نملك أمام هذا الوضع الغريب إلا أن نقول: اللهم احمنا من شر &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;بعض الفتاوى وأصحابها - قولوا آمين&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-6918622127367497695?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/6918622127367497695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=6918622127367497695&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/6918622127367497695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/6918622127367497695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_22.html' title='فتاوي غريبة'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-1876191123254298597</id><published>2007-10-21T12:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:19:30.408+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='وأنا لي رأي'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='إسلاميات'/><title type='text'>أنا صح</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;يقول الرسول صلى الله عليه وسلم (في ما معناه) أن كل ابن أدم خطاء وخير الخطاءون التوابون .. يعني ذلك أن الخطأ والحياد عن الصواب &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;أمر وارد جداً .. وطبعاً على الإنسان دائماً تقويم نفسه وسؤالها عن كيفية التوبة عن تلك الأخطاء. ليس هذا موضوعي اليوم .. ما "يحرق أعصابي" هو إصرار بعض "الملتزمين"1 على الحكم على من أخطا و إقصائهم في زاوية "المذنبين" و تحريم التعامل معهم &lt;em&gt;(طبعاً أبالغ هنا .. بس لا زم إضافة ملح وفلفل)&lt;/em&gt;ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;المشكلة أنهم ينسون أن الشيطان يجري في الإنسان مجرى الدم ، وأنه يمكن لأي إنسان مهما وصلت درجة التزامه الوقوع في زلة ، إذا علينا مساندة من نراه أخطأ بدل أن نقصيه، علينا أن نقربه ونوضح له خطأه أو أقل شيء ندعو له بالهداية. ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أعتقد أن مشكلة الملتزمين في مجتمعنا أنهم يخلقون لأنفسهم مجتمع مغلق، يحببون فيه من يشاطرهم الرأي ويرفضون عنه من يخالفهم، مع أن الأصل هو محاولة تقريب البعيد وتحبيبه إلى الطريق الصواب.ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عموما .. هذه أفكار راودتني بعد حادثة "فورت" دمي!!ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;______________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ـ&lt;strong&gt;1ـ &lt;/strong&gt;لا أميل إلى تصنيف الناس بين ملتزم وغير ملتزم ولكن يحتم علينا المجتمع أن نأخذ بهذا التصيف&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post is about people who have “Holier than thou” attitude. Those who think, since they are a little bit more religious (though I hate to use that term) they can judge others. I think if they put more effort into accepting the people who do mistakes and those who are not in the right path, it might be easier to guide and advice them instead of shunning them and putting them in a corner where they away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this post after an incident of a person judging another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-1876191123254298597?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/1876191123254298597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=1876191123254298597&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/1876191123254298597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/1876191123254298597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='أنا صح'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-2121071682521517864</id><published>2007-10-12T01:34:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:37:47.197+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rw6XBhnWo_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mf0Q3NmIJVc/s1600-h/Eid+Mubarak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rw6XBhnWo_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mf0Q3NmIJVc/s320/Eid+Mubarak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120195878825927666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;كل عام وأنتم والأمة الإسلامية بألف خير&lt;br /&gt;Wish you a blessed Eid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I created the image above from one of the shots I've taken .. I am very proud of myself I am starting to learn photoshop .. ofcourse I am still a beginner .. but at least I started :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-2121071682521517864?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/2121071682521517864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=2121071682521517864&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/2121071682521517864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/2121071682521517864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/10/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rw6XBhnWo_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mf0Q3NmIJVc/s72-c/Eid+Mubarak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-8078768627294907776</id><published>2007-09-30T23:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T12:57:51.486+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='عمان'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='عمان  وأنا لي رأي'/><title type='text'>Gulf Compensation Trends: Oman</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;a research presented by Gulf Talent, regarding the &lt;a href="http://www.gulftalent.com/home/reports-11.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;compensation ternd in the gulf&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; here are is few quotes and highlights about Oman's position:&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Oman labour market has had an extremely turbulent year. The Sultanate, which until recently appeared to be lagging behind pay rises in the rest of the Gulf, has this year registered the region’s largest average pay rise at 11.0%, almost twice the corresponding rate last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The key factors behind this trend have been the 15% pay rise announced for the public sector and the easing of restrictions on expatriates switching jobs, which has forced employers to raise pay levels to keep their staff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Inflation has also surged this year, particularly in housing rents. Based on the survey results, rents in Oman increased by 29% over the last year, resulting in the government’s decision in September to impose a 15% cap on rent increases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In addition, the devastation caused by Cyclone Gonu in June has contributed to rent increases, as many buildings were severely damaged. It has also increased the demand for skilled professionals, as a stream of reconstruction projects have been announced, putting further upward pressure on salaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Although this year’s above-average pay rise may help partially close the gap with other GCC countries and slow the brain drain experienced by the country over the last few years, Omani salaries still remain in absolute terms well below their counterparts elsewhere in the Gulf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-8078768627294907776?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/8078768627294907776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=8078768627294907776&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/8078768627294907776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/8078768627294907776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/09/gulf-compensation-trends-oman.html' title='Gulf Compensation Trends: Oman'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-2920773649636150306</id><published>2007-09-20T01:03:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:26:19.340+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='وأنا لي رأي'/><title type='text'>Employees Yesterday Vs Employees Today!!</title><content type='html'>Whenever I sit around a group of friends, those who work always have something to complain about their workplace, their organizations or their bosses. Basicly, no one is happy and everyone is looking forward to changing their organization and looking for another job. In addition, the amount of voluntary resignations in quite high every where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I look back at my parents generations, it was never that way. You would find that most employees stayed in their organizations for decades. The numbers, 20 years, 25 years and even 30 years is common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the reason behind this? is it that availability of better paying jobs and more challenging ones? in the past most organizations used to be owned by government so the pay was quite equal within them, or at least not very different. Is it that our generation is not patient enough to stay in one organization and once we are faced with the first challenge we think of changing the workplace instead of working on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this healthy? to some extent from the country's economy side I think it is. The competition to attract the best employees means better pays which means a higher living standered. But from the private sector's perspective, the operating cost gets higher because they will have to pay higher to have good employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its part of the country's development and we should look it positively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-2920773649636150306?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/2920773649636150306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=2920773649636150306&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/2920773649636150306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/2920773649636150306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/09/employees-yesterday-vs-employees-today.html' title='Employees Yesterday Vs Employees Today!!'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-7262669420376518447</id><published>2007-09-13T11:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:27:33.180+04:00</updated><title type='text'>رمضان كريم</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.emarate.ae/gallery/images/pic_2004-10-11_122350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.emarate.ae/gallery/images/pic_2004-10-11_122350.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;أعاننا الله على حسن صيامه وقيامه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;و كل عام ورمضان بخير  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have a Blessed Ramdhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-7262669420376518447?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/7262669420376518447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=7262669420376518447&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/7262669420376518447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/7262669420376518447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/09/have-blessed-ramdhan.html' title='رمضان كريم'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-999419694508827283</id><published>2007-09-03T09:45:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:51:54.644+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>أحاسيس</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;يدحض &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kilmt.com/?p=393"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;رائد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; المقولة أن بعض الصور تساوي آلاف الكلمات بأدلته، أتفق معه ولكن عندما تجتمع الصورة مع الكلمة تساوي آلاف النبضات المصاحبة للإحساس!!ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;اترككم مع بعض الصور المرتبطة بكلمات وصلتني عن طريق بريدي الإليكتروني وأحببت مشاركتكم بها لأنها لمست جرحاً بداخلي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105850952107809250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RtugY5R52eI/AAAAAAAAADI/9STrZ9aTdb0/s320/scary.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105851093841730034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RtughJR52fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KPHJn-Hzuck/s320/tiring.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105851175446108674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rtugl5R52gI/AAAAAAAAADY/9BlWAJBCq78/s320/hard.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-999419694508827283?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/999419694508827283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=999419694508827283&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/999419694508827283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/999419694508827283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='أحاسيس'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RtugY5R52eI/AAAAAAAAADI/9STrZ9aTdb0/s72-c/scary.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-6426224175879291523</id><published>2007-08-30T13:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T13:24:09.356+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='وأنا لي رأي'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='إسلاميات'/><title type='text'>المذاهب: أي منها في الجنة؟!!ـ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;كلما قرأت كتاباً عن أي من المذاهب يذكر هذا الحديث عن الرسول صلى الله عليه وسلم يقول:ـ"ستتفرق أمتي إلى ثلاث وسبعين فرقة كلها في  النار إلا واحدة" ـ ، والمضحك المبكي أن كل المذاهب تعتقد أنها الفرقة الناجية!ـ&lt;br /&gt;لا أعرف وضع الحديث وقوته ولكني سأسلم أنه حديث صحيح، فهل هذا يعني أن جماعة كبيرة من المسلمين تدخل النار لمجرد أنها تتبع المذهب الخطأ؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هل يعقل أن يعاقب أناس إجتهدوا ليؤسسوا هذه المذاهب وإن كانت إجتهادتهم خاطئة؟ ألم يقول رسول الله فيما معناه أن المجتهد إن أصاب فله أجران وإن أخطأ فله  أجر؟ ألا يعني هذا أن جميع المذاهب بإختلافاتها إن كانت تعكس أساسيات الإسلام فهي فرقة ناجية؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أسئلة كثير ة ما زالت تدور في ذهني وأنا أقرأ كتاب "من حقي أن أكون شيعية" لإمراءة سودانية تشيعت .. لا أمانع أ، يغير الإنسان فكره وأن يتبع مذهباً أخر إيماناً به ولكن ما أمانع أن يعتبر هذا التغيير هداية وأن ما يتبعه الأخرون ضلالة!ـ ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لم أنتهي من قراءة الكتاب بعد .. ولكن هذه الأفكار إستفزتني لأكتب عنها .. وقد تكون لي عودة مع الكتاب مرة أخرى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-6426224175879291523?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/6426224175879291523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=6426224175879291523&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/6426224175879291523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/6426224175879291523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='المذاهب: أي منها في الجنة؟!!ـ'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-2390974794819670504</id><published>2007-08-22T17:27:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T18:48:33.022+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Sigh!!!</title><content type='html'>I was faced with a challenge today, someone needs to sign a document to be processed. That person was not around, and its an urgent matter ..I sent a message to two of my managers I will call them (A) and (B) .. since they are the only decision makers around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The replies I got were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) A call from Manager (A) asking who is this (didn’t have my phone number) and asking what needs to be done. I gave him some solutions and he said he will try to do something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) a reply message from manager (B) saying: why didn’t you finish the work earlier, good luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, which manager you would like to report to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-2390974794819670504?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/2390974794819670504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=2390974794819670504&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/2390974794819670504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/2390974794819670504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh.html' title='Sigh!!!'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-5396455381766430248</id><published>2007-08-21T16:57:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:00:06.460+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rsrhh5R52dI/AAAAAAAAADA/BeZyS18V6e0/s1600-h/Photo-0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rsrhh5R52dI/AAAAAAAAADA/BeZyS18V6e0/s320/Photo-0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101137500378356178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two days on sick leave, and look at the number of calls I get??!!! .. no wounder I hate picking the phone when I am at home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-5396455381766430248?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/5396455381766430248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=5396455381766430248&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/5396455381766430248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/5396455381766430248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/08/two-days-on-sick-leave-and-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rsrhh5R52dI/AAAAAAAAADA/BeZyS18V6e0/s72-c/Photo-0042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-8618672553753856830</id><published>2007-08-19T13:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T14:17:09.125+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>10 Things I love</title><content type='html'>My dearest &lt;a href="http://samaoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sama Oman&lt;/a&gt; tagged me and I promised once I am back I will answer the tag .. so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgODJR52TI/AAAAAAAAABw/hrbOvBL-zP8/s1600-h/Oman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 58px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgODJR52TI/AAAAAAAAABw/hrbOvBL-zP8/s200/Oman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100342025190496562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Without a surprise to many of you, of course it my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMAN &lt;/span&gt;.. I love Oman to bits!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgO4JR52UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SlL91aNICI4/s1600-h/wriitng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 47px; height: 50px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgO4JR52UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SlL91aNICI4/s200/wriitng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100342935723563330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writing&lt;/span&gt; .. even though its torture sometimes, but its something I loved doing the past ..emm ..20 years?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgQB5R52VI/AAAAAAAAACA/SWEHcHIqNQE/s1600-h/internet_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 52px; height: 63px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgQB5R52VI/AAAAAAAAACA/SWEHcHIqNQE/s200/internet_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100344202738915666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; .. I cant deny that I am an Internet addict .. I wooed into this world in the late 90s and I just cant get enough of it .. of course it has its ups and downs and some privacy challenges .. but I am not that big on privacy anyway :p  .. I think the World Wide Web has given me so many chances to just fill the curiosity in me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgRFZR52WI/AAAAAAAAACI/HSop9cqwziE/s1600-h/Books.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 63px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgRFZR52WI/AAAAAAAAACI/HSop9cqwziE/s200/Books.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100345362380085602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reading &lt;/span&gt;.. Like the internet, a book takes you away especially if its a magical one .. I find peace in a bookshop or the book exhibition more than a clothes shop (I know many women find that strange)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgRzJR52XI/AAAAAAAAACQ/V9hYPWtp8lU/s1600-h/cooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 53px; height: 66px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgRzJR52XI/AAAAAAAAACQ/V9hYPWtp8lU/s200/cooking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100346148359100786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cooking ..&lt;/span&gt; this came to a surprise to me actually .. I started learning how to "really" cook when I went abroad for university .. and it turned out fun!! I like making my own versions of recipes .. I dont like sticking to whats written .. I am creative that way :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgSn5R52YI/AAAAAAAAACY/qocnK6pOloI/s1600-h/debate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 51px; height: 70px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgSn5R52YI/AAAAAAAAACY/qocnK6pOloI/s200/debate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100347054597200258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Debating&lt;/span&gt; .. but it has to be a good meaningful one .. I love spending time around those who have knowledge and are good in bringing out their ideas ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgTzJR52ZI/AAAAAAAAACg/Rk4Rn7WSAU4/s1600-h/TV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 49px; height: 53px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgTzJR52ZI/AAAAAAAAACg/Rk4Rn7WSAU4/s200/TV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100348347382356370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; .. I hate that I love this actually, but I cant deny that I enjoy watching TV .. especially if there are good TV series !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgVj5R52aI/AAAAAAAAACo/dS6ASYNeQlc/s1600-h/sociology.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 52px; height: 67px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgVj5R52aI/AAAAAAAAACo/dS6ASYNeQlc/s200/sociology.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100350284412606882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is turning harder than I thought, I need to find 3 more things I love!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;8- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sociology &lt;/span&gt;.. I just love the study of socity and how human beings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; interact with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgWQZR52bI/AAAAAAAAACw/HcRN7OGs00o/s1600-h/laptop_complete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 63px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgWQZR52bI/AAAAAAAAACw/HcRN7OGs00o/s200/laptop_complete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100351048916785586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;9- My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laptop&lt;/span&gt; .. its becoming my best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgXp5R52cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SW0jAUVexpQ/s1600-h/traveling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 64px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgXp5R52cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SW0jAUVexpQ/s200/traveling.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100352586515077570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10- (Finally!) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Travelling&lt;/span&gt; .. its so much fun knowing about a place first hand instead of Hearing about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Catsim .. Layal .. anyone isnt tagged already?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-8618672553753856830?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/8618672553753856830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=8618672553753856830&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/8618672553753856830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/8618672553753856830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/08/10-things-i-love.html' title='10 Things I love'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgODJR52TI/AAAAAAAAABw/hrbOvBL-zP8/s72-c/Oman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-3809572912082747534</id><published>2007-08-19T13:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:22:59.931+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='away'/><title type='text'>Back .. or not?</title><content type='html'>Ok I decided to come back .. because I miss my fans (it just feels good saying it :p) and because in order to get out of this lazy blocked mind of mine, I need to write anything .. anything .. so bare with me until I get into shape again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-3809572912082747534?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/3809572912082747534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=3809572912082747534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/3809572912082747534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/3809572912082747534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-4519465935867062737</id><published>2007-07-01T21:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T18:32:36.138+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='قصص قصيرة'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; قصة بدأتها منذ زمن ولم أكملها‘ أكملتها اليوم وأعرف أنني في الوقت الراهن لست في أحسن حالاتي بالنسبة للكتابة، لذا في إنتظار نقدكم :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;أمسكت بالشيلة وحاولت أن تلفها على رأسها .. تقدمت بخطوات حذرة ، وقفت&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;أمام المرآة .. تحسستها بيدها وأطلقت ضحكة تخللها انهمار دموع ساخنة على خدها ، دخلت أختها إلى الغرفة بعجلة: ريم هيا .. سنتأخر .. ستدخل العروس ونحن ما زلنا هنا .. ابتسمت ريم: أنا جاهزة أختي العزيزة .. أريدك أن تضبطين الشيلة حيث أنني أشعر أنها غير مرتبة. ردت أختها: لا بالعكس تبدوا ممتازة .. هيا سنتأخر ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;شعرت بألم الحرمان يتعاظم، وكأن لسان حال أختها يقول: وما يهمك أنت، فالكل يعرف أنك عمياء ولن يهتم إن كانت شيلتك مضبوطة أم لا .. شعرت بألم الاحتياج إلى شخص أخر ، بالعجز&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;عن أبسط حق وهو رؤية نفسها في المرآة .. أخفت أحزانها وتبعت أختها وهي تقودها إلى السيارة ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;قامت أحلام أخت ريم بتشغيل المسجل عند دخولها السيارة، تضايقت ريم، فقد أرادت أن تسمع أصوات السيارات و ضوضاء المدينة ، هذا الصوت الذي كانت تنزعج منه سابقاً أصبح النافذة الوحيدة التي تستطيع من خلالها تخيل ما يمكن أن يكون المنظر من حولها، أصبحت أذناها تقوم مقام عيناها.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;سمعت صوت مكابح السيارة تقف بسرعة، أحلام وسرعتها الجنونية، دائماً تحذرها من الوقوع في حادث لا سمح الله، عادت إلى سنة مضت وكيف كانت مثل أحلام، تسابق البرق في قيادتها، تندم على كل منظر جميل مرت عليه ولم تقف لتتأمله، فها هي الآن تتوق نفسها إلى رؤية اللون الأخضر، أو الصحراء أو أي منظر أخر .. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;أفاقت وصوت أحلام يهزها: ريم هيا أمسكي بيدي .. لا نريد أن نتأخر&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;دخلوا إلى قاعة العرس، شعرت بحرارة في المكان وصوت الموسيقى الراقصة يهز أرجاء القاعة، تمسك أحلام يدها بقوة، تشعر بها تمشي بتبختر وكأنها تتعمد جذب الانتباه، تسلم على خالة سلمى وخالة شيخة .. ومن ثم على خالة مريم وخالة فاطمة ، كلهن يؤكدن على قمة جمال أحلام و من ثم ينهين حديثهن بمدح ثوب ريم وكأنهن يقلن بطريقة أخرى: لا عليك تبدين جميلة وأنت عمياء!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;تصر ريم أن تقابل الجميع بابتسامة ، تريد أن تقول لهم أنها راضية بقدرها وسعيدة به، ولكنها تتقطع ألماً كلما مرت إحدى النساء لتسألها: أتعرفينني؟ أنا أم فلانة .. كيف لا أعرفك ونبرة صوتك الرنانة تملأ أرجاء المكان ، لماذا يذكرنها بقصورها، لماذا تقول نبرة صوتهم: مسكييييييينة .. كم تكره هذه الكلمة وكم تطعنها نبرة الصوت تلك!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;تقودها ريم إلى طاولة بجانب سماعات المسجل، كم هي المرات عديدة تلك التي ترجت ريم أختها أن تبعدها عن المسجل ، ريم لا تبالي ، فصديقات العمر جالسات على تلك الطاولة ، هن الأهم . حاولت ريم أن تبلع غيضها وألمها وأن تشارك أحدهم الحديث، ولكن تشعر وأن الجميع يعطونها ظهورهن ، لا تراهن ولكنها تعلم أن هذا ما يحدث عادة ، حاولت أن تلهي نفسها بسماع الأغاني، ولكنها سخيفة لا معنى لها .. أه ونص ، ومعجبة مغرمة (طب ما تحبي وأنا مالي؟؟ ) ، تمنت لو عادت إلى غرفتها و استمعت إلى أشعار حامد زيد أو أسير الشوق ، على الأقل تعيشها تلك الأشعار رومانسية تحلم بها.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;ولكنها تذكرت، لا لن أترك الابتسامة، لست هنا للتمتع بصرخات المغنيات و دق الطبول، هي هنا لتبتسم، لتقول للجميع أنها بخير وأنها لن تدفن وجهها في التراب حتى وإن كان حضورها يعتبر دفن لنفسها السعيدة.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;شعرت بيد حانية تربت على كتفها الأيمن، عادة تمقت الأيادي الحانية فهي تحمل بين طياتها شفقة وأسى لا تحبهما، لكن كان لهذه اليد معنى أخر ، كانت تقول أنا أفهم و&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;أنا أ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;قدر مقدار الألم الذي تمرين به ، وجهت رأسها تجاه اليد .. إبتسمت وسألت : من؟&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;رد عليها صوت أحن: أنا شمس ، قريبة والدتك .. تذكر شمس عندما كانت صغيرة وقبل الحادث بأعوام عديدة، تصغرها بثلاثة أعوام ، كانت طفلة تملأ المكان حياة كلما دخلت ، تذكرها بتفاصبل وجهها الجميلة ، ردت ريم: أذكر شمس الصغيرة ما شاء الله كبرت &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;شمس: أوه نعم كبرت .. وصرت "حرمة" .. ضحكتا ضحكة صافية ولأول مرة منذ دخلت القاعة شعرت أنها تقضي وقتاً ممتعاً ، ولكنها فجأة تذكرت .. وعرفت لماذا تحنو عليها شمس ، لماذا كلمتها شمس ، لدى شمس أخت تعاني من متلازمة داون، أخت معاقة ، تشعر شمس أن يد حنية تعني الكثير لمن يحتاجها،&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;تضايقت ريم، لاتريد يد تحنو عن شفقة، لا تريد يد تحنو لتقول أعلم مدى تعاستك ، تريد يداً تقول لها مرحباً بك كإنسانة. إستأذنت ريم بأدب وطلبت من أحلام أن تأخذها إلى طاولة أمها.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;لم تجد كرسياُ بقرب أمها فأخبرتها أحلام أن هناك كرسي في نفس الطاولة فوافقت على الجلوس عليه، جلست ، بعد أن فقدت بصرها طورت حاسة سمعها وأصبحت تسمع ما يتهامس به الناس، &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;سمعت المرأة التي بجانبها تهمس لجارتها: من هذه الجميلة الجالسة في طاولتنا؟ ، ردت جارتها: لا أعلم ولكنها تشبه آل راشد ، قد تكون منهم ، إبتسمت ريم وهي فخورة بسماتها التي تشبه أباها بشدة ، أكملت المرأة: رجاءً إسألي لي ، فإبني يبحث عن زوجة وإن كانت بهذا الجمال ومن آل راشد فنعم الزوجة ، صعقت ، لأول مرة تشعر أنها مثل البنات، لأول مرة تشعر أن هناك أمل ولو أنها على يقين أن المرأة إن علمت بعماها ستغير رأيها، ولكن الشعور بأنها مرغوبة ولو شكلياً أشعل فيها أملاً جديد أً ، أشعرها بأن للحياة نور!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;قامت من مقعدها ، وبثقة توجهت للطاولة السابقة وحدها ، ووقفت تصفق مع البنات.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A story I started a while ago, just completed it today and I know I am still not at my best in writing .. waiting for your comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;She wrapped the scarf around her head, and stepped confidently towards the mirror .. she started feeling it, and then a strong laugh came out followed by a hot tear on her cheeks. Her sister entered the room in a hurry: Reem, lets go .. we are going to be late .. the bride will enter the hall and we are still here .. Reem smiled: I am ready my dear sister, but I need you to fix my scarf .. I feel its not well put. Her sister replied: oh no it looks perfect .. lets go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;She felt the pain growing, as if her sister meant to say: and why do you care, everyone knows you are blind. She feel the pain of needing someone to do her basic needs, one of them is seeing her self in the mirror .. she hid her sadness and followed her sister while she is guiding her to the car.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;Ahlam (Reem's Sister) put on music when she entered the car, that bothered Reem. She wanted to listen to noisy sounds around her .. the same noise that used to bother her before, is the only window that she can imagine what is it like outside .. her eyes are taking the role of her eyes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;She heard the noise of the breaks .. oh Ahlam and her speeding habit, she always warned that one day she will get into a serious accident .. but she remembers that a year ago she was like her .. speeding carelessly .. now she regrets every scenery she passed through and didn’t pay attention .. she misses seeing the greenery, the desert or any other scene!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;Ahlam woke her up from her day dreaming by holding her and asking her to follow her since she doesn’t want to be late.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;She entered the wedding hall, she felt the heat of the place with the loud music moving the whole room. She held Ahlam's hand strongly.. she felt she was walking trying to get the attention of others. She says Salam to Aunt Salma and Aunt Shiekha and then to Aunt Mariam and Aunt Fatima .. All of them insist on how beautiful Ahlam looks, and then they pass a comment on Reem's dress. She hears as: oh don’t worry, you look beautiful even when you are blind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;But she insists to face everyone with a smile. She wants to tell everyone she is happy with what god has written. But she is pain when a woman asks: Do you know me? I am the mother of flana. And how wouldn’t I know you, she thinks, when your loud voice is filling the place. Why does everyone insists on reminding her with her pain .. why their tone says: Oh pooooor one .. she hates that word and that tone kills her!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;Ahlam takes her to the table next to the speakers. Many times she begged her to sit somewhere far. But Ahlam doesn’t care, she wants to sit next to her friends. She tried to let it go, and started making a conversation with someone next to her. But she feels it, everyone is giving her their backs. She doesn’t see them but she is sure that what usually happens! She tried passing time by listening to the songs, but all sound stupied .. she wanted to go back to her room and listen to the poets she loves to hear .. anything is better than those silly songs. At least with those poems she lives a romantic dreams she can only dream about.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;But then she remembered. She will always smile. She is not here to enjoy or listen to the songs.. she is here to smile and tell everyone she is fine and she will never burry her head in the sand even if that would burry her happy self.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;She felt a tender hand holding her right shoulder. Usually she hated those tender hands because its filled with sorrow and petty. But this hand had a different feeling. It said I understand and I know the pain you are going thorugh. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She looked towards the hand and asked: who is it? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The girl said: I am shams, your mother's relative. She remembers Shams, the little girl who is younger than her. She was a happy kid filling the place with life wherever she are. She remembers her with her nice features. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;Reem replied: oh I remember Shams, the little girl has grown up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;Shams: Yes, I am a woman now. She followed that by a laugh. And for the first time Reem felt she is enjoying the evening. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;But then she remembered. Shams has a sister with dawn Syndrome. God, she just feels pitty. She doesn’t need petty anymore .. she needs someone to see her as human being. She excused from Shams and asked Ahlam to take her to her mom's table. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;She couldn’t find a seat next to her mom. But there was another one in the same table so she agreed to sit there. After she lost her sight, she uses her ears to know what is happening around. She heard a woman whispering the lady next to her: who is this beautiful girl there. The lady next to her said: I don’t know, but she seems from Al Rashid family. Reem felt happy when she heard that, she always liked that she looks like her dad. The woman completed: could you please ask, my son is looking for a wife and if this beautiful girl is from Al Rashid then wow, it’s a good match. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;Reem was shocked. For the first time she feels like a normal girl. For the first time she feels hope even though she is sure that if the women knew she is blind she would change her mind. The feeling that she is wanted make her see the light again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style=""&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;She stood up and headed towards her sister friends, and she started clapping with the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_09.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-4519465935867062737?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/4519465935867062737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=4519465935867062737&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/4519465935867062737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/4519465935867062737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-8344999850193734982</id><published>2007-06-23T23:37:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:39:00.756+04:00</updated><title type='text'>موجة الصقيع</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23827669@N00/187144156/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/74/187144156_574d4a1482_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23827669@N00/187144156/"&gt;genev3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/23827669@N00/"&gt;Arabian Princess&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;تنتقل إشاعة بين أصحاب البريد الإليكتروني عن موجة الصقيع التي سوف تجتاح الخليج .. وطبعاً من مبدأ أن المرء لا يلدغ من جحر مرتين إهتم العمانين بنقل هذه الإشاعة بقوة حتى يتخذ من لم يتخذ حذره المرة السابقة (قبل الإعصار) حذره هذه المرة  .. على العموم أخذت الموضوع بشيء من التندر وقلت لأتخيل ما التغيرات التي يجب أن تحصل في منطقتنا حتى يمكننا إستقبال موجة الصقيع بأيدي ساخنة وهي كالأتي:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* جميع المكيفات المركزية و مكيفات "الدريشة" يجب أن تستبدل بدفايات&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* أقمشة الدشاديش يجب أن تتبدل إلى أقمشة صوفية وتتغير إلى ألوان غامقة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* العبايات السوداء ستكون مفيدة جداً هنا (عكس الجو الحار) و أقمشة الصالونا والإنترنت (أحلا أسامي) تتغير إلى  صوفية&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* يجب أن نبدل إطارات السيارات حتى يمكننا سواقتها على الثلج وطبعاً يجب إدخال نظام تدفئة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* طبعاً يجب إستحداث مكان خاص في المنزل للمدفئة التي تعمل بحرق بالحطب.. من زمان وأنا خاطري أستعملها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* طبعاً بدل الرطب سوف تكون فاكهتنا الأساسية هي الفراولة والمشمش&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;هذه قائمة أعددتها بسرعة .. إن تغير الجو فعلا فإن نظام حياتنا بالكامل قد يتغير .. وطبعاً كله بأمر الله تعالى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a rumor going around that the weather in the Gulf will be changed to a cold and freezing. For fun, I came with a list with things that we need to change if that happened:&lt;br /&gt;- No more Air conditioning .. we need to change them to heaters&lt;br /&gt;- our white dishdasha will have to be changed to dark colored one, made of wool&lt;br /&gt;- Our Abaya will come in handy here, but the material have to be changed too&lt;br /&gt;- our car tyres have to be changed to ones that can be used in snow&lt;br /&gt;- Wow, we will have a fire place which we can feed with wood :D&lt;br /&gt;-instead of dates, we will have strewberry and peaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a list that I came up now, I beleive our lives will change alot if it really happened. Its all in Allah's hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-8344999850193734982?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/8344999850193734982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=8344999850193734982&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/8344999850193734982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/8344999850193734982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_23.html' title='موجة الصقيع'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/74/187144156_574d4a1482_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-8338064963526071387</id><published>2007-06-19T20:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:22:42.237+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='إعصار زوينة'/><title type='text'>عمان الصامدة</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ما زلت أعاني من مزاجي الإعصاري فسامحوني إن أكثرت مواضيع الإصار عليكم&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فيديو معبر عن عمان قبل وخلال وبعد 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href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/8338064963526071387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=8338064963526071387&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/8338064963526071387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/8338064963526071387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_19.html' title='عمان الصامدة'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-3527641659072799787</id><published>2007-06-11T23:05:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:15:32.050+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='إعصار زوينة'/><title type='text'>للشاعر جمال الشقصي</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rm2eB0DbKoI/AAAAAAAAABU/slJF7uv9cMQ/s1600-h/Muscat_Muttra_Corniche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 206px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rm2eB0DbKoI/AAAAAAAAABU/slJF7uv9cMQ/s320/Muscat_Muttra_Corniche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074886109106481794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;قصيدة لامست الجرح فشفته:ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عسى ما شرّ يا أرض الكرامـه&lt;br /&gt;عساكِ بخير .. وبنعمه وسلامه&lt;br /&gt;ترى وجهك من أهـداب الثريـا&lt;br /&gt;وماي أفلاجك شفـاه  الغمامـه&lt;br /&gt;عساهـا أزمـة أيـام وتعـدي&lt;br /&gt;ويبقى راسك بـراس  الكرامـه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;حبيبة كل شاعر / كـل مغنَـى&lt;br /&gt;تسوق الشمس لليـل وظلامـه&lt;br /&gt;عمان اللي هدبها بالف موطـن&lt;br /&gt;واناملها سما النـاس العدامـه&lt;br /&gt;خلاصة عطر من روض  المحبه&lt;br /&gt;ولا بدّل بهـا التاريـخ  هامـه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عمان عيونها عـذرى حشيمـه&lt;br /&gt;تمناها القمـر تجلـس  أمامـه&lt;br /&gt;تمنتها الليالـي قلـب عاشـق&lt;br /&gt;سرق ظلم القدر قبلـة غرامـه&lt;br /&gt;تمناها البحـر دانـه وشاطـي&lt;br /&gt;بعد ما ذبلـت أمواجـه ندامـه&lt;br /&gt;تمنتهـا خيـوط الفجـر باكـر&lt;br /&gt;عشان تبشّر القيـظ  بصرامـه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عسى (السلطان قابوس) المفدى&lt;br /&gt;بطول العمر للمجـد  ابتسامـه&lt;br /&gt;عسى شعب الإمام يعيش سالـم&lt;br /&gt;مثل ما هو على عـز  الإمامـه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يا ليت أحْدٍ لهالإعصار سولـف&lt;br /&gt;عن عيونك وهي تروي  الثمامه&lt;br /&gt;أو إنه كان يسمع عن صباحـك&lt;br /&gt;عن النخل الكريم بطول  عامـه&lt;br /&gt;مَا كان أصلاً تجرّا يصب غيضه&lt;br /&gt;تمنى في رضاك يبوس  شامـه&lt;br /&gt;حبيبة قلبي يا ليت  العواصـف&lt;br /&gt;تمـر ولا تسـوق إلا السلامـه&lt;br /&gt;عسى ما شر يا قلـب العروبـه&lt;br /&gt;نحبك من هنا .. لْيوم  القيامـه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(a poem written by an Omani Poet which I liked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-3527641659072799787?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/3527641659072799787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=3527641659072799787&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/3527641659072799787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/3527641659072799787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_11.html' title='للشاعر جمال الشقصي'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rm2eB0DbKoI/AAAAAAAAABU/slJF7uv9cMQ/s72-c/Muscat_Muttra_Corniche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-781135565816315886</id><published>2007-06-08T13:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T11:46:13.896+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='إعصار زوينة'/><title type='text'>ما بعد الإعصار</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;مر علينا الإعصار بجبروته بعيداً عن اليابسة ولكنه لم يترك عمان دون أن يبلغها بمروره.. أحدث دماراً لم أره قط د بحياتي .. يحز في النفس أن نرى مسقطنا العامرة مهدمة ، ملطخة ببقايا الطين والأوساخ  .. تشعرنا أننا لم نعطها حقها ولم نشعر بقيمة جمالها إلا الآن ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مر الإعصار ، وشعرنا جميعا أن حياتنا بيده، أن "لا عاصم اليوم من أمر الله إلامن رحم"  .. الحمد لله على كل حال .. ورحم الله الغرقى والمفقودين.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عماننا الحبيبة .. بعيوني أنت .. نفديك أرواحنا وأموالنا .. وسنعيدك جميلة كما كنت إن شاء الله&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RmkpE0DbKmI/AAAAAAAAABE/BeNYMEpLB7o/s1600-h/Photo-0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RmkpE0DbKmI/AAAAAAAAABE/BeNYMEpLB7o/s320/Photo-0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073631617878796898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أقف قليلا لأشكر شرطة عمان السلطانية وجميع أجهزة عمان الأمنية التي أشعرتنا فعلاً أنها كانت عين عمان الساهرة ، وأشكر تلفزيون عمان الذي لم يألوا جهدا في طمأنتنا وإبلاغنا بأخر المستجدات حتى في أخطر اللحظات .. حتى أن أحد مصوري التلفزيون سقط من على جسر وهو ينهار والحمد لله على سلامته&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أترككم الأن مع بعض الصور:ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RmkoQUDbKlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W-HNjPRzT0E/s1600-h/Photo-0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RmkoQUDbKlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W-HNjPRzT0E/s320/Photo-0099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073630715935664722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rmkpi0DbKnI/AAAAAAAAABM/FHuFdbNbetQ/s1600-h/Photo-0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rmkpi0DbKnI/AAAAAAAAABM/FHuFdbNbetQ/s320/Photo-0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073632133274872434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-781135565816315886?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/781135565816315886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=781135565816315886&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/781135565816315886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/781135565816315886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_08.html' title='ما بعد الإعصار'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RmkpE0DbKmI/AAAAAAAAABE/BeNYMEpLB7o/s72-c/Photo-0097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-2733269473775280594</id><published>2007-06-05T08:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:27:07.677+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='عمان'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='إعصار زوينة'/><title type='text'>حفظ الله عمان</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;حسب توقعات الأرصاد الجوية أن عناك إعصار اسمه "جونو"** يقترب من السلطنة في الساعات القليلة القادمة ، طبعاً تحرك الدفاع المدني والجهات المختصة بسرعة لتحذير جميع من سيتضرر بهذا الإعصار وتوفير المأوى المناسب لهم .. مبادرة مشكورة من شرطة عمان السلطانية.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;مجرد الشعور بأن هناك خطر قريب يشعر الجميع بالارتباك ، والخطر هو خطر طبيعي لا يمكن لأي قوة في الأرض أن توقفه ، فالرحمة بيد الله سبحانه وتعالى.   شعور الاعتماد على الله وحده وترك الأمور بيده (بعد اتخاذ الاحتياطات) يشعرني بضعف الإنسان وقوة الله سبحانه وتعالى. سبحان الله، مع انشغالنا بأمورنا الدنيوية نشعر وأننا نملك زمام الأمور . وأننا من نتخذ القرارات ونخطط للمستقبل ، وننسى أن أمونا كلها بيد الله سبحانه، وأن علينا التوكل عليه قبل كل شيء.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;على العموم، لا نعلم ما مصيرنا بعد الإعصار، ولا أعرف إن كان سيكون بإمكاني العودة إلى المدونة أم لا .. كله بيد الله سبحانه. وأستسمجكم عذراٍ إن أخطأت في حق أي منكم.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"قل لن يصيبنا إلا ما كتب الله لنا" " من توكل على الله فهو حسبه" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;حسبي الله ونعم الوكيل&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** قررت أن أسمي الإعصار زوينة ، ليش هي كاترينا أحسن منا؟ !!ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, “Gonu” is heading towards Oman in the coming few hours. As much we all try to prepare, we all depend on Allah’s will. May Allah protect Oman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to say that I don’t know how would this hurricane would leave us .. and I don’t know if I will be able to come to this blog again. Anyway, I just wanted to apologies if I ever wronged any of you. Take care till the hurricane is over, Inshallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more photos about the Cyclone aftermath, please check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/23827669@N00/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;http://www.englishsabla.com/forum/showthread.php?t=47066&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This is how the weather looks like at 5:30 pm in Muscat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RmVmhkDbKjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZE_qxSrvCFM/s1600-h/Photo-0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RmVmhkDbKjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZE_qxSrvCFM/s320/Photo-0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072573282102487602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain in Muscat at 9:00 am (6/6/2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RmZPAkDbKkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KAYlsoOZgiY/s1600-h/Photo-0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RmZPAkDbKkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KAYlsoOZgiY/s320/Photo-0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072828901376076354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-2733269473775280594?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/2733269473775280594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=2733269473775280594&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/2733269473775280594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/2733269473775280594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='حفظ الله عمان'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RmVmhkDbKjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZE_qxSrvCFM/s72-c/Photo-0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-9208088075007823031</id><published>2007-05-26T21:55:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:20:44.753+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Catism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available or Single:&lt;/strong&gt; Very happily married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best friend:&lt;/strong&gt; my computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cake or Pie:&lt;/strong&gt; cake, any type of rich choclate cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essential Item:&lt;/strong&gt; My computer and my mobile!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Color: &lt;/strong&gt;Olive Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gummy bears or Worms:&lt;/strong&gt; Non&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Town:&lt;/strong&gt; Mus8at Al 3amira (Muscat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indulgence:&lt;/strong&gt; I am with cat here, day dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January or February:&lt;/strong&gt; January .. I was born in January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kids:&lt;/strong&gt; Angels when they are smiling .. develis when they start to cry :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life:&lt;/strong&gt; too complicated .. I fail to understand it .. I just live it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marriage:&lt;/strong&gt; challanging, yet the challange makes the love and bond in it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number of Siblings:&lt;/strong&gt; 2 sister and 4 brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oranges or Apples: &lt;/strong&gt;Oranges in all forms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phobias:&lt;/strong&gt; Excercising !! Really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; I dont have a faviorate one .. but recently I like this one: "Dont let a person become a priority in your life, when you are just an option in thier life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason to Smile:&lt;/strong&gt; having the people I like around me and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season:&lt;/strong&gt; Oman's winter, Europe's Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag Three People (optional):&lt;/strong&gt; Sama Oman, Layal, Jeff &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unknown Fact About Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I am lazy :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst Habit:&lt;/strong&gt; I love staying at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Favorite Food: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;many, cant name them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonidas_%28chocolate_maker%29"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac:&lt;/strong&gt; Capricorn, and catism I dont beleive in them either :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-9208088075007823031?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/9208088075007823031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=9208088075007823031&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/9208088075007823031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/9208088075007823031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/05/available-or-single-very-happily.html' title='Tagged by Catism'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-7993889367698819004</id><published>2007-05-26T21:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:10:28.400+04:00</updated><title type='text'>وداعياً ..  العين الساحرة</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;بدأت بتسطير الكلمات .. رغبة مني في كتابة خطاب  أنعي فيه 27 عاماً عشته في كنفك ورضعت من رعايتك .. لكن الكلمات تأبى أن تسمح لي .. كأنها تقول بأنك ستبقين عيناً تسهر على رعايتي ولو من بعيد ..&lt;br /&gt;ما يؤلمني ليس بعدك عني .. فأنا أعلم أنمك دائما وأبداً حولي تسهرين على رعايتي .. ما يؤلمني هو أنني لن أكون جزءاً منك .. أتألم لألمك وأحزن لحزنك .. سأكون بعيدة .. أراك من بعيد وأتمنى الخير لك .. ولكن من بعيد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أريدك أن تعلمي أنني سأبقي جندية من جندك .. وأنني مهما مرت السنين .. وعانيت من جفاءك .. سأظل أذكر 27 عاماً  وأنا سيدة البيت وإبنتك الكبرى&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وادعاً.. أيتها العين الساحرة ..ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(قد يحمل الموضوع أعلاه خواطر شخصية مبهمة لمعظكم -وهذا ما أتمناه_ ولكنها الخواطر المسيطرة علي حالياً .. فأعذروني)ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The post above is a thought that has been occuyping my thoughts all week long .. its quite personal .. but I couldnt not write it because it kept occuring in my head .. anyway its about my farewell to a "magical" eye that kept taking care of me for 27 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-7993889367698819004?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/7993889367698819004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;مؤخراً قرأت أكثر من موضوع طرحته أخواتي المدونات وبالأخص (&lt;a href="http://www.catism.org/?p=39"&gt;قطوية&lt;/a&gt; و&lt;a href="http://aaamnaaa.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_10.html"&gt;أمنة&lt;/a&gt;) عن موضوع القروض الإسلامية أو البنوك الإسلامية، وبما أن الموضوع هذا يهمني كثيرا فقررت أن أشاركه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;ن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; الكتابة عنه.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;لا أدعي أني عالمة بالاقتصاد الإسلامي ومداخله ومخارجه ولكني أعرف القليل عنه كوني درست مادة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; الإقتصاد الإسلامي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; خلال دراستي الجامعية. ستكون هذه المدونة محاولة للتعريف بالحلال والحرام في التعاملات البنكية وبمحاولة في تحليل الفرق بين القروض الربوية والأخرى المباحة.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;بسم الله أبدأ وأريد التذكير بأني لست فقيهة ولا عالمة اقتصاد إنما هذا مجرد تلخيص ما استوعبته مما درست وقرأت.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;لماذا نسميها "بنوك إسلامية"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;أنا لا أتفق مع هذا المسمى وقد يخالفني البعض في هذا، ما يقلقني في هذا المسمى أن البنوك الإسلامية تعطي لنفسها مصداقية أو تسويق دون أي جهد يذكر ولا أظن أن ذلك ينصف&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;البنوك الأخرى.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ما نريد هي معاملات ت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;ت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;م بطريقة إسلامية وتتبع قواعد الشريعة الإسلامية في أي مؤسسة كانت. يختلف البعض في هذا المبدأ من منطلق أن المال الحلال يختلط مع المال الحرام فلا يمكن أن نتعامل مع هذه البنوك ولكنني أرى أنه من نظرة المتعامل (المقترض) إن كانت معاملة القرض لا يتخللها ربا فهذا يكفيه ليعتبره من القروض المباحة خاصة وأن الحصول على هذه الأنواع من القروض ليست بالأمر السهل . &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;تعاملات إسلامية&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كثير من البنوك الإسلامية تعطي قروضاً إسلامية ، يعترض البعض عليها كون الفائدة التي تجنيها أكبر بكثير من فوائد البنوك التجارية وهذا وارد جداً لأنه للأسف المنبع الذي شجع هذا البنوك على تقديم القروض ليس المساهمة في خدمة المجتمع ولكن الفائدة التجارية، ولكن الإسلام كما أنه دين يعنى برقي حال المجتمع فهو دين يسمح بالتجارة ويشجعها كوسيلة شرعية&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;لكسب العيش ، لذا لا يمكننا انتقاد البنوك الإسلامية لرغبتها في المكسب.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;ما هو القرض الحلال إذاً؟ و&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ما الفرق الأساسي بين القرض الحرام والقرض الحلال؟ هذا سؤال يمر ببال كل من يريد الابتعاد عن القروض الربوية. بكل بساطة كلمة "ربا" تعني الزيادة وهذا يعني أن أي زيادة في قيمة القرض الأصلي&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;تعتبر ربا. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;فلنأخذ مثالا على ذلك:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;تريد شراء سيارة ب 1000 ريال ، في عقد البنك سيقال لك أن عليك دفع نسبة &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5% من القرض شهرياً&lt;a style="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8910122#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12;"  &gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ، &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;وهذا يعني أنك إذا دفعت القرض في 12 شهر كان المبلغ 1600 ريال ، وإذا كانت لديك ظروف معينة واضطررت إلى دفعها في 14 شهر أصبح القرض 1700 وهذا يستمر القرض بالنمو كلما تأخرت في دفعه. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;أما بالنسبة للقروض الحلال&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;فالمثال كالآتي:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;أردت شراء سيارة&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;بقيمة 1000 ، يكون القرض الإسلامي أنه سيشتري عنك السيارة ويبيعها 1800 وستدفع القرض في 12 شهر. مررت بظروف معينة منعتك من دفع القرض في 12 شهر وتخلفت عن الدفع لمدة شهر واحد (طبعاً بعد موافقة البنك وما شابهه) سيظل القرض 1800 ريال ولن يزيد.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لاحظ أن القرض في الحالة الثانية أكبر من القرض في الحالة الأولى ، هل هذا استغلال؟ قد نقول نعم أم لا وهذا يعتمد في&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;صف من تقف ، موقف المواطن البسيط الذي بالكاد يتحمل قوت يومه أم موقف المستثمر الذي بقول لك أن السيارة التي يبيعها اليوم سعرها غير السعر إن باعها لك بعد عام و هناك كثير من الأسباب التي قد يعطيك التاجر ليفسر لماذا يبيع السيارة بسعر أعلى &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;و كما يقولون التجارة شطارة ، ولكن هل هذا القرض حرام؟ من ناحية إسلامية شرعية ، ومن ناحية إتباع أسس المعاملات الإسلامية على حد علمي هو قرض لا غبار عليه ما دام اتفاق البيع والشراء تم بموافقة الطرفين.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-OM" style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (للموضوع بقية ... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Will be translated ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;   &lt;hr align="left" size="1" width="33%"&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  &lt;div style="" id="ftn1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;a style="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8910122#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA"&gt;حسب علمي أن هناك أنواع أخرى من القروض ولكن لسهولة المثال أخذت أسهل أنواع القروض&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="AR-OM"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-790914774085642443?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/790914774085642443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=790914774085642443&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/790914774085642443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/790914774085642443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/05/1.html' title='المعاملات الإسلامية : البنوك الإسلامية (1)ـ'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rkv9EQOpx0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzexaqqfbrs/s72-c/banking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-2723525756847183097</id><published>2007-05-01T21:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:55:14.143+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rjd_-IYgr3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PAyt_hKRlK8/s1600-h/edited+berry+bloom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 207px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rjd_-IYgr3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PAyt_hKRlK8/s320/edited+berry+bloom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059653411752947570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been trying to update my blog for a while but whenever I have an idea and try to post it I change my mind .. for some reason I cant put my thoughts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; .. I guess I need another holiday :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I went to Malaysia last month, and then to Brunei (my second country :p ) it was a very nice trip .. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to come back, because coming back means going back to work .. I feel I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have enough rest !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic on the left is form the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;strawberry&lt;/span&gt; farms in Cameron Highlands in Malaysia .. I just loved how those three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt; are blooming .. especially that the rest of the pots &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt; in them .. so it looks like they are surviving !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that happened recently is that our TV burnt (or whatever happened inside it, I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know!) .. anyway so we were out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; for a week .. and god it was a hard week ,, although I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; much .. but still I missed it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;documentary&lt;/span&gt; about life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Zanzibar&lt;/span&gt; .. it was really useful .. I love Oman's history .. and this was showing a part that I always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wondered&lt;/span&gt; about .. if you want to have a look visit this link:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCyPll_PQb0&lt;br /&gt;(its in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Arabic&lt;/span&gt;, but one of the people speaking in it is speaking in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; .. so you can understand whats going on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what have been happening in my life recently .. nothing much :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-2723525756847183097?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/2723525756847183097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=2723525756847183097&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/2723525756847183097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/2723525756847183097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rjd_-IYgr3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PAyt_hKRlK8/s72-c/edited+berry+bloom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-1273139173864441257</id><published>2007-04-19T23:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:15:45.310+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='وأنا لي رأي'/><title type='text'>Religion or no Relgion?</title><content type='html'>After Oprah's Interview with Bill O'Rially, being the curious me I started searching him on You Tube. I then came across another interesting Tv presenter called Bill Maher. As much as I differ 180 degrees in Bill Maher opinions but its really interesting to hear the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maher is against any kind of organized religions. He believes in a God but not a god that is represented in the Bible, the Old Testament or The Quran.  To him, people who believe in religions have neurological disorder because we are brainwashed to believe this way since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I am trying to discuss here is if we did not have religions do you think our set of morals would be the same? Do you think we wouldn't "create" our religions?&lt;br /&gt;I think  Humans need religions to act morally. They need a book of rules to tell them what we are allowed to do and what we aren't.. even when we have them, we still have people who don't follow them so imagine not having them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell and Heaven are another "motivation" to act well. Believing that in the long run we will get what we want, and we will be treated according to what we did helps us to live a happier life. Of course its not an easy path since its not a tangible one, but I guess it does play a role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I feel the world is safer with people believing in religion rather than having people who don't believe in anything at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-1273139173864441257?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/1273139173864441257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=1273139173864441257&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/1273139173864441257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/1273139173864441257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/04/religion-or-no-relgion.html' title='Religion or no Relgion?'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-936736323036686029</id><published>2007-03-30T21:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:29:54.381+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='وأنا لي رأي'/><title type='text'>علمتني الحياة- something I wrote recently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أحب بين الفينة والأخرى أن أفكر فيما تعلمت من الأيام .. لأنني إنن فكرت فيها ثم دونتها أدركها أكثر وأتعلم منها وأستطيع الإستفادة من دروسها أكثر:ـ&lt;br /&gt;ـ  أحيانا يجب علينا الإبتعاد عن م تسعدنا صحبتهم لأننا حينها ندرك أن صحبتنا لا تسعدهم&lt;br /&gt;ـ  تبقى كرامة المرء عزيزة عليه ومن المهم أن يفخر بها .. ولكن عليه أن يدرك بالضبط أن لا يخلط بينها وبين الكبر&lt;br /&gt;ـ  مهما كثر الأحباب والأصحاب حولنا , تبقى تلك اللحظات التي لا يمكن أن نشاركها مع أحد لأنه لا يوجد من يفهمها غيرنا .. لأنها عبارة عن مشاعر لا يمكن ترجمتها للغة الكلام&lt;br /&gt;ـ   أكثر ما نكون مجردين  من أقنعتنا الإجتماعية هي عندما نكون بصحبة من نحب ونثق بهم&lt;br /&gt;ـ  مثل ما نعامِل سوف نعامَل ، وإن كان هناك من عاملنا بسوء فيجب علينا محاسبة أنفسنا فهناك إحتمال أن نكون السبب في ذلك&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everynow and a while, I like to think of what I learnt in life, because when I think about it and write it I remmber it more and learn from it more:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Sometimes we need to be away from people we care about for us to realise they dont care &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Self dignity is very important to any person and should maintain it, however he/she should always realise the difference between it and bring a proud person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- No matter how many friends we have, sometimes we need to keep things to ourselves because no one would understand the feelings we have .. they are simply untranslatable to language form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-The most when we are ourselves and we remove all the masks we have is when we are around who we love and trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Like we treat, we get treated. When someone treats us bad we have to think throughly about it because maybe we drove them to treat us that way!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-936736323036686029?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/936736323036686029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=936736323036686029&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/936736323036686029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/936736323036686029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/03/something-i-wrote-recently.html' title='علمتني الحياة- something I wrote recently'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-8294180091365253343</id><published>2007-03-16T16:49:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T17:48:46.783+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Splashes of Water on hard rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23827669@N00/423012275/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/423012275_be5d0c58fb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23827669@N00/423012275/"&gt;Splashes of Water on hard rocks&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/23827669@N00/"&gt;Arabian Princess&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;يشدني ارتطام أمواج البحر على الجبال الصلبة .. يذكرني بأن لحظات الحياة هي عبارة عن إرتطام ما هو سهل وسلس بصلابة الحجر .. والنتيجة قد تكون بقاء الحجر حجراً واالماء ماء وتبقى العلاقة كما هي .. أم أن أحدهما سيغير طبيعته ليتلائم مع الأخر .. وهنا تتفتت الأحجار أو يدخل ماء البحر إلى مسامات الحجر ويصبح جزءاً لا يتجزأ منه!!ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene of sea water bumbing into a hard rock always attracts me .. it reminds me that life is all about two beings which are so different than each other clashing togther .. the result would either be, that the water would remain water and the rock would remain a rock .. or either, each of them would change its nature to fit the other .. the rock would start softening up.. and the sea water would enter into the pores and be part of the work that can be put apart!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-8294180091365253343?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/8294180091365253343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=8294180091365253343&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/8294180091365253343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/8294180091365253343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/03/splashes-of-water-on-hard-rocks.html' title='Splashes of Water on hard rocks'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/423012275_be5d0c58fb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-1479580211203255789</id><published>2007-03-12T22:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:44:37.891+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;مررت بمرحلة لم أقوى على حمل القلم فيها .. وأحسست بجفاء بيني وبين الورقة .. وظننت أنها النهاية وأن هذه العلاقة التي عشتها لسنوات وصلت لنهايتها .. ولكن وبضغط شديد من روحي العنيدة بدأن أخرج من تلك الحالة .. وبدأت أستعيد (ولو ببطء شديد) ثقتي بالقلم والورقة .. وهذا نتاج أخر حرب مع الورقة والقلم:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;أحن إلى دمعة صادقة .. بكتها عيوني في يوم حزين&lt;br /&gt;وشهقة تَفطَرَ قــلبي بها .. لينـشـد بعدهــأ لحـــن الأنين&lt;br /&gt;بهذي وتلك نفسي سلت .. وتناست أصل الجرح الحزين&lt;br /&gt;وبها تيقنت أني إنســـانة .. وأن قــلبي للحـــزن يَـديــــن&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After a while with the writer's block I was suffering, and after I thought I lost the relation I had between me, the pen and the paper .. my stuborn soul insisted that I come out of that situatiuon and I started (slowly) building that relationship again. This is the result of the last war (I hope it makes sense!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss an honest tear, that my eyes dropped in a sad day&lt;br /&gt;and a sigh that breaks my heart, after my heart sings the melody of pain&lt;br /&gt;with that my soul was entertained, and forgot the reason behind my pain&lt;br /&gt;and with it, I realised I am a human and my heart ows it all to sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-1479580211203255789?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/1479580211203255789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=1479580211203255789&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/1479580211203255789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/1479580211203255789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-5294152314302941316</id><published>2007-03-04T19:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:29:52.221+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>معرض الكتاب  2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;جاء معرض الكتب ليأخذني إلى عالم أخر حيث  ألتقي فيه بمن أحب .. من أدباء وشعراء .. وأنا أنتظر معرض الكتاب لأتزود بما يكفيني لعام كامل(ولو أني أعلم أنني لن أقرأهم جميعا)!! على العموم ما إشترتيه في المرة الأولى الأتي:ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;عروس المطر ، سعار  لبثينة العيسى&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;حارسة النخيل لسمية الشيباني&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;أولاد حارتنا لنجيب محفوظ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;أيام في الجنة لغالية أل سعيد&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;المطاوعة لمبارك الدعيج&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;سأزور المعرض لمرة ثانية قريباً إن شاء الله .. وأفكر بإقتناء كتب للشيخ علي الطنطاوي ..فقد قرأت له كتابين رائعين (فصول إسلامية وفصول إجتماعية) وأعجبتني طريقة تفكيره&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ما هي الكتب الأخرى الأخرى التي تقترحون عل يشراؤها؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Book Exhibition 2007 is at muscat now. I visited it last wenesday and managed to buy few books that would keep me busy until next year (though last years books are still not read :p ) .. I am planning to go again inshallah .. so if you guys have any suggestions aboutintresting books I should buy please let me know !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;تحديث&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ذهبت للمعرض مرة أخرى وهذا ما أقتنيته :ـ&lt;br /&gt;- فتاوي علي الطنطاوي (الجزء الأول والثاني )ـ&lt;br /&gt;-  ويبقى التاريخ مفتوحاً (أبرز شخصيات القرن العشرين ) تركي الحمد&lt;br /&gt;_ صور وخواطر لعلي الطنطاوي&lt;br /&gt;- إبن خلدون&lt;br /&gt;- الإسلام هو الحل زكريا أوزون&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-5294152314302941316?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/5294152314302941316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=5294152314302941316&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/5294152314302941316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/5294152314302941316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/03/2007.html' title='معرض الكتاب  2007'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-8205468734459651589</id><published>2007-02-22T13:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T13:37:52.931+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='وأنا لي رأي'/><title type='text'>من أجل إعلام مستقل</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;كانت مدونتي حاضرة بالنيابة عني في هذه الحلقة الدراسية .. وكانت الأخت الغالية عبير المعمري هي من أعدت الورقة عن مدونتي ومدونة أختي سما .. ولمعرفة المزيد من التفاصيل عليكم بزيارة مدونة أختي سما&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omansky.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This post is dedicated to the session that took place in Sultan Qaboos University and my blog was present there. You can read Sama's blog for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-8205468734459651589?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/8205468734459651589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=8205468734459651589&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/8205468734459651589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/8205468734459651589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='من أجل إعلام مستقل'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-117113763386680577</id><published>2007-02-10T23:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T00:17:52.176+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Julia Boutros - Ahibaii</title><content type='html'>I am getting addicted to this song of Julia Boutros (A Lebenese Singer) which speaks about the Lebenese resistence last July. The sales of this CD will go to the children of the soldiers who died in the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-UFyYWvAss"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-UFyYWvAss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is her interview in Al Jazeera (God I just love this woman!! she is strong and patriot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eJsEcN2PVkw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eJsEcN2PVkw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry Jeff its in arabic, but you can listen to the song .. I love the tune :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-117113763386680577?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/117113763386680577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=117113763386680577&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/117113763386680577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/117113763386680577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/02/julia-boutros-ahibaii.html' title='Julia Boutros - Ahibaii'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-116957004833512434</id><published>2007-01-23T20:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:34:49.763+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>عندما يباع الأمل</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;وأنت تقلب قنوات جهاز الإستقبال لا بد وستستوقفك هذه القناة، فالمشهد مضحك إلى حد البكاء .. إمرأة فاتنة بتسريحة شعر جميلة .. تحكي بلكنة "دلوعة" كيف لأم وائل أن تساعدك في معرفة "الإيات -لاحظ كسر الهمزة" التي ستحتم ذهاب المحنة وإنجلاء الغمة .. وتقوم بالسؤال عن  الإسم ,إسم الوالدة .. ستقوم أم وائل بالسؤال عن ما يقلق المتصل(ة - للأسف معظهم من النساء).. ستذكر خوفها من أن زوجها يخون أو أنها لم تحمل بعد ... على العموم ستقوم أم وائل بالقراءة على   إبريق ماء لمدة لا تزيد عن خمس ثواني .. ثم تذكر للمتصلة أن زوجها طيب لا يخون .. وأن عليها قراءة سورة الواقعة و ألم نشرح .. وبالنسبة للحمل أنها بعد 45 يوماً ستحصل على ما تتمناه من حمل وخلافه&lt;br /&gt;ما أزعجني في الموضوع أنه من الواضح أن هذه المرأة تكسب من خلال بيع الأمال .. لما هذه الوحشية .. الأمل في بعض الأحيان يكون هو السبب الوحيد الذي يبقي الإنسان حياً .. فعندما يباع .. وعندما تحدد زمناً لتحققه فهي بهاذا تقتله&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;غفر الله لها وللدجالين من أمثالها .. ولمن يلجأ لهم .. وأبعدهم عن طريقنا يا رب!!ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will be translated ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-116957004833512434?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/116957004833512434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=116957004833512434&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116957004833512434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116957004833512434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='عندما يباع الأمل'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-116835368541837372</id><published>2007-01-09T17:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:41:25.470+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Sama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will happen to your e-mail when you die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it will die, I think e-mails would be too personal to be shared. My friend knew it before though, dont know if she remmberes it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you try once to give the password to someone? If yes, what kind of relation that you have with this person to trust him/her and give him/her the key of your secrets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yah my husband knew my password .. after a while I had to change it because I ticked on the wrong option of MSN loggin in automaticly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your famous nickname among your  Friends? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at school "Orange" because my cousin made my name sound like that in a funny way "I was mad!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;other wise, its a short form of my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your age?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon will turn 27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your horoscope?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a capricorn .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your qualifications?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bachelor of Business Admin, and yah a grduate from the university of life :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your character "personality"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me see what people say about me: I am serious, Extra Senstive and emotional, Stuborn, Lazy and wise "had to put something nice there otherwise you guys will hate me lool"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What travel means to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowledge about other countries, I like to learn how others live and learn about history .. I love history!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your time out of peak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usually lazy around watching tv or using the net ..or go out for nice meal .. and yah go to the movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you to purchase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Shoes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Perfumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Materials to make my own promode like stuff .. coz I dont get my size anywhere here in Oman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Features taken from your dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we love something, we die living for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Determination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Features taken from your mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love to help, but ofcourse I am nothing like her .. she is really an angel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most 6 things you hate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- People judging others without seeing the whole truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- People not caring about others feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Irresponsibilty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Un-honest people, those who who have two faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Snobs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most 6 things you love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- My husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- My Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- My country&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- My friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- My religion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Choclates :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What job means to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Success,  that I can see the fruits of my work infront of my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What computer and internet mean to you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, my other life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You would like to pass this tag to:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arabian Prince&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snooky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-116835368541837372?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/116835368541837372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=116835368541837372&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116835368541837372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116835368541837372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2007/01/tagged-by-sama.html' title='Tagged by Sama'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-116706715978062893</id><published>2006-12-25T21:01:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:19:19.826+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>الموت</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;كلما ذكرنا الموت .. سرت الهيبة في عروقنا .. وشعرنا بخوف يرعد فرائصنا .. ونستعيذ بالله .. ونطلب طولة العمر ... لكننا في الوقت نفسه نلعن الزمان .. ونذم ونتذمر من حياتنا كلما سنحت لنا الفرصة .. ما السبب الذي يجعلنا نخاف الموت؟ هل هو الإيمان بالحساب والعقاب؟ لا أظن .. فحتى من لا يؤمنون باليوم ىالأخر يخافونه ولا يريدون حدوثه .. هل هو الخوف من المجهول إذا؟ لأننا لا نعرف ماذا يحصل بعد الموت ولا أحد يستطيع إثبات أن ما نؤمن بحدوثه سوف يحصل .. يمر الموت في بالي كثيراً مؤخرأ خاصة عندما أستمع إلى نشيدة &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.islamway.com/several/172/03.rm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ليس الغريب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;حفظكم الله جميعاً&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Death, whenever we mention it and we get scared and start praying that it will not happen soon .. at the same time, we complain about how sad and boring our lives are .. whats the reason then that we fear death? is it because we beleive in afterlife and that we will get punished on what we do? but even those who dont beleive in afterlife are scared of death .. is it then because we dont know what will  happen? we are scared of the unknown?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Death thought come alot in my mind when I listen to the link above.. its about a person who is dieing and what happen after death ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May Allah Protect you all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-116706715978062893?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/116706715978062893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=116706715978062893&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116706715978062893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116706715978062893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='الموت'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-116619519930821910</id><published>2006-12-15T18:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T19:06:39.533+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.claybroadcastnetwork.homestead.com/files/Eyewitness/flu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 154px;" src="http://www.claybroadcastnetwork.homestead.com/files/Eyewitness/flu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Ok, the past week or so was very tiring. First I had a friend visiting me from brunei, so we had to take her out and make her see beatiful Oman. I went to places I've never been before like Jabal Shams. It was very cold up there .. and scary high!! But it was really fun. We also went to Suq Nizwa, Nakhal Fort, Nakhal Spring (Al Thawara) and Rustaq's Ain Al Kasfa. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;But then after that I had a very bad flu. I practicly stayed laying on the coach all day long not wanting to move an inch .. and once I was done, my husband got it too !! and aparantly all of Oman has it!! so our house is filled with panadol and cough syrups.. but we are fine now alhamdululah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, it rained heavly in Muscat .. and once it rains, all of oman's start flooding .. cars are pulled by the water and people get rescued by helicopters. And after the water goes, the roads are filled with Mud and dirt ... Muscat looks ugly .. it just makes you realise the massive work of the munciplity workers .. good bless them for keeping muscat clean at all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thats what was keeping me from updating .. I will come with a new "real" update soon inshallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23827669@N00/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(For pictures of my trip around and the mud in muscat, check my flickr account)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-116619519930821910?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/116619519930821910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=116619519930821910&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116619519930821910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116619519930821910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-past-week-or-so-was-very-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-116491497088715861</id><published>2006-11-30T23:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:32:46.993+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>المطر؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.i-esfera.com/fotos/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 147px;" src="http://www.i-esfera.com/fotos/rain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;في طريق عودتي من دولة الإمارات ورشات المطر تتقاذف على زجاج سيارتنا .. أخذت أفكر أنني في هذه اللحظة بالذات أتمنى أن يخف المطر .. حتى أصل إلى بيتنا بسلام .. ولكن عندما أصل إلى البيت سأعود أتمنى أن يرش المطر على المنطقة بأسرها متمنية أن يطول ويروي ما عطش من شمس الصيف الحارقة ..ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;ولكن أليس هذا تناقضاً من جهتي؟ أيمكن للمطر أن يحمل معاني عديدة وهو عبارة عن ماء بارد؟ للظمئان هو فرج وخير .. وللغريق هو نقمة من رب العالمين ؟!ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt; كل شيء في حياتنا يحمل حقيقتان .. حقيقة نرغب بها وحقيقة نبغضها .. ولكننا لا نختار متى تأتي الحقيقة التي نتبارك بها .. بل نتركها للأقدار لتقرر ما تقدمه .. ـ .. أهذا ما يعنيه القائلون بأن علينا النظر إلى الجزء الأخر من العملة المعدنية .. أن علينا أن نزن الأمور ليس كيفما نحب ولكن كيف تقف وتحصل في محيطنا .. المطر الذي تمنيت أن يتوقف .. قد يكون سبب حياة نبتة كانت في طريقها إلى الجفاف .. وفي نفس الوقت المطر الذي أسعد به وأنا أراقبه من زجاج نافذة بيتي قد يتسبب في حادث يجعل أحد الأمهات ثكلى!ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;قد تكون هذه حقيقة كلنا نعرفها .. ولكنا لا ندركها (أو على الأقل لا أدركها أنا)  إلا عندما نسرح في هذه التفاصيل الدقيقة التي تمر علينا في يومنا!ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;مبارك عليكم المطر جعله الله مطر خير وبركة إن شاء تعالى&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I will translate this soon inshallah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-116491497088715861?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/116491497088715861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=116491497088715861&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116491497088715861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116491497088715861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_30.html' title='المطر؟'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-116379148989847007</id><published>2006-11-17T22:55:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:25:01.253+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/101/294404539_76b2b40ec4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/101/294404539_76b2b40ec4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يمر يوم 18 نوقمبر وأود أن أكتب الأبيات والصفحات تغنياً بالوطن .. ولكن ما عساي أكتب؟ فكل ما أود التغني به قد كتب .. وستبدوا كلماتي صغيرة أمام أروع ما كتب حباًُ في الوطن .. ولكن هذا العشق الكبير لعمان وسماها ..لبحرها وهواها ..يدفعني إلى قول ما أشعر به .. لا إعلاناً مني لحب عمان .. فحبها في قلب أقدم من أن يعلن .. ولكن إرضاءً لقلبي المتيم بحبها والذي يأبى أن يمر اليوم دون كلمة أو حرف يكتبه .. فأقليها  مني  يا عمان.. كلماتي الناقصة .. الصادقة:ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;36 عام&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; تمضي وأنت في أمان .. وأنت تهنئين بسلطاننا الغالي .. الذي أعطاك عمره .. وها هو يراك .. عروس بهية .. تزهو بإنجازاتها .. تتقدمين بهدوء وثبات أمام الجميع .. وتقلوين أنا موجودة .. بهدوء شديد تقولينها .. تشعرين العالم بأنك واثقة .. وأنك قادرة ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;أمض يا عمان في طريقك .. ونحن معك .. دعائمك .. نتبع خطى أبانا .. ونستنير بوعده لك .. بأن عمان ستعود كما كانت&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the 18th of November comes, I wish I could write pages about my love to my land .. but what canI write? my words would seem so small infront of what others wrote .. however .. this love inside me refuse to stay hidden .. so please Oman, accept those small, honest words:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;36 years has passed and you are still safe .. and you are having our sultan by your side. Our Sultan that gave you his life ... and now he sees .. a beatiful bride .. happy to where it is now .. you come shyly and surly infront of everyone .. you sat you are here .. calmly you say it .. and you make everyone feels you are confident .. and that you are capable ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;go ahead Oman, and we are with you .. taking our father's step (the sultan) .. putting his promise infront of us .. that Oman will return like it was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-116379148989847007?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/116379148989847007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=116379148989847007&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116379148989847007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116379148989847007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/11/18.html' title=''/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-116325533837371385</id><published>2006-11-11T18:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T18:35:12.390+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>هل يعود الماضي؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;" &gt;وأنا أستمع إلى أغنية عبدالمجيد&lt;a href="http://song1.ozq8.com/music/gulf/saudi/abdelmajid/ram/abdelmajed10.ram"&gt; "ما بين بعينك"ـ&lt;/a&gt;  تجرني الأغنية إلى ذكريات قديمة تفرض حزناً على قلبي المكسور .. تصر تلك الذكريات أن تحيي الماضي الذي آثرت نسيانه .. ولكن كيف أنسى ما جعلني أنا اليوم؟ الذي جعلني أقوى وأقدر على فهم الحياة أكثر ..  ولكن وأنا أعود لتلك الذكريات يخطر ببالي سؤال .. هل حقاً يمكننا نسيان ألام الماضي مع الوقت؟ بالنسبة لي .. فأنا أتناساها وأحاول أن لا أعيدها من جديد .. ولكن لي صديقة تصر أن نعيد تلك الأيام .. أن تبقى غضبانة على الماضي !ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;سؤال أخر .. هل يمكن لحب دام سنوات أن ينسى مع الزمن؟ نقول نعم .. ولكن ماذا يحدث لتلك المشاعر التي كانت تعمر القلب؟ هل تتوجه للشخص الجديد أم أنها تبقى مكانها ساكنة تحاول الإختباء خلف زخم المشاعر الجديدة في القلب؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;سامحوني على هذه الفلسفة .. فقد حضرت قبل يومين عرس أعز صديقاتي .. وأخذ خيالي يعيدني إلى أيام الصبا والشباب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song above brings back lots of memories .. memories I try to forget but it force itself on me .. but how could I forget memories that made me? It made me stronger and able to understand life more .. but when I go back to those memoies a question pops in mind .. could we really forget the pain of the past with time?  I try to forget them .. but I have a friend who refuses to .. and keeps bringing back those memories ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another question .. can a love story that went for years be forgetten with time? we say yes .. but what happens to the feelings that once were there? do they get redirected to the new person .. or thet would stay dormant behind the other new feelings in the heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for going all philosphical .. I just attended one of my best friends wedding .. and my imagination took me back to the good ole days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-116325533837371385?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/116325533837371385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=116325533837371385&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116325533837371385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116325533837371385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='هل يعود الماضي؟'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-116306231174336185</id><published>2006-11-09T12:26:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:51:51.826+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Random Update</title><content type='html'>Ok I felt bad that I havent updated for some time, and my fans (ya right!!) cant wait to get an update from me :p .. so I decided to post a random update :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Omani Cap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised you guys to let you know of the updates .. well I didnt go ahead with it much .. I am slow and lazy :p&lt;br /&gt;here is a pic of where I am now:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/100/292904850_485353ea21.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/100/292904850_485353ea21.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Moving Offices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I movied offices .. since I am taking the place of another person who moved to a higher position.&lt;br /&gt;I moved offices because the place I will be in is quiter .. but I will really miss my old office :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/113/292904849_405f33851a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 183px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/113/292904849_405f33851a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my new office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/101/292904847_81553a7d17.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/101/292904847_81553a7d17.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Sorry, phone quality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, along with that I've been busy with family and friends .. and being lazy to update since I havent wrote anything recently .. so bare with me .. I will update soon inshallah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-116306231174336185?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/116306231174336185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=116306231174336185&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116306231174336185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116306231174336185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-update.html' title='Random Update'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-116196083752339104</id><published>2006-10-27T18:26:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T18:53:57.660+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>فرحة العيد.. أين ضاعت؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: tahoma; font-weight: bold;"&gt;العيد عيدالصغار .. كثيراً ما نسمع هذه العبارة ولم تستوقفني يوماً .. ربما لأني كنت من "الصغار" ..  وتمر السنين وأصبح من الكبار فأقتنع حقاً بتلك العبارة .. ـ&lt;br /&gt;في السابق كانت للعيد فرحة لا توصف .. كنا ننتظر العيد بفرحة كبيرة حتى نلبس ما خاطته لنا أنامل جدتي الغالية حفظها الله .. ونزهو بالحنة المنقشة التي نقشت وتركت في أيدينا لساعات حتى تجف، هذا ناهيك عن الحناء العمانية التي توضع في قاع القدم .. ويجب  أن ننام بأكياس تربط أقدامنا حتى نرى لونا يعشي الأبصار .. ونصبح باللعيد بنشاط لا متناهي .. نفطر بالعرسية والمقلاي . ثم نذهب لنسبح ونلبس ثيابنا الزاهية .. وننتظر أمي حتى تزيننا بالذهب و تعطرنا دهن العود  .. ثم نكون في أتم إستعداد لإستقبال العيد .. طبعا قبل ذلك نتأكد أن الحقيبة التي ستحفظ عيدياتنا جاهزة ..&lt;br /&gt;نذهب للسلام على جاراتنا .. وأذكر جارتنا شمسة بالتحديد .. فغالبا ما نجدها في المطبخ تجهز العرسية .. فنتذوق من عرسيتها و تعطينا الحلوى والعرسية ونصبح في أتم السعادة.&lt;br /&gt;ومن بعد مع الوالدة نذهب لزيارة الأهل والأقرباء ونذكر أمي بخالتي فلانة لأننا نعرف أن عيديتها كبيرة&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كانت أيام تحمل البراءة بين طياتها .. يوم نشعر بالفرح فيه مع زقزقة العصافير وأشعة الشمس ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الأن كبرنا .. وأصبع العيد مختلفاً .. لا يحمل تلك اللهفة ونلك الفرحة .. أصبح إلتزامات ومصاريف .. أصبح يوما يمضي نفرح فيه ولكن ليس بالطريقة نفسها التي كنا نفرح بها سابقاً&lt;br /&gt;لماذا؟ هل لأن العيد فعلاً عيد الصغار ؟ أم لأننا نسينا مع زخم الحياة المادية أن نترك مكاناً للفرح؟ أم لأننا (وهنا أخص المتزوجات منا) نغير تلك اللحظات والتفاصيل الصغيرة إلى لحظات أخرى ؟ فأنا مثلاً لا ألتقي مع أمي وأخواتي إلا ثاني يوم العيد ..  لا أنكر أنني إستمعت بلقاء الأقارب والأهل ولكن فرحة العيد البريئة لم تعد نفسها!ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Is eid for kids only?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I remmber how eid was very vibrant and happy before (when we were kids) .. we used to enojoy every detail of it.  The clothes, the food, the money and visiting family. Its not the same anymore .. eid became more of a responsibilty rather than something we enjoy.  Is it  because  Eid is really for kids? or because with the busyiness of life we started losing a place to have fun and be happy? or because we the married ones changed those details in eid. For example I dont meet my mom and sister except second day of eid.  I dont say that I didnt enjoy at all, but its not the same!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-116196083752339104?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/116196083752339104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=116196083752339104&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116196083752339104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116196083752339104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_27.html' title='فرحة العيد.. أين ضاعت؟'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-116137638431308646</id><published>2006-10-21T00:30:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:33:04.356+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jo3leaq.com/images/eid_card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://jo3leaq.com/images/eid_card.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;كل عام والأمة الإسلامية بخير وعافية&lt;br /&gt;أعاده الله علينا بالخير والبركات&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eid Mubarak everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-116137638431308646?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/116137638431308646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=116137638431308646&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116137638431308646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/116137638431308646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/10/eid-mubarak-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-116065224788736190</id><published>2006-10-12T15:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:24:07.950+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>القاموس العماني</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;وصلتني هذه الرسالة عن طريق البريد الإليكتروني .. أضحكتني كثيراَ فقلت أشارككم خاصة وأني لم أحدث مدونتي من فترة &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;الحروف الأبجدية&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;أ ب ت ث ج ح خ د ذ ر ز س ش ص ض ط ظ ع غ ف قاف&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;أحياناً كاف,ك ل م ن ه و&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;ي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;ملاحظه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;قد يتحول حرف الألف إلى حرف العين مثال&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;عرنب = أرنب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;عرض ( ولا اقصد عرض) بل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;أرض&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;والعرجنتين&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;وقد تزيد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;بساطة محدثك &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;أو دهوجيته) من سوء الوضع فقد يقول&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;العنجرتين&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; } &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;وهكذا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;الضمائر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;أنا و أني و&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;أنأ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;نته = أنت للمذكر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;نتيه = أنتِ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;للمؤنث&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;حنوه = نحن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;نتوه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;أنتم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;هُما = هم للمذكر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;هنا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;هن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;نتن { ولا أعني نتن بمعنى خايس ) = أنتن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;هوه : هو&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;هيه : هي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;مفردات منوعة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;هاعه = تفيد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;النفي وتعني &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-OM"&gt;(لا)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;مخرخش = تدل على الشخص المشاكس&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;رباش = مطرب إماراتي وتدل على الفوضى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;عفد = فعل أمر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;بمعنى أقحم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;حبابوه = جدي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;حبوه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;جدتي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;كشره&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;قمامة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;كرخه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;ضربه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;دوشق أو دوشج = فراش&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;درس = بيت البقر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;زريبه = بيت الأغنام&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;سلاه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;شوكة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;سقاط= سمسوم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;دقه بجمع = ضربة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;بكس&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;دحل = تقال لضربة توجه في الظهر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;حقه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;دجاجه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;حقمه = حمامه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;وا فقري = يا لمصيبتي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;غااااااوي = جميل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;وا سقمي = يا للقرف&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;فلوس= نقود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;طمطامة = غبي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;دهج = أحمق&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;دهيري&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;أرعن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;أبوووه = تفيد السخريه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;أنا وبعدني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;تفيد الإحساس بالنشامه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;كنديشن = مكيف الهواء&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;برايه = لا يهم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;متقمقم = تقال للشخص الذي يجلس في مكان&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;مرتفع وأيضاً للشخص الكثير&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;التذمر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;عرب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;رجال&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;يوه = ترددها النساء وتفيد الإستجابه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;والتلبيه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;وبعد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;كلمة  ديايه بمعني دجاجه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;وريال بمعني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;رجال&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;حركة السر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;إن إضافة حرف&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;الهاء في آخر الكلمة يعتبر من أهم تقنيات الهرجه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;العمانية&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;مثال&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;تخيل إنك مغيب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;بطاقة التيلفون مالك وجالس تسأل فلان وعلان&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;عنها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;فجأه يجيك واحد ويقولك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;هي هذي البطاقه بو تدورها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;؟؟؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;لالالالالالالالالالا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;بالتكتيك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;العماني في فن اللغه والتحدث فتكفي نظرة في&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;شكل متحدثك ويقول&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-weight: bold;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;بطاقتكه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-weight: bold;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ) =بطاقتك ايه)&lt;br /&gt;وهكذا توفر على نفسك الكثير من الوقت لإنجاز أعمال أخرى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I received this through e-mail and since I didnt update my blog for a while, I thought of sharing it.. its called "Omani dictionary" and its funny where it gives examples of how Omanis say things .. just a light laugh .. sorry I wont be able to translate it .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/92/255474656_5b485855e3_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/99/255474661_5e59e14435_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/99/255474661_5e59e14435_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS. Sorry some of them are not clear, and the quality is not good, all of them were taken from my hotel room :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115952049068096405?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115952049068096405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115952049068096405&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115952049068096405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115952049068096405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/09/makkah.html' title='Makkah'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115843153964774955</id><published>2006-09-16T22:17:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:32:19.950+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/1600/P7040012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/320/P7040012.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;حقاً إن الشوق لرؤياك بلغ أشده .. الشوق لأن أصلي هناك في روضة سيدنا محمد صلى الله عليه وسلم .. لأشعر وأنا بين صحابته .. وأحبابه .. ففي طيبة .. قوبل بالترحيب ..آثر أنصاره على أنفسهم إخوانهم المهاجرين&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ومشتاقة أيضاً إلى قبلتنا .. إلى بيت الله وكعبته ..إلى مقام إبراهيم  .. إلى الصلاة جماعتة مع مليون مسلم .. من كل الأجناس والأصول .. إلى سماحة الإسلام وسكونه ..ما زلت أذكر أول مرة وقعت عيني على بيت الله الحرام .. شعرت حينها أنني أحلم .. وأن هناك سحراً يجذبني إليها .. قبلة الإسلام&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;سأتوجه إلى العمرة نهاية هذا الأسبوع .. وحيث أن الإستعداد لها وتوديع الأهل والأصحاب في ذروته .. لا أظنني سأحدث المدونة إلا عند عودتي ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;أستسمحكم زواري عذراً إن أخطأت في حق أي منكم .. وأطلب المعذرة والسموحة  وتوصوني بشي؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I missing the land of the prophet, where the people who welcomed him and took the people of Makka as brothers .. I also miss Makka, the land where we pray heading to ..I miss praying with more than a million muslim in the same place .. people of different races and origions .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still remmber the first time I layed eyes on Makkah, the feeling is really magical!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will leave to Omrah end of this week, and since I would be busy saying goodbyes to family I dont think I will be able to post until then .. I just want to ask my visitors to forgive me if I ever wronged them .. and do you want anything from there? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115843153964774955?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115843153964774955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115843153964774955&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115843153964774955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115843153964774955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115783839110397653</id><published>2006-09-10T01:42:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:46:31.116+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>القمر الغائب؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;خطوت خطوات خجلة نحو القمر .. مترددة .. أعرف أن ما سألقاه هي نظرات عتاب منه .. نظرات تجعلني أشعر بالخجل أنني لم مر عليه منذ فترة .. تقدمت أبحث عنه .. رأيت السحب السوداء تحيط به .. ناديت ولم يجب .. شعرت بألم يعتصر أحشائي .. صديقي القمر .. أين أنت؟ .. لما كل هذا الفتور والبرود .. لماذا أشعر وكأنك تبعدني عنك؟؟ ما الذي حصل .. شعرت بضياع شديد .. شعرت بالوحدة .. تعاظمت الهموم التي جئت أبثها له .. بل أظنني نسيت همومي الأخرى .. واهتممت بابتعاد صديقي الوحيد .. بدأت دموعي بالانهمار .. بدأت تنساب بدفء على خدي البارد .. مع دموعي أدركت أن للقمر مكانة خاصة .. قد لا تكون الأولى في القلب ولكنها حتماً غالية .. وأن بإبتعاده عني أشعر بالضياع .. بالحيرة فيمن أكون وما ذا علي أن أقول .. صحت أنادي القمر .. عله يسمعني .. لا أظنه يسمعني .. فكأنني أراه ابتعد إلى بلاد بعيدة ..  أتخالونه يعود؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Moon is away&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I stepped slowly towards the moon, hesitant .. I know that I would have to face some blaming looks from him, looks that would make me feel ashamed that I did not visit him for a while .. I came forward looking for him .. but I saw black clouds around him.. I called .. he didn’t answer .. I felt pain in my stomach .. my friend .. the moon .. where are you?? Why are you cold?? Why am I feeling that you are pushing me away?? What happened?? .. I felt lost .. I felt lonely .. the worried and problems I came to tell the moon became bigger .. I think I forgot those worries and started worrying about him being away .. my only friend .. my tears started dropping .. I felt my hot teats dropping slowly in my cold cheek .. and with my tears I realized that the Moon has a special place in my heart .. it might not the primer place, but a special one nevertheless .. and when he goes away I feel lost .. I feel confused of who am I and what should I say… I shouted calling the moon again .. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe he would hear me ? .. I don’t think so .. I feel he has left to a very far land .. do you think he will come back?&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115783839110397653?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115783839110397653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115783839110397653&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115783839110397653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115783839110397653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_10.html' title='القمر الغائب؟'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115782597228020677</id><published>2006-09-09T22:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:50:39.236+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>الأيام الحلوة</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ما أشعره حالياً هو كما في الأغنية&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://music.6arab.com/ehaab..el-ayaam-el7elwa.ram"&gt;الايام الحلوة&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song (above) is how I feel right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Translation of the song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good days go in seconds, the good days never comes back ..&lt;br /&gt;The taste of love has changed, the time of happiness is short&lt;br /&gt;The longest moment of love &amp;amp; honesty is short&lt;br /&gt;The sweet becomes bitter, and the wound gets repeated&lt;br /&gt;We hurt, and become cruel and our mistake is justified&lt;br /&gt;We say farewell to the one we love, and we lose what's in our hands&lt;br /&gt;We remember who forgets us and we cheat who wants us.&lt;br /&gt;We are not friends in hardship, and we are not close during tears.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is absent from your sadness, hurt and wounds&lt;br /&gt;The love thread is loosened, the taste of injustice makes you old&lt;br /&gt;Its shameful to be kind and honest in these days&lt;br /&gt;we distort the meaning of love, and we shut the voice of right&lt;br /&gt;the one who kill is in our heart, and we are just with the one who hurt us&lt;br /&gt;The days go by, it has boats sailing. Some in lost boats and some in confused ones.&lt;br /&gt;Some people's sorrows are strong, and some people's roads are far&lt;br /&gt;Some whenever  their tear dries, another tear comes ..&lt;br /&gt;On the peak of our sadness and sorrows, we let each other down&lt;br /&gt;and this is our story, and this our tale .. and this is our life&lt;/span&gt; .. Me and you!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115782597228020677?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115782597228020677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115782597228020677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115782597228020677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115782597228020677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='الأيام الحلوة'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115747524407684590</id><published>2006-09-05T20:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:41:27.640+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Brunei</title><content type='html'>Well, I was asked by my friends to write a post about brunie (actually it was Malaysia, but well they are just their next door neighbors ;) ) ..  I've been thinking since morning what should I write about Brunei?! How can I write a place where I ended my adolescent and entered my adulthood in one post? How can I explain why I love brunei .. When what I love is not the place, and the buildings, but mostly my memories that are lying there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is Brunei? ofcourse you guys must know its the other Sultanate (Oman and Brunei are the only two). Its a small country in Borneo next to Malaysia and Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I went there? Well Luck .. or actually I did not study well to get a scholarship to UK  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is Brunei? Well its a small country .. the time I was there it wasn't really busy and or full exciting things to do.. we were bored lots of the time (mostly because we didn't have a reliable means of transportation) but it lead us to spend most of our time together with our friends .. this lead me to miss and love brunei even more because its where I last saw my friends !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunians are quite and a bit reserved .. we had a bit of trouble at first getting close to them, but by time I managed to make good friends ! we are still in contact and last time I visited I met one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you really want to know about brunei? like I said there are lots to talk about .. just ask and I'd answer ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is my faculty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iec-brunei.com/IEC_photos_and_images/UBD_photos_and_images/ubd_pdg_central_lecture.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://iec-brunei.com/IEC_photos_and_images/UBD_photos_and_images/ubd_pdg_central_lecture.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole University:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pusat-sejarah.gov.bn/layout/pic-peristiwa-ubd-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.pusat-sejarah.gov.bn/layout/pic-peristiwa-ubd-b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't be happy about those bushes around, the have snakes in them .. I've seen one!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Water Village from /www.wikimapia.org/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/1600/water%20village2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/320/water%20village2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115747524407684590?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115747524407684590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115747524407684590&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115747524407684590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115747524407684590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/09/brunei.html' title='Brunei'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115720603099902845</id><published>2006-09-02T17:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T18:07:11.820+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>I hate Goodbyes!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes I hate them very much! And it has been following me for a while now ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was goodbyes to my family and my life in Oman when I had to travel for studies .. It was very hard especially the first year .. I remmber clearly that after the end of first year's summer  I was really dragging myself to leave .. I was very depressed then..  Especially at the year I had to say goodbye to my dear Singaporean friend .. She was our support then ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I started having fun, and enjoying my time there .. The four years passed quickly and I had to say goodbye again.. This time a bigger goodbye since I had to leave all my memories behind .. My friends who I would never forget, and every little memory that lies here and there .. From the road I take to uni .. To the small cafeteria that I have my afternoon tea in with all my friends .. and yah to the Malaysian bookshop owner who thought me and my husband were brothers and sisters :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated good bye even more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started working, and I thought .. Ok now the goodbyes would be less .. I would not be attached to people much and if they had to leave I will not feel it .. but its happened again ..Today,  I had to say goodbye to a colleague who worked with us for around a year and half .. and I mean really worked with us .. we went through lots of discussions, stressful times and hard work. I really feel that he will be missed around ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with goodbyes is people always say they will keep contact ..but then they don't .. they would write every other while .. something I don't like ..  I like to feel that I can count as my friend as a friend .. when I miss them, I don't feel awkward to call them up and say that I miss them .. but it doesn't always happen .. Oh well :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I REALLY REALLY REALLY hate goodbyes :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115720603099902845?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115720603099902845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115720603099902845&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115720603099902845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115720603099902845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-goodbyes.html' title='I hate Goodbyes!!!!'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115701461506346855</id><published>2006-08-31T12:27:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T12:56:55.093+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>عندما تفارقني الكتابة..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.squeep.com/%7Efek/misc/sepia-backgrounds/writing-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.squeep.com/%7Efek/misc/sepia-backgrounds/writing-2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="AR-OM"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="AR-OM"&gt;مذ غبت لم يعد الكلام كلاما .. أوراق خربشتي غدت أكواما&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="AR-OM"&gt;مذ غبت غادرت الكتابة شرفتي .. وأنا وشعري في الغرام قداما&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="AR-OM"&gt;والأبجدية قد توقف قلبها .. وتعطلت لغة الكلام تماما&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="AR-OM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;مذ غبت لم أبه لعمر مرة ..أيزيد عاما أم سينقص عاما!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;أبيات صادفتها في إحدى المجلات من زمن.. لا أعرف كاتبها ولكنها أعجبتني كثيرا&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since you left, the words are not words anymore, my scraping papers increased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;since you left writing has left my balcony, and me and poetry are old in this field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the ABC's heart has stopped, and the language of talking has stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;since you left I didn't care about my age, whether it will increase one year or it will lose one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is an old poem I saw in one of the magazines long back, I loved it so much and since I have nothing to update my blog with I chose to share it with you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115701461506346855?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115701461506346855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115701461506346855&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115701461506346855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115701461506346855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_31.html' title='عندما تفارقني الكتابة..'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115628463620438423</id><published>2006-08-23T02:07:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T16:52:50.273+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>من أكون.. تساؤلات</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;من أكون .. أتسائل كثيرا عن هويتي .. عن ما يرسم خريطتي ، أحاول أن أحدد حدود تلك الخريطة في أكثر من مجال في محاولة مني أن أقترب من الإجابة .. ولكنني كلما حاولت التحديد كلما رأيتني أبتعد أكثر عن الإجابة!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أحياناً أحاول أن أصنف نفسي سياسياً ، هل أنا وطنية مثل ما أقول، هل أنا أعشق تراب هذا الوطن بكل ذراته؟ أم أنها محاولة مني للإنتماء؟ لأني إن لم أنتمي ضعت؟ هل قدمت لهذا الوطن ما يستحقه أم أنها مجرد شعارات لن تتحقق؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وأصنفها إجتماعياً ، هل أنا ناجحة إجتماعياً وممكن أن أفخر بمن من أكون؟ علاقتي بمن هم حولي هل هي علاقة وطيدة أم أنها مجرد محاولة لإخفاء شعور عميق بالوحدة؟ هذه الوحدة التي أصبحت تلازمني مهما زاد عدد أصدقائي ومعارفي! ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وعندما أبدأ تصنيفها في مجال العاطفة أبدأ فعلاً بالضياع، فهنا حقاً تختلط المشاعر بين حب وغضب وغيرة وسعادة و حزن .. هنا لا أستطيع أبداً تحديد من أكون فهنا تكون المشاعر جياشة والبحار هائجة .. هنا عندما أستسلم وأعترف لنفسي أنني مجرد إمرأة تملكها عاطفتها ، إمرأة تبحث عن ميناء تسكن فيه لتعرف إلى أين تتوجه.ـ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who Am I? .. Questions!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who am I? I ask a lot about my identity .. About what draws my map. I try to draw that map in different areas maybe I'd manage to get the answer .. But whenever I try to draw the lines on the map, I start to divert away from the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I started defining myself politically, I start asking .. Am as patriot as I claim to be? Do I really love the sand of my land? Or its a way for me to belong? Because if I don't belong I get lost? Did I give my country what it deserve or I am just voicing out what I don't do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I start defining myself socially, I start asking if I am really successful socially? Is the relation with those around me as strong as I think or its a way to hide a feeling of loneliness? This loneliness that refuses to go no matter what's the number of friends I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and when I start defining it emotionally I really start to get lost. Here the feeling of love, rage, jealousy and happiness all get mixed up. Here I really cant decide who I am because the tides are really big. Here I start to surrender and admit to myself that I am just an emotional woman, where feeling controls me. A woman that searches for a port to settle in so she could know where she is heading to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115628463620438423?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115628463620438423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115628463620438423&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115628463620438423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115628463620438423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_23.html' title='من أكون.. تساؤلات'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115575971509213825</id><published>2006-08-16T23:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:25:29.546+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Tagged by sama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;ـ&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ــ هل أنت راض عن مدونتك شكلاً وموضوعاً؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Are you happy with your blog, the template and what you write?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all, I was not intending for this blog to get personal .. but being me, I cant not express what I feel .. so from time to another a personal post would slip. Plus, I wish if I can practice more writing through this blog, but I am taking the easy route out :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ـــ هل تعلم أسرتك الصغيرة بأمر مدونتك؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Does your family know about your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bros and sisters know, but they are not intrested and they dont read. My dad once saw me posting in my blog and he was amazed I have a site of my own (he doesnt know its stolen) but he doesnt know the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ـــ هل تجد حرجاً فى أن تُخبر صديقاً عن مدونتك؟ هل تعتبرها أمرا خاصا بك؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Are you embarassed to tell a friend about your blog? or do you consider it something personal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not embarassed, and I would love it if my friends are intrested on blogs and internet .. but most of my offline friends are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ـــ هل تسببت المدونات بتغيير إيجابي لأفكارك؟ أعطني مثال فى حالة الإجابة بــ نعم&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Did blogs brought a postive impact on your thoughts? If the answer is yes, give examples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it opened my eyes to the world more.. an example is the recent lebenon war. I read blogs of different people and thier thoughts on the war. Without blogs, I would be only watching tv which doesnt always say what people really think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ـــ هل تكتفي بفتح صفحات من يعقبون بردود فى مدونتك أم تسعى لاكتشاف المزيد؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Do you only visit blogs that visit you or do you explore other blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to explore .. when I see a good reply in one of the blogs I already visit, I would go check it out .. and usually it turns out as a good blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ـــ ماذا يعنى لك عداد الزوار... هل تهتم بوضعه فى مدونتك؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;What the does visitor count mean to you? and do you think its important to put it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am more intrested on who is online, and the satatistics on visitors. It just intresting to know how many people out there are intrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ـــ هل حاولت تخيل شكل أصدقائك المدونين؟ اعترف&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Do you try t0 picture your friends in blogs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofourse, I cant communicate with a person (whatever the way is) without picturing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ـــ هل ترى فائدة حقيقية للتدوين؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Do you see a real benefit from blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal level, I think it helps me experess myself .. I am a person who cant live without expressing myself in writing ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a general level, it makes you see how real people are .. you see people from different country being who they are .. the freedom they have in bloging makes them more relaxed to express what they thing and how they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ـــ هل تشعر أن مجتمع المدونين مجتمع منفصل عن العالم المحيط بك أم متفاعل مع الأحداث؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Do you thing that the blogging society is an isolated society or it reflects whats happening around us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its not isolated at all .. yes we are isolated from the communicating in real life, but I think what makes you beleive they interact with thier enviroment is that express world news. How many people blogged about lebenon? if it was isolated we would only find lebenese blogging about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ـــ هل يزعجك وجود نقد بمدونتك ؟ أم تشعر انه ظاهرة صحية؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Are you bothered with criticisim? or you feel its healthy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love criticism if it was objective .. Discuss idea not people who write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ـــ هل تخاف من بعض المدونات السياسية وتتحاشاها؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Are you scared of Political Blogs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, but I realised I dont know enough about politics to discuss it .. so I try to be away ,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ـــ هل صدمك اعتقال بعض المدونين؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Were you shocked by the arrest of some bloggers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, I think bloggers are like anyone else .. you should know your limits and the way to discuss things .. if you discuss them with the wrong attitude, you will get arrested .. if you start insulting this and that you will get arrested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ـــ هل فكرت فى مصير مدونتك حال وفاتك؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Did you think of what will happen to this blog when you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a friend to annouce my death in the blog .. so yah I did think about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ـــ آخر سؤال : تحب تسمع أغنية إيه- بلاش صيغة آمال فهمي دى - ما الأغنية التي تحب وضع اللينك الخاص بها في مدونتك؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Whats the song you would like to link it to this blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I linked once Soutun lilnahdha ..its a song about Oman .. but I think the song that will fit this blog would "majmo3at insan - collection of a human being"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ــ اكتب أسماء خمسة مدونين ليقوموا بهذا الاستقصاء بعدك&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Who would you like to pass it to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lym&lt;br /&gt;Raed&lt;br /&gt;Qatar Cat&lt;br /&gt;Nami&lt;br /&gt;Balqees&lt;br /&gt;Noblese&lt;br /&gt;Jeff (since sama wrote hers in arabic ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115575971509213825?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115575971509213825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115575971509213825&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115575971509213825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115575971509213825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/08/tagged-by-sama.html' title='Tagged by sama'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115487305453135291</id><published>2006-08-06T17:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T18:04:14.636+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>خزعبلات حالمة</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fairy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 186px;" src="http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/f/fairy1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;عندما نمسك بخيط الأمل الضعيف، ونحاول بكل قوة أن نطير معه إلى عالم تكون أمانينا حقيقة ، وعندما نحاول أن نقنع أنفسنا بأن حلم بعيد المنال هو في  طريقه ليصبح حقيقة .. هل نخدع نفسنا أم اننا نحاول أن نعيش أيام بعيدة عن الهموم؟  صوت الواقعية بداخلي يدعوني للتريث، يدعوني إلى أخذ الأمر بهدوء حتى لا أرتطم بقوة على أرض الواقع .. ولكنني سأمت سماع صوت الواقعية .. سأمت تحذيرها .. أريد ولو لأيام أن أعيش الحلم بكامله .. أن أصدقه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;ماذا تقولون؟ هل الأسلم أن أمشي على الأرض (أستند على الحيط؟) أم أترك لأحلامي الحرية لتأخذني حيث تريد؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hold on to the thin thread of hope, and  try to  fly with it to where our dreams are  reality, and when we try to  convince  ourself that a far dream is close to happen .. are we fooling ourselves our we are trying to live a worry free life?  the reality voice in me asks me to to take small stems so I wont fall hard on the ground .. but I am bored of reality .. I am bored of its warnings. I want at least for days to live the dream at its fulliest. I want to beleive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say? is it better to walk on earth (and hold the wall)? or to give my dreams the freedom to take me where it wants?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115487305453135291?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115487305453135291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115487305453135291&amp;isPopup=true' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115487305453135291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115487305453135291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_06.html' title='خزعبلات حالمة'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115454836137425465</id><published>2006-08-02T23:28:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:52:46.076+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>خمس سنوات .. من الحب</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mokume.com/images/sterpallanilg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 153px;" src="http://www.mokume.com/images/sterpallanilg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أخذت قراراُ أن أنمق مقالة عن خمس سنوات من الحب ، أعبر فيها عن فرحتي لإكتمال خمس سنوات من يوم زواجي (الملكة) ، لكني لم أستطع، فكلما حاولت الكتابة أخرج بحروف وجمل لا تصف ما أشعر به ، فقررت أن أترك القلم يكتب .. وأنا أقرأ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;زوجي العزيز&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;مرت خمس سنوات على أول يوم تقلني بسيارتك،  على أول يوم أقابل فيها والديك وجدتك وأخوانك، خمس سنوات وأنا أعزهم كإخواني الأن،  سنوات مرت بحلوها ومرها ، بدموعها وضحكاتها ، ولم ألقى منك إلى كل الخير ، كنت الزوج والصديق والمعين في أوقات الأزمات، لم تجعل إنضمامك إلى عائلتي صعباً وأشعرت الجميع أنك منهم وفيهم &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;قد لا أعرف تسطير الكلمات، وتنكيقها ، ولكن أريد أن أعلمك أن ما أكنه لك من حب عميق لن يتغير مهما مرت السنين .. وأنني أحمد الله دوماً أنني رزقت بزوج عطوف حنون مثلك&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;أحبك&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;من كل قلبي وأكثر &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;زوجتك&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Today, I've completed 5 years from my marraige (the offical one which we call malka), I wrote a letter to my husband telling him how much I am blessed to have him by my side. I tried writing this post many times but everytime I try I am not satisfied with it and I dont think it expresses  enough what I feel. He  has been  my husband, my best friend and my supporter in times of need. I Have great love for him that inshallah will never go no matter how long. Its nothing I would call good, but I couldnt let the day without writing something about it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115454836137425465?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115454836137425465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115454836137425465&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115454836137425465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115454836137425465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='خمس سنوات .. من الحب'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115398211952979809</id><published>2006-07-27T10:31:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:11:53.060+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='وأنا لي رأي'/><title type='text'>Bloggers Day against aggression in ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/761/2559/1600/lebnon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/761/2559/1600/lebnon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كلنا مع لبنان وفلسطين ضد إسرائيل والمحتلين&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We are with Lebanon and Palestine against Israel and occupiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nous sommes avec tous le Liban et la Palestine contre l’Israel et les occupants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Alle wir sind mit dem Libanon und Palästina gegen Israel und &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Besatzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Somos todos con Líbano y Palestina contra Israel e inquilinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;我们都是同黎巴嫩和巴勒斯坦对以色列占领者&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;私達はイスラエル共和国および占有者に対してレバノンおよびパレスチナとのすべてである &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                                                             &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115398211952979809?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115398211952979809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115398211952979809&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115398211952979809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115398211952979809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/07/bloggers-day-against-aggression-in-me.html' title='Bloggers Day against aggression in ME'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115358271059254311</id><published>2006-07-22T19:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T19:39:35.146+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>أطلب مشاركتكم</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/1600/alwatan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/200/alwatan.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Click to view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;رواد مدونتي الأعزاء &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;لي طلب بسيط واتمنى أن لا تردوني فيه .. الصورة توضح مسابقة تعدها الوطن للإبداع الفكري بمناسبة مسقط عاصمة للثقافة .. فكرت المشاركة بإحدى القصص التي كتبتها .. وبما أني أعتبر قصصي كأولادي لا أستطيع تفضيل واحدة على أخرى .. أدعوكم لزيارة مدونتي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ibti-stories.blogspot.com"&gt;http://ibti-stories.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;وإختيار قصة واحدة وكتباة إختياركم في صفحة التعليقات هنا .. وسوف أشارك بالقصة التي يفضلها الأغلبية&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;مشكورييييييييييييييييييين &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(My english readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There a story writing competiton that is arranged by one newspaper here, and I asked the readers of this blog to choose from my other blog one story and I will enter the competeion with the most voted story. ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115358271059254311?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115358271059254311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115358271059254311&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115358271059254311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115358271059254311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_22.html' title='أطلب مشاركتكم'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115358116417867158</id><published>2006-07-22T18:54:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T19:12:44.293+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Its intresting how when you are away from the news and the world around you, you feel as if everything is alright .. all the wars and the problems that are in the world have ended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the village last two days, and since we dont have a tv in our house there.. I did not hear about whats going around and I forgot even for a little while whats happening in Lebenon and Palastine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting with my husband's grandma there, and there was a newspaper with a pic showing a city in lebenon being bombed. So I told her, look at this picture there is a war in lebenon. She started asking and then all of a sudden started crying thinking about the kids and the mothers being killed. She started praying for them to be safe and end this fast. Amen to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess many times, ignorance is a bliss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed this visit, I guess I am less emoitional now .. Tommorow is first day at work .. I want more holidaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/bergalad/crying_smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 51px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px" height="53" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/bergalad/crying_smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115358116417867158?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115358116417867158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115358116417867158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115358116417867158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115358116417867158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115294107301052588</id><published>2006-07-15T09:04:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T09:24:33.053+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='وأنا لي رأي'/><title type='text'>May Allah give them Victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/1600/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%20%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 173px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/320/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%20%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  (Allah Akbbar, Allah is the greatest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am trying to comprehend whats happening, and what Israel is doing but I cant. Its just too much, its so brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise to myself some time back not to talk about politics because its just so disgusting. You never can make up whats true and whats just a lie especially with the media thats existed today. But my Muslim and Arabic blood has been really boiling since yesterday. I cant watch tv and not react. Its just wrong what Israel is doing.&lt;br /&gt;The logic they have, HezbAllah took two soldiers so we would take the whole of lebenon ? Is it just crazy or I dont understand the current logic anymore?&lt;br /&gt;or its that any Israeli Zinoist blood is much more important than any Arab Blood? they could die, the world doesnt need them .. but oh god forbid, an Israli cant be killed .. the world should go upside down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I dont understand this logic, and because I realise that the time to use logic and diplomatic has gone. and because its enough how much we have bowed our heads down and they continue to kill and destory, I give my full support to HezboAllah. I just pray they know what they are doing and they would show Israel a lesson it wont forget.  May Allah give them victory... Ameen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115294107301052588?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115294107301052588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115294107301052588&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115294107301052588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115294107301052588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/07/may-allah-give-them-victory.html' title='May Allah give them Victory'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115260586484061115</id><published>2006-07-11T11:05:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:21:44.273+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Holiday Report :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now that I am finally back, I think its time to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; let the people who have been visiting this blog regularly and make me draw a smile whenever I check my blog. Special thanks are to Jeff (for leaving your footprints), Sama and Nash&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I will report on my holiday according to the places I visited because its easier to remember this way. I will try to include pictures of the places whenever I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Glasgow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Glasgow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; has the mixture of modernity along with old buildings and atmosphere. It’s a wonderful city and according to everyone it’s the best place to shop (and shopping is important for women! :p ). The best street to shop in is called (Buchanan Street, or how my cousin calls it Bu kan3an an arabic name :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Weather there is quite cold. It rained the few days we were there and I forgot to bring a heavy jacket with me so I suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;ed a week without something heavy until I decided I should buy a shawl. It was a good change though from the heat of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Muscat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;My cousin’s graduation was in a week time, so until then we took the chance to visit other places in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/1600/P6160005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 155px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/200/P6160005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;                                                                 Princess Square ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/46/187141556_460f8c736b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/187141556_460f8c736b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;                                                                                                                           Bu Kan3an Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Edinburgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;My cousin took us to there .. Its an old city with a lot of history in it. Its very interesting to see old and modern get along together very well. We visited Camera obscurer. It’s a number of mirrors reflecting the city and apparently the guy who built it used to spy on the city by it .. it was fun &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We also got a &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;drawing by a caricature artist in the street .. people started stopping by and laughing when we were being drawn .. it was fun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;One thing that was very impressive there is the central mosque .. it is clean and very well maintained. Even cleaner than many mosques here in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Oman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/71/187141557_7d008f610f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 283px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/71/187141557_7d008f610f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scottish Romance :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/78/187141558_c71adbc0ac.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/78/187141558_c71adbc0ac.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/59/187154772_862c8d591b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/59/187154772_862c8d591b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Guess who?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Leicester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We drove to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Leicester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Glasgow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;. It was such a good experience especially with had the company of a GPS lady. It was fun making fun of her but she got us good. Instead of a 5 hours drive we took around 7 hours to reach there. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Leicester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; is a small town. The good thing is that there are a big Muslim community here which makes it easier to find halal meat. My relative who lives here tells me she its very comfortable to live there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Towers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Now here where the fun is. We went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; towers theme park and it was FUN! We went on all the scary rides and got to scream all the stress away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; .. it was such a nice place to visit for a day but I wouldn’t want to live there. We took the tour bus which took us to all the places in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;. We also visited Madame Taussade &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;museum and we met all the celebrity there. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They also have the Live Seriall killers section .. oh god that was something. You walk in a dark corridor and you get people with blood and cuts on their face coming to you and screaming at you . I was just screaming and holding tight to my husband. I was really really frightened even when I knew they were faking it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Then we went to oxford street and we met the arab community there. Its funny that every step you take you will find an arab .. its like you are in an arab country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/76/187141559_6698031709.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/76/187141559_6698031709.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Beatles                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/44/187141560_55633da0fb.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 152px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/44/187141560_55633da0fb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;London Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Nottingham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We visited the city center in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Nottingham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;. I liked the city. Its spacious and organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;My husband insisted on visiting Robin hood place coz he liked him so much as a kid.. it was a good place but I think kids would have enjoyed it more .. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Portsmouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I have lots of memories in this city. I first visited it when I was 8 years old since my dad had a course in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; and we have family there so we went to stay with them. I went on remembering the places I went and interesting that my memory did not fail me much. The funny part is that I found lots of things smaller than before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The road we used to take to go to the shop is shorter. But the buildings and the area around it is still the same. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Geneva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ( Swiss. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It’s a small city by the lake. This is as simple as it could be. But its lovely with good shopping to do in it. Its also like the movies, every corner you go through you would find music and you would start wondering where is the music from. It’s a musicians playing in one of the corners. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We went to see the snow in a mountain called Zermat. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The top hill is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Matterhorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;. Its funny how down the sun is burning hot but when you go up the snow is still there!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/73/187144157_cad4269c31.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/73/187144157_cad4269c31.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/73/187144157_cad4269c31.jpg?v=0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/69/187141561_340cc4f2f3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/69/187141561_340cc4f2f3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Snow in Summer!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/74/187144156_574d4a1482.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/74/187144156_574d4a1482.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Oman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;And finally we came back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Oman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; .. I really enjoyed my trip and though it was hectic at times, moving from one place to another but I guess that what made it fun. But Alhamdulilah I am back to beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Oman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; that I missed so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115260586484061115?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115260586484061115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115260586484061115&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115260586484061115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115260586484061115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/07/holiday-report.html' title='Holiday Report :)'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115242540537805137</id><published>2006-07-09T09:55:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:27:22.433+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;أعرف أنني تأخرت في كتابة أي شيء جديد .. ولكن كون الجديد قد يتأخر قليلا .. أحببت أن أشارككم هذه القصيدة النثرية الجميلة لنزار قباني:ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:tahoma;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ماذا أقول له لو جاء يسألني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;إن كنت أكرهه أو كنت أهواه؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;ماذا أقول إذا راحت أصابعه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;تلملم الليل عن شعري وترعاه؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;غدا إذا جاء ..أعطيه كل رسائله&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;ونطعم النار أحلى ماكتبناه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;حبيبتي ! هل أنا حقا حبيبته؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;وهل أصدق بعد الهجر دعواه؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;أما انتهت من سنين قصتي معه؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;ألم تمت كخيوط الشمس ذكراه؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;أما كسرنا كؤوس الحب من زمن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;فكيف نبكي على كأس كسرناه؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;رباه أشياءه الصغرى تعذبني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;فكيف أنجو من الأشياء أواه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;أحبه لست أدري ما أحب به&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;حتى خطاياه ما عادت خطاياه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;الحب في الأرض بعض من تخيلنا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;لو لم نجده عليها .. لاخترعناه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;ماذا أقول له لو جاء يسألني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" dir="rtl"  lang="AR-SA"&gt;إن كنت أهواه&lt;br /&gt;إني ألف أهواه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;span dir="rtl" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" lang="AR-SA"&gt;نزار قباني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;" align="center"&gt;أحب البيت المميز باللون الأحمر .. فكثيراً ما يحصل .. نتخيل الحب كما نريد وليس كما هو في الحقيقة&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a Nizar Qabani Poem. Nizar is a syrian poet who is famous with contemprary arabic love poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What should I tell him if he came asking me,&lt;br /&gt;If I hated him or loved him?&lt;br /&gt;What would I say if his fingers&lt;br /&gt;went tiding the night in my hair?&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow when he comes, I will give him all his letters&lt;br /&gt;and we will feed the fire the best of what we wrote&lt;br /&gt;His Love, is it true I am his love?&lt;br /&gt;and do I beleive after leaving me his calling?&lt;br /&gt;Didnt my story end years back?&lt;br /&gt;Didnt his memory died like sun light?&lt;br /&gt;Didnt we break the love glasses long back,&lt;br /&gt;how can we cry for a glass we broke?&lt;br /&gt;God, his little things touture me&lt;br /&gt;Oh how can I survive those things&lt;br /&gt;I love, I dont know what I love in him&lt;br /&gt;Even his mistakes are not his anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love in this earth is a bit of our imganiation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If we did not find it that way, we would have invented&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;What should I say if he came asking me&lt;br /&gt;If I loved him?&lt;br /&gt;I thousend times love him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="tahoma" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I just love the part in red, its so true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="tahoma" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115242540537805137?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115242540537805137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115242540537805137&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115242540537805137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115242540537805137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115003683573532448</id><published>2006-06-11T18:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T18:40:35.736+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wally.wa.funpic.de/4images/data/media/19/goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 302px;" src="http://wally.wa.funpic.de/4images/data/media/19/goodbye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be traveling end of this week. I will be away for a month. I don't know if I will be able to access the net or not. If I can, I will make sure I would post a short note because I know you would miss me (too confident ha! ). Pray that I enjoy this trip because I have been waiting for it so long :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Arabian princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115003683573532448?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115003683573532448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115003683573532448&amp;isPopup=true' title='69 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115003683573532448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115003683573532448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/06/dear-readers-i-will-be-traveling-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>69</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-115003474891410683</id><published>2006-06-11T17:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T18:38:59.463+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been passed this tag by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://layal7.blogspot.com/"&gt;Layal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Its in Arabic, but since I have loyal english readers I answer in both languages)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;افتح أقرب كتاب إليك، على الصّفحة 18، السّطر 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Open the closest book to you, page 18 line 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كتاب: ديوان إليا أبو ماضي&lt;br /&gt;book: Eliya Abu Madhi Book&lt;br /&gt;Written:&lt;br /&gt;صبوراً على أحكامها وإن ساءته، محباً للحرية ، هاجر مراراً إلى القطر المصري&lt;br /&gt;Patient on its rules even if he hated it, loves freedom. He migrated many times to Egypt&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;باستثناء صوت الكومبيوتر، أيّ صوتٍ تسمع؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beside the comp, what sound do you hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أغنية عالي مستواه&lt;br /&gt;A song called 3aly Mistiwa&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;متى خرجت من المنزل للمرّة الأخيرة؟ ماذا كنت تفعل؟&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you left home, what were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;اليوم -ذاهبة للعمل&lt;br /&gt;Today, to work.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;أيّ موقعٍ كنت تتصفّح؟&lt;br /&gt;Which site were you visiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;www.englishsabla.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;متى آخر مرّة ضحكت؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you laughed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;اليوم في العمل .. مرات عديدة ولكني أتوقع أن أضحك كثيراً الليلة حيث سأقابل صديقات الدراسة&lt;br /&gt;Today at work, many times. I expect to laugh today alot coz I am meeting school friends :)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ماذا فوق جدران الغرفة حيث تجلس؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats on top of the room's wall where you sit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;همم سقف؟&lt;br /&gt;Cieling?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;هل لاحظت شيئاً غريباً مؤخّراً؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you notice something strange recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لا&lt;br /&gt;Not really!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ما رأيك في هذا الاختبار؟&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of this tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;غريب&lt;br /&gt;Strange&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ما آخر فيلم شاهدته؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom land (slept half through the movie)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;إذا أصبحت فاحش الثّراء، فماذا تشتري؟&lt;br /&gt;If you were rich, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;بيت ، ودراستي ودراسة زوجي&lt;br /&gt;a house, and my and my husband's Master Degree&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;أخبرني شيئاً أجهله عنك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me something I dont know about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;سمينة&lt;br /&gt;I am Fat, and I mean REALLLY FAT&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;إذا كان بإمكانك تغيير شيء واحد في العالم، بغض النّظر عن المعاصي والسياسة، فماذا تختار؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can change one thing in this world (beside sins and politics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;جورج بوش؟&lt;br /&gt;Goerge Bush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hoped he would make a difference in the Palastine-Israel relationship, he did.. he made it worse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;لو كان وليدك الأوّل فتاةً، فماذا تسمّيها؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you had a baby girl, what would you call her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مزن أو مزونة&lt;br /&gt;Muznah or Mazoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;لو كان وليدك الأوّل صبيّاً، فماذا تسمّينه؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If it was a boy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to call him Qusai, but it seems my hsuband is changing the name to Faisal&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;تفكّر يوماً في العيش بالخارج؟&lt;br /&gt;Do you think to live abroad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;نعم لفترة قصيرة&lt;br /&gt;for a short while, yes&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ماذا تتصوّر أن يقول لك الله عندما تقف بين يديه؟&lt;br /&gt;What do you think god will tell you in the day of Judgment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;لم أجد أفضل من جواب ليال&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;يا عبادي الذي اسرفوا علي انفسهم لا تقنطوا من رحمة الله&lt;br /&gt;I would take layal's answer:&lt;br /&gt;(a verse from the holly Quran that says that you who did sins dont ever think that god is not merciful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أربعة أشخاص تمرّرلهم الدّور؟&lt;br /&gt;Pass it to 4 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Nash&lt;br /&gt;Namika&lt;br /&gt;Raed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-115003474891410683?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/115003474891410683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=115003474891410683&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115003474891410683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/115003474891410683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114987510991425481</id><published>2006-06-09T21:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:45:10.043+04:00</updated><title type='text'>الرجال قليل</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/1600/41487023_e7e3b1a072_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/320/41487023_e7e3b1a072_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;ما هي الرجولة؟ وما معنى أن نقول أن فلان "رجل والرجال قليل"؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;قبل يومين مر علي موقف .. بدأت أفهم قليلاً ما معنى الرجولة .. لا أريد أن أذكر الموقف .. ولكني أدركت أنه حين يكون الرجل رجلاً .. عندما يكن إحترامه للجميع حتى من يختلف معهم .. أن يحترم أي إمرأة كما يحترم أخته .. ولا يجرؤ على جرح كراماتها بأي طريقة .. وللأسف الرجال من يسمون رجال قلة في هذا الزمان!ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;What does being a man means? what does it mean to say " he is a man, and men are few these days"? *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Two days I experiences an encounter that made me understand a bit what being a man means. I dont want to mention the encounter, but I realised that when a man is a man is when he respects others no matter how different are .. he should also respects all women like he respects his sisters. He shouldnt dare to hurt her pride in any way . I am sorry to say that those days, men are few!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* an arabic saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114987510991425481?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114987510991425481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114987510991425481&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114987510991425481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114987510991425481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_09.html' title='الرجال قليل'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114961165987605955</id><published>2006-06-06T19:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:34:20.236+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>من كل بستان زهرة</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dragons1.k12.ar.us/dragons/WCOBBWEB/smiley%20flowers.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://dragons1.k12.ar.us/dragons/WCOBBWEB/smiley%20flowers.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:TAHOMA;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:TAHOMA;" &gt;ــ لماذا نصر على وضع هدف لسعادتنا (إن نجحت سأكون أسعد من في الكون، إن تزوجت سأكون أسعد إنسانة، إن رزقت بولد سأكون أسعد الناس) ولا ندرك أن سعادتنا هي الرضى بما نحن فيه الأن!ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:TAHOMA;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ــ من المؤلم أن تستجمع قواك لتخبر صديق بخبر مهم جداً وكل ما يعمله هو هز رأسه وقول أوه ممتاز مبروك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ــ كم يتعاظم الشعور بالوحدة عندما يكون حولك الكثير و لا تجرؤ على الإعتراف أعمق مخاوفك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ــ يتمنى المرء أحياناً أن يعيد ممارسات الصغر ، و كأن تلك الممارسات تعيد العمر الذي مضى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ــ في أحيان كثيرة أتمنى أن أرتمي في حضن والدتي وأستمر بالبكاء لساعات ، ولكني إن فعلت لن أسلم من 100 سؤال&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ــ أن تنتظر الفرج من أصعب المراحل التي يمر بها الإنسان&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ــ مع مرور الأيام أدرك أني قوية على تحمل الآلام ، ولكنها قوة خارجية فحالما أخلد إلى نفسي أبدأ بالبكاء&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_ وأن لا تعرف ما معنى أن تفتح صفحة مدونتك وتشرع بكتابة مقال تخيلت صورته في مخيلتك وعندما تبدأ بالكتابة يختلف إتجاه مقالك 180 درجة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Why do we insist on putting a goal to our happiness (if I succeeded I would be the happiest, if I got married I would be the happiest ..etc) Why dont we realise that happiness is being satisfied with how we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It hurts to gather your strength to tell a friend an important news, and all what he/she says is : oh congrats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You feel so lonley when you have people around you, but you dont have soemone to share your fears with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes you want to do the things you did when you were young, as if those things would bring back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Many times I want to go back to my mom and cry for hours, but I know I will have to face 100 questions later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To wait for what you want, is the hardest a person would go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As the days pass, I realise I have strength to take pain. But its an external strength, once I am alone I will start crying the pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and when you dont know what does it mean, to open your blog in order to write a post you thought about, and realise what you are writing to 180 degrees different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:TAHOMA;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114961165987605955?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114961165987605955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114961165987605955&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114961165987605955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114961165987605955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='من كل بستان زهرة'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114900598477785828</id><published>2006-05-30T20:00:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:21:17.443+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>الأقنعة  Masks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.attyab.com/images/mask120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 149px;" src="http://www.attyab.com/images/mask120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;في كل يوم من أيامنا نقوم بلبس وخلع الأقنعة بكل خفة ورشاقة، فنحن في المدرسة أو العمل بقناع، في البيت بقناع أخر وفي المساء مع أصدقاء العمر بقناع أخر،  ننتقي الأقنعة بكل حذر حتى تناسب من حولنا، فبا نستطيع التظاهر بالأدب الجم أمام أصدقاءنا إلا ونعتونا بالملل ولا نستطيع الظهور بمظهر المستهترين أما أهلينا وإلا واجهنا العقاب، هذا كله لا يهم، فلبس وخلع الأقنعة هي واجب محتم علينا وإلا لما تعلمنا العيش في مجتمعنا الصارم ، ولكن أن نلبس قناع أخر ونحن ننظر في المرآة فهذا ما لا يفهم، فمهما جاحدنا وقلنا أننا من نكون أمام نفسنا فذلك حيلة نحتالها على هذه النفس التي تعبت من لبس وخلع الأقنعة، فنحن نتظاهر بالكثير أمام نفسنا، أحيانا بالقوة ونحن نعلم أننا أضعف من ذلك بكثير وأحياناً بالضعف والهدوء .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;فمتى سنتصالح مع أنفسنا ونعرض عليها حقيقتها الجميلة المؤلمة ؟ متى نكون من نكون دون أن نحتاج أن نثبت لأنفسنا قبل أحد بأحاسيس لا تمت إلينا بصلة؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(أعذرزني على هذه الفلسفة المملة، هي فقط محطة لتفريغ تلك الأفكار التي أصبحت تزاحم رأسي)ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In our daily life, we keep on putting up masks and removing masks. We wear one at school or work, and another when we are between our parents and another one between our friends. We choose those masks carefully so we wouldnt be called boring infront of our friends, or  playful infront of our parents. Wearing Masking infront of people is a normal thing in our society. But whats not understandable is why do we wear masks even when we look at ourselves in the mirror? why do we pretend to be whats we are not. When we are strong, we pretend to be weak and when we are weak we pretend to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;When are we going to show ourselves its reality instead of trying to prove to ourselves some feelings that doesnt belong to us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(excuse me being all phliosphicaly boring, its just a stop where I need to let go of alot of the thoughts that are in my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114900598477785828?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114900598477785828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114900598477785828&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114900598477785828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114900598477785828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/05/masks.html' title='الأقنعة  Masks'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114859261980910431</id><published>2006-05-26T00:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:47:18.150+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='وأنا لي رأي'/><title type='text'>Thoughts from Memories of an Arabian Princess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been reading a book recenetly called (Memories of an Arabian Princess). Its the story of Sayida Salma bint Said (later Known as Emily Ruete) Daughter of the Sultan who ruled both Oman and Zanzibar. Its a really interesting book, and gives you a good view on the history back then. What I like about the book is that she comparies every now and then between East and west (which she refers as North and South) .. Its intresting that she lived both lives yet at the end of her life she longed back to her origion and wanted to go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Few of the thoughts that I found intresting are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/72/153028595_e62a1da340_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In terms of Education, she says that there is a big gap between what was taught in the west and what was taught in the east. In the West, they used to focus on teaching people geography, physics, chemistry ..etc and a little attention was given to the spiritual side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, she says she was hurt more by people of knowledge than ignorant people and she never understod how a person who is education can use this education negatively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I agree with the writer to some extent, being educated doesnt always means that you are being a better a person. Being spiritually educated and beleiving that there is always consequences of all actions you do is what makes you a better person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/63/153028594_2736d25826_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She is surprised how can educated women in the west be slaves to fashion and its changes mood when they have alot to do in thier lives. She would beleive it if it was for the women back in the east would do that since they dont have much to do, but to see it in the west was puzzling her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well what I can say is that women are always women! being the center of attention is something we all seek too. Ofcourse we differ in the degree and the method we do it but we all want to be pretty and well dressed up :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a piucture of her:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 442px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="430" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/49/145546438_34046a5e5b_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sayida Salma in Zanzibar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To read more about her, check what &lt;a href="http://arabian-prince.blogspot.com/2006/05/emily-ruete.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arabian Prince&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wrote! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114859261980910431?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114859261980910431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114859261980910431&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114859261980910431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114859261980910431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/05/thoughts-from-memories-of-arabian.html' title='Thoughts from Memories of an Arabian Princess!'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114794596597367151</id><published>2006-05-18T13:39:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T16:15:22.033+04:00</updated><title type='text'>الأصمعي وأبو جعفر المنصور</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saaid.net/flash/saot.swf"&gt;صوت صفير البلبل&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bawazir.com/Abbasid-caliphate/al-mansour-and-poets-from-a-yahoogroup.htm"&gt;قصة الأصمعي وأبو جعفر المنصور&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem written during the Abassyen era .. The story behind it is that Chaliph Abu Jafaar Al Mansur made a competetion, each poet have to come up with a poem that was never said before would get the weight of that poem in gold. The Caliph brought one of his servants who used to be good in memorising poems, so whenever   a poet comes and presents a poem, the servant would repeat it and say it was said before.&lt;br /&gt;Al Asmai wanted to beat that, so he made this famous poem of his which is hard to memorise and he wrote it in a marbel piller and managed to over smart the Caliph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link above has the poem as a song I just love listening to it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114794596597367151?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114794596597367151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114794596597367151&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114794596597367151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114794596597367151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_18.html' title='الأصمعي وأبو جعفر المنصور'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114768566741004426</id><published>2006-05-15T13:26:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:46:41.263+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='قصص قصيرة'/><title type='text'>Noora (Short Story)  -  نورة</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;اللهم إني أستخيرك بعلمك ، وأستقدرك بقدرتك وأسألك من فضلك العظيم فإنك تقدر ولاأقدروتعلم ولاأعلم وأنت علام الغيوب ، اللهم إن كنت تعلم أن خالد خيرا لي في ديني ومعاشي وعاقبة أمري فأقدره لي ويسره لي ثم بارك لي فيه ، وإن كنت تعلم أن خالد &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;شر لي في ديني ومعاشي وعاقبة أمري _ أو قال عاجله وأجله _ فاصرفه عني واصرفني عنه واقدر لي الخير حيث كان ثم أرضني به&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;أخذت نورة تردد الدعاء&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;اللهم أستجيرك بعلمك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;رحاب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;لاااااااااااااا ما أستجيرك يا شاطرة .. أستخيرك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;نورة:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;أوهوووو ما أقدر أحفظه ..ما أقدر..شكله هالخطيب بيتعبني من إلحين! خلاص ما عزمت .. برفضه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;رحاب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;خلي عنش الكسل وحفظي ..  أو كتبيه على ورقة و قريي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;أخذت تردده و رحاب تصر على أن تحفظه قبل بداية المحاضرة .. ولكن الوقت داهمهما &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;فساعة الحرم الجامعي أعلنت لتوها دخول الساعة العاشرة .هرعتا&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;تحو القاعة تحملان كتباً جعلتهما تبدوان كسجينتين ترسفان في أثقلاهما, حدثت رحاب نفسها : " أن يضبطهما الدكتور حلمي متأخرتان! يا للرعب" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;دخلت نورة القاعة، عازمة أن تترك موضوع الإستخارة جانباً وتركز على محاضرة الدكتور حلمي الصعبة الفهم ، ولكن صورته التي أعطتها خالتها ألفت لا تبارح مخيلتها، يبدو وسيما بعض الشيء، اختلجت وجنتاها حمرة وهي تذكر الصورة ، ولكنها تداركت أفكارها، (ولكني لا أعرفه!) هذا ما كان يربك الموضوع برمته، كيف لها أن تصبح زوجة إنسان لم يمضي يومان على رؤية صورته؟ كيف لها أن تسلم جميع أحلامها الوردية لمجهول؟&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;تقول رحاب أن معرفة الخطيب ستأتي في فترة الملكة، ولكنها زوجته حينها، لا يمكن أن تغير رأيها!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;اقترحت خالتها أن تتحدث معه على هاتفه النقال قبل إعطاء القبول أو الرفض، ولكنها تخاف، تخاف أن تهتز ثقة أبيها بها، الرجل الذي لا يمر يوم إلا ويفخر بابنته المؤدبة &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;الخلوقة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; وتشتعل نار الغيرة في قلب أخ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;ي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ها!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;لا لا، سأرفض لأسهل الموضوع ، أسهل وبلا عوار راس&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;) ولكن دقات الساعة تذكرها أن الوقت يمضي، هاهي تشرف على أعتاب الثالثة والعشرون وكل من تعرفهن إما متزوجة أو مخطوبة أو على&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;مشارف خطبة كبيرة سمعن عنها كل بنات الكلية، تريد أن تكسب اهتمامهن هي أيضاً، تريد أن تستوقفنها زميلاتها وتسألنها عن عريس الغفلة، اختلجت وجنتاها مرة أخرى و استدركت أفكارها حتى تنهل النزر الباقي من محاضرة أستاذ حلمي!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;حييت والدتها بعجلة، وسارعت إلى غرفتها، لم تعرف ما الذي يدفعها دفعاً ، أول ما فعلته هو إخراج الصورة، شعرت كأنها مراهقة مولعة بصورة فنان، لكنها لا تعرف لماذا ترتسم على شفتها ابتسامة خجل كلما نظرت إلى الصورة ، كأن قلبها يدفعها لقول نعم لخاطرالصورة.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;سمعت طرقاً خفيفاً على الباب ، أسرعت بإخفاء الصورة تحت وسادتها (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt; أدخل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;) نادت على الطارق فإذا بأبيها يدخل، شعرت بارتباك فهي لم تعتد أن يقتحم أبوها عالمها الخاص ويدخل غرفتها. سألها عن حالها وعن دراستها، صمت برهة ليستجمع قواه ، وكأن ما سيقوله صعب للغاية، تسارعت دقات قلبها وهي ترى والدها بهذه الحالة، مر أكثر من سيناريو في مخيلتها: من مات؟ من مرض؟ وكل هذه الأفكار السوداوية مرت عليها.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;تنحنح والدها ليعيدها إلى حيث هي وقال: (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;بنتي ، تعرفين أن الزواج قسمة ونصيب، وأن أمنية كل أب أن يرى ابنته زوجة صالحة لرجل يحبه ويحترمه، تقدم لك شاب اسمه خالد ، يأتي من عائلة محترمة، يخاف الله، قابلته عدة مرات والتمست فيه المسئولية، لا أريد أن أضغط عليك ولا أريد أن أتدخل في قرراتك ولكن فكري وقرري بما ترينه مناسباً لك&lt;b&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;انحدرت دمعة ساخنة على وجه نورة، وكأنها لم تتوقع ما سيقوله، وخرج الأب وهو يعتصر ألماً حل به ، لا يعلم ما سبب ضيقة الصدر هذه، ولماذا يشعر وكأن ابنته ستسرق منه، ولكنه شر لا بد منه ، فهذه السنة الحياة، أن تنتقل من إمرة أب إلى إمرة زوج، ولكن التفكير بأن ابنته المدللة ستخرج من كنفه ورعايته يشعره بضيق شديد.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;أخذت تتقلب بين نعم ولا، ولكنها تعلم أنها تأخذ قراراً لا تدرك مداخله ومخارجه، فمن خالد هذا؟ مهما قيل عنه ووصف عنه فهي تعلم في قرارة نفسها أنه مجرد كلمات لتحفزها على إتخاذ القرار الذي يردونه، ومجيء أبوها إلى هنا أكبر دليل على ذلك، فكيف له أن يحكم على شاب رأه عدة مرات وفي مناسبات عامة؟ نعلم أن الشباب عادة يخفون مساوئهم ولا يعلنونها تحسباً لوقت مثل هذا.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;سحبت الصورة من تحت الوسادة، نظرت إلى وجه خالد وشعرت كأنها ترى أنياباً لا مكان لها، ضحكت من أفكارها السخيفة، وأتخذت قراراً إرتجالياً ، (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;سأطلب رقمه&lt;b&gt;) فكرت(&lt;/b&gt; نعم وسأتحدث معه وأقرر إن كان يناسبني أم لا، القرار يجب أن يكون قراري لا قرار أبي وخالتي&lt;b&gt;)!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;ضغطت على أزرار الهاتف النقال، أعطتها خالتها الرقم بكل حبور، وكأنها متأكدة أنها ستوافق على خالد، لا تدري لما يزيدها هذا الحبور عناداً ، ولما يجعلها تميل إلى قول لا&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;لا رجعة فيها ! ، تتصل، يداها ترتجفان وهي تسمع خالد يقول : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;ألو .. السلام عليكم&lt;b&gt;) ، شعرت وكأن هذا الصوت هو أفضل صوت سمعته في حياتها، قوي أجهش يوحي بالقوة ، قالت بصوت يملأه الوجل ( &lt;/b&gt;ألو ، معي خالد&lt;b&gt; ) ، خالد ( &lt;/b&gt;أيوا من معي؟&lt;b&gt; )، إحتارت فيما ترد ، أتقول خطيبته؟ لا ليست خطيبته، ترددت ثم قالت ( &lt;/b&gt;نورة&lt;b&gt;) وسكتت ، شعرت بابتسامته من خلال سماعة الهاتف، (&lt;/b&gt;أشرقت وأنورت .. وأنا أشوف الدنيا منورة اليوم&lt;b&gt; ) ، استهجنت طريقته في الحديث، كأنه لا يأبه أنها فتاة محترمة ويجب عليه أن لا يتمادى في الإطراء بهذه الطريقة من أول محادثة ، ماذا تقول الأن، هل تعنفه بشده على هذا الأسلوب، أم هل تتجاهل حنقها على أسلوبه، قررت التجاهل لا بطولة منها ولكن خجلاً من المواجهة. ( &lt;/b&gt;الأخ خالد ، أنت أكيد تعرف ليش إتصلت ، حبيت أعرف أكثر عنك حتى أقرر قراري&lt;b&gt; ) ( &lt;/b&gt;أوكي نور الدنيا، ولا يهمك، أنا خريج هندسة في أمريكا، أشتغل في ال ....&lt;b&gt; ) إسترسل يتحدث عن نفسه لنصف ساعة، لم تقل شيئا سوى نعم عندما يسألها إن &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;كانت معه في الخط، حمدت الله كثيراً عندما نادتها الخادمة لتناول العشاء واعتذرت بإنهاء المحادثة .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;ليس هذا فارس أحلامها، ليس هذا من تريده أن يقلها بحصانه الأبيض ويطير بها إلى عالم الأحلام الوردية، &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;تريد من يسمعها، من يقدمها على حياته،هكذا تحدثها نفسها وهكذا يقنعها قلبها، ولكن عقلها &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;والناس من حولها يقولون لها أنه الشاب الممتاز وألف من تتمناه ، أمها قالتها صراحة أنها إن رفضت هذا الشاب لن يخطبها أخر بنفس مواصفاته الخُلقية والخَلقية، تتفق معهم أنه يملك كل ما تتمناه الفتيات، ولكن ليست هي، ولكن ماذا تقول لأهلها ، ليس اميري؟ تتخيل أبوها وهو ينظر إليها نظرة غضب لا تتحملها، تتخيل دموع عين أمها التي ستسكبها ظناً منها أن إبنتها ستضحي عانساً، سترى حنق خالتها الذي تخافه وتسمعها تقول&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;: أخر مرة أجيب لبنتكم عريس، فشلتني قدام الحريم&lt;b&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;فكرت بالموافقة من أجلهم جميعاً ، تتحمل هذه الصفة الوحيدة التي لا ضرر فيها من أجل فرحة الجميع، وكلما حاول أن تقنع نفسها أكثر كلما صرخ قلبها بألف لا، لا لا ليس هو. شعرت بقواها تخور، لا تحب التردد، كانت دوماً سريعة في إتخاذ القرارات، لماذا تتردد إذاً؟ لتأخذ قراراً ارتجاليا وتنهي الموضوع!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: right; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;ألقت نظرة إلى الصورة، وتدير سماعة الهاتف، (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;ألو خالتي، أظنني جاهزة لإعطاء ردي ، موافقة!!&lt;b&gt; ) ، أغلقت سماعة الهاتف وهي تدعو ربها أن تكون قد اتخذت القرار الصائب. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Attempted Translation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Allaah, I seek Your guidance [in making a choice] by virtue of Your knowledge, and I seek ability by virtue of Your power, and I ask You of Your great bounty. You have power, I have none. And You know, I know not. You are the Knower of hidden things. O Allaah, if in Your knowledge, Khalid is good for me both in this world and in the Hereafter, then ordain it for me, make it easy for me, and bless it for me. And if in Your knowledge it is bad for me and for my religion, my livelihood and my affairs, then turn me away from it, [and turn it away from me], and ordain for me the good wherever it may be and make me pleased with it&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style=";font-size:10;color:blue;"  &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Noora kept on repeating this prayer, (oh all I seek refuge.&lt;i&gt;.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Rihab (&lt;i style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;No!! I seek guidance&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Noora: (&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;oooh I don’t think I will be able to memorise this prayer, this guys is making me suffer from now, I am  going to refuse his proposal&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Rihab (&lt;i style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Don’t be lazy and memorise it, if you can’t just write it in a paper and read it&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noora kept on repeating it and Rihab is insisting to memorise it before class starts, but the time runs and the university clock indicated that its time to go to Mr Hilmi’s class, and oh they don’t want to be late for Mr Hilmi’s class or they will be scolded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;They entered the lecture hall, and Noora was determined to keep the issue aside and concentrate on Mr. Hilmi’s lecture, but she couldn’t. Khalid’s picture that was given by her Aunt is still present in her mind. He is handsome, she started blushing when she remembered the picture again. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;But I don’t know him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;) she told herself, how can she marries someone she doesn’t know!. How can she be a wife of a person who she saw his picture two days back?! How can she hand all her dreams to someone she doesn’t know?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Rihab says the right time to know your husband is after Malka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style=";font-size:9;color:blue;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:9;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;She will be his wife then, and she cant change her mind! Her aunt suggested that she talks to him through the phone, but her father wouldn’t like it. She doesn’t want to loose her father’s trust.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wants to get married, the time is ticking and she is turning 23 and all her friends are either married, engaged or about to get engaged. She wanted attention too, she wanted to share her story with everyone. Blushed again, and realized she has missed a lot of Mr.Hilmi’s lecture and went back to listen to him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;She greeted her mom in a hurry, and ran to her room. She wanted to have another glance at the picture. She looked at it the same way a teenager would look at a singer’s picture. She doesn’t know why she smiles shyly whenever she looks at the picture, she feels she should accept his proposal just for the picture alone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;She hears a knock on the door, hiding the picture she screamed (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;come in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;). He father enters the room, he says hi and asks her about her studies. She feels he is hiding something, she started thinking : who’s dead? Who’s sick?. Her father then speaks (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;my dearest daughter, you know that fate decides who you would marry. A guy called Khalid proposed to you, I see him in several occasions. I can sense that he is a nice and responsible guy. I would like the best for you, and I would like you make your own decisions, think carefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;A tear dropped in Noora’s cheeks, and her father left the room feeling uneasy. His little daughter would get married, he always saw her as a young girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;She doesn’t know what to answer, she feel torn between yes and no. She knows no matter how good everyone talks about him, they might not know him at all. How can her father decides that he is a good by just meeting him few times?? She wants to know for real if he is a good guy or not!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;She decided to talk to him and would ask her aunt for his phone number !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;She dialed the numbers, she felt her hands were shaking when he answered (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; ) she said (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Khaild?&lt;b&gt;) He said ( &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes and who is it? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;) She didn’t know what to answer, shall she say his fiancé? She is not his fiancé yet, so she just said (&lt;/b&gt;Noora&lt;b&gt;). (&lt;/b&gt;Oh dearest Noora, I am so happy you are calling&lt;b&gt;) She felt uneasy, why is he talking to her as if its alright to talk to a respectable girl this way. She was not comfortable with his attitude but she told her she would ignore it ( &lt;/b&gt;Can you please tell me more about yourself, you know I need to know before I make my decision&lt;b&gt; ) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Oh sure Dearest, I am an engineering graduate from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;, I work in …&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;he kept on talking for half an hour and she was very glad when she was called for dinner, in order to end the call.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;She was not happy with that phone call, he is not the prince she dreams about, something inside her says that she should say no, but she also don’t want to disappoint people around her. Her mom, her Aunt and her dad. She can see them mad and upset. Maybe she should just say yes for them. After all, its not like he has a big fault. He just doesn’t listen and talks about himself. She wanted someone who talk to her. Now she is back to square 1. Her heart insists on saying No, she doesn’t want.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;She had a glance at the picture and decided to take an instant decision. She dialed her Aunts number and said ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I think I am ready to give my answer, I accept &lt;b&gt;). She put down the  phone  praying that she made the right decision.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div  style="border-style: none none solid; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;color:-moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"  lang="EN-US" style="color:blue;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;a prayer &lt;i&gt;done when you are torn between two things and what Allah to guide you on it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left; direction: rtl; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"  lang="EN-US" style="color:blue;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;- Malka : &lt;i&gt;Official marriage, usually happens before the actual wedding for weeks or months.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114768566741004426?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114768566741004426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114768566741004426&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114768566741004426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114768566741004426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/05/noora-short-story.html' title='Noora (Short Story)  -  نورة'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114718091789512519</id><published>2006-05-09T17:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:21:57.940+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>A new Omani blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/1600/OmanSky.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="233" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/320/OmanSky.0.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just thought this new blogger needs some of your attention .. I like her posts so far, she is frank and sweet at the same time .. please welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://omansky.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oman Sky سما عمان&lt;/a&gt;  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dear Sama, I just hope you are fine with it I just liked your blog and wanted to introduce it to people who visit mine :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114718091789512519?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114718091789512519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114718091789512519&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114718091789512519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114718091789512519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-omani-blogger.html' title='A new Omani blogger'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114692356878943985</id><published>2006-05-06T17:28:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T17:52:48.890+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>لن أتنازل</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;نمر كثيراً بمواقف في حياتنا تجبرنا على إتخاذ قرار قد لا يناسب تأملاتنا وتطلعاتنا .. ولكننا نؤثر إتخاذه لأنه يناسب أناساً نحبهم ولا نود إيذائهم بقررات تؤثر فيهم قبلنا.ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;هكذا أفكر، وهكذا أترجم الكثير من القررات التي أتخذها .. ولكني ألاحظ أن هناك قلة من يتخذون هذا الموقف (الخاطيء الصائب)ـ ، الكثير من يظن أن القررات التي يتخذها يجب أن تناسبه أولاً أو أخراً ، فهو الأهم في نهاية المطاف وهو من يعيش حياته بالطريقة التي يحبها.ـ ولكن ألا يعني هذا فناء العيش كمجتمع متكامل يؤثر كلٍ على أخاه؟ ألا يعني هذا أننا نعيش في مجتمع متفكك ولا يأبه للمصلحة العامة؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;أحزن كثيراَ عندما أذكر أن التنزلات التي قدمتها صارت "موضة قديمة"ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In our life, we go through experiences that force us to take decisions that don't fit our dreams and expectations. We decide to take those decisions because it fits people we love and we dont want to hurt them with decisions affect them before us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how I think, and think is how I explain alot of decisions I took .. However I realised thats not popular anymore .. alot think that the decisions taken must fit them first .. that he is the most important and he/she is the one whos living his life the way he/she wants it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, doesnt that mean that our collective society where everyone depends on everyone disapear? and we would live in a society where no one cares for the general cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel sad knowing that all the sacrfices I gave became "old fashined"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114692356878943985?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114692356878943985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114692356878943985&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114692356878943985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114692356878943985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='لن أتنازل'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114666292245308319</id><published>2006-05-03T17:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:28:42.550+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Being away is so hard!!</title><content type='html'>Yes guys and girls, I miss you all .. I have been forced to stay away from the net and it was HARD!! I think I even forgot how to blog so plz dont be hard on me in the first few posts :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what I have been up to? well its mostly to do with work .. we are almost done with this big project we working on and that is supposdly going to change the atmosphere in our department. We are implementing a systemtic way to do our processes and so far I am glad to say we are almost done. I just cant wait till people start using it and see the result of our work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aside from that nothing is major happening .. except that the days are moving fast I  cant beleive we are in MAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is just a short update so you guys wouldnt come running after me with a broom!! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114666292245308319?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114666292245308319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114666292245308319&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114666292245308319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114666292245308319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/05/being-away-is-so-hard.html' title='Being away is so hard!!'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114441837847272821</id><published>2006-04-07T17:42:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T17:59:38.516+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>لماذا نكتب؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;أصبح هذا السؤال يشغلني مؤخراً .. لماذا نسبح في عالم الأحلام والخيال لنكتب تدغدغ مشاعر الأخرين؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;هل هو حب الظهور أو حب التميز؟ أم أنها مشاعر تغمر الكاتب وتجبره أن يخط بقلمه كلمات تؤثر على من حوله؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;وماذا نجني من الكتابة؟ هل تعود بفائدة علينا أم أنها مجرد "كلام فاضي لناس فاضين"؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;لا أظن أنني سأتوصل لمعرفة الجواب الشافي لهذه الأفكار .. أظنها أنها تحوي الكثير مما ذكرت سابقا ..   فربما تكون مزيج من حب الظهور ، المشاعر الجياشة وأحيانا كلام فاضي(مثل ما أكنبه الأن) :).ـ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do we write?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question has been bugging me lately. Why do we swim in an ocean of dreams and imagination to write words that touch other people's feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because we seek attention? and want to be known? or its feelings that goes in the heart of the writer and affects whos around him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we gain from writing? Does it brings us benefits or its just nonesenes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I will find answers to these questions. I think it has lots of what I mentioned earlier. It might has, the attention seeking part, the feelings and the nonsensesness :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114441837847272821?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114441837847272821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114441837847272821&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114441837847272821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114441837847272821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_07.html' title='لماذا نكتب؟'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114424267311622237</id><published>2006-04-05T16:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T17:11:16.996+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>أفكار خاطرة</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;في زخم يومنا المزدحم تمر علينا أقوال أو أمثال نرددها بإستمرار ولا أعرف إن كانت تستوقفنا معانيها أم لا، أستوقفتني قريبا وأخذت أفكر فيها ومعانيها، ومن هذه الأمثال والأقوال (الغنى غنى النفس) (والجمال جمال الروح).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;ولكن هل فعلا نعيش في مجتمع يقتنع بها؟ إن كان الجمال جمال الروح فلما نتسابق في الظهور بأجمل وأبهى منظر أمام الناس ونبذل الغالي الثمين للوصول إلى مظهر يبرزنا أمام الأخرين، ومن أجل ذلك نحلم ليل نهار أن نملك غناً وجاهاً ولا نشبع، فهل إستدلالنا بهذه الأمثال هو مجرد محاولة منا لسد النقص الذي نشعر به؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;While living though our day we say words and sayings repeatedly, but do we stop to think of those saying and think about them? I recently tried to stop and think about them. One of those saying is saying that (beauty is in the Soul not the body) and (Richness is in the pride not in money).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;But do we really live in a society that thinks this way? We spend hours beautifying ourselves to be stand out between our peers and we strive to collect as much money and we never stop or say enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do we really use those saying as a way to cover our weakness?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114424267311622237?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114424267311622237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114424267311622237&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114424267311622237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114424267311622237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='أفكار خاطرة'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114364046854124930</id><published>2006-03-29T17:32:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:54:28.643+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>ذكر وأنثى</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;وصلتني هذه الرسالة عبر البريد الإليكتروني وأحببت فكرة الحوار&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;حوار ساخن&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;قال لها ألا تلاحظين أن الكـون ذكر ؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;فقالت له بلى لاحظت أن الكينونة أنثى&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;! قال لها ألم تدركي بأن النـور ذكـر؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;فقالت له بل أدركت أن الشمس أنثـى&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;قـال لهـا أوليـس الكـرم ذكــر؟&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;فقالت له نعم ولكـن الكرامـة أنثـى&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;قال لها ألا يعجبـك أن الشِعـر ذكـر؟&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;فقالت له وأعجبني أكثر أن المشاعر أنثى&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;قال لها هل تعرفيـن أن العلـم ذكـر؟&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;فقالت له إنني أعلم أن المعرفة أنثـى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أخذ نفسـا ً عميقـا ًوهو مغمض عينيه ثم عاد ونظر إليها بصمت لـلــحــظــات وبـعـد ذلك&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;قال لها سمعت أحدهم يقول أن الخيانة أنثى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;فقالت له ورأيت أحدهم يكتب أن الغدر ذكر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;قال لها ولكنهم يقولون أن الخديعـة أنثـى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;فقالت له بل هن يقلـن أن الكـذب ذكـر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;قال&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; لها هناك من أكّد لـي أن الحماقـة أنثـى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;فقالت له وهنا من أثبت لي أن الغباء ذكـر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;قـال لهـا أنـا أظـن أن الجريمـة أنـثـى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;فقالـت لـه وأنـا أجـزم أن الإثـم ذكـر ً&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;قال لهـا أنـا تعلمـت أن البشاعـة أنثـى&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;فقالـت لـه وأنـا أدركـت أن القبـح ذكر&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;تنحنح ثم أخذ كأس الماء فشربه كله دفعة واحـدة إمساكه بالكأس ولكنها ابتسمت ما أن رأته يشرب وعندما رآها تبتسم له عندها&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;قال لها يبدو أنك محقة فالطبيعة أنثـى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;فقالت له وأنت قد أصبت فالجمال ذكـر&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;قال لهـا لا بـل السـعـادة أنـثـى&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;فقالت له ربمـا ولـكن الحـب ذكـر&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;قال لها وأنا أعترف بأن التضحية أنثـى&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ف&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;قالت له وأنا أقر بأن الصفـح ذكـر &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;قال لها ولكنني على ثقة بأن المحبة أنثى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;فقالت له وأنا على يقين بأن القلب ذكر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ولا زال الحوارقائمـا &lt;br /&gt;ولا زالت المحبة مستمرة فـَََ طــالــمــا بقي الـسـؤال ذكـــر والإجـابـة أنـثــى&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I received this in my e-mail and I liked the idea behind it. In Arabic we have to specify wether a word is mascline or feminin (French have the same). So basicly, its two people talking a guy and girl. The guy started by bringing good words that are mascline, and the woman is replying with simmiler words that are feminine. Then, the guy go on bringing bad words which are feminine and the woman would bring simmiler words which are mascline. Then, they give up and the guy starts giving good words which are feminine and the woman would reply with simmiler words that are feminine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its ends nicly by saying that this conversation would go forever since: Question is Mascline and Answer is Feminine !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114364046854124930?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114364046854124930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114364046854124930&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114364046854124930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114364046854124930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_29.html' title='ذكر وأنثى'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114356097154595779</id><published>2006-03-28T19:34:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:52:54.913+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>Whining Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jwolfe.clara.net/Humour/NonMedThumbs/Stress-FishInBlender.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.jwolfe.clara.net/Humour/NonMedThumbs/Stress-FishInBlender.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jwolfe.clara.net/Humour/NonMedThumbs/Stress-FishInBlender.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously suffering form writer's block, I've intending to update this blog for a week now but every time I find the time, open the new post screen .. jot some words and then realise i cant experss what I really want to say so I delete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the main reason is that I have little time in my hand. Seriously, I am exhausted from all the weddings and family gatherings that I have been attending all along March. Last thursday I was invited to 3 weddings at the same time. I had to choose who to go to and who to and I ended up missing my dearest friend wedding :(&lt;br /&gt;I really really missing staying all day at home with nothing to do! but what? I am dreaming? Yah coz I have piles of clothes to wash and iron and rooms to clean.&lt;br /&gt;I already want to retire and stay at home :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough whining.. and enough complaining .. and I know some of you would say again this is not an update but Mo asawi! (what to do!!) .. I dont think you will get to see some quality post from me until everything cools down :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, got to run get ready and go to visit family :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114356097154595779?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114356097154595779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114356097154595779&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114356097154595779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114356097154595779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/03/whining-session.html' title='Whining Session'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114287202439521099</id><published>2006-03-20T20:04:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:27:06.206+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;إلى أمي .. الزهرة التي فتحت عيني ورأيتها .. أمي من توزع عبقها العطري على كل من حولها .. ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;اليوم هو يومك، ومع شدة إقتناعي أن كل يوم هو يومك، وكل يوم هو حق عليّ بتبجيلك وشكرك، ولكني لا أستطيع تجاهل اليوم الذي يحتفل به للأمهات من دون إخراج ما في جعبتي من حب وعشق لك. ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أقول لك غاليتي،، ـ&lt;br /&gt;أشكرك مع كل دقة قلب ، مع كل خطوة أخطوها، مع كل نجاح أصل إليه ، فلولاك ولولا حنانك وتضحياتك لما كنت أنا ولما عشت 26 عاما من الأتراح والأفراح. ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وأتبع وصية رسولنا الكريم(صلى الله عليه وسلم ) وأقول: أحبك أمي .. أحبك أمي .. أحبك أمي .. وغاية &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;مناي هو رضاك عليّ.ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Mother's day 21 of March:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mother, the flower that I opened my eyes to , the one who spreads its smell to all around her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is your day, and even though I am convinced that in each day, I am obliged to respect and thank you. But I cant forget the day that all mothers celebrate without expressing all the love and fondness I have for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you my dear on this day,&lt;br /&gt;I thank you with every heart beat, with every step I take and every sucess I achieve. Without I wouldnt have been me, and I wouldnt have lived 26 years with its happiness and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will follow Prophet's Mohammed (peace be upon him) and say: I love you mother, I love you mother and I love you mother. and my goal in this life that you become happy of what I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114287202439521099?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114287202439521099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114287202439521099&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114287202439521099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114287202439521099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_114287202439521099.html' title=''/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114269915033631304</id><published>2006-03-18T18:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T20:25:50.433+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Just a quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/1600/P3180163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/320/P3180163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been a bad blogger for the past week or so, sorry to my readers for that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing is new so far, except that I started stiching the second &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Kimma- Omani Cap".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This time its for my father. The first one took me around a year but I am having hope this will take less time if I deidcate more time to it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, just a quick update so you wouldnt forget all about this blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114269915033631304?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114269915033631304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114269915033631304&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114269915033631304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114269915033631304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-quick-update.html' title='Just a quick update'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114167112109283032</id><published>2006-03-06T22:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:52:01.360+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Tagged again !!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to young lady from exotic egypt, &lt;a href="http://lasto-adri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lasto Adry&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me, and as promised here I answered the questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your idea of perfect happiness?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everyone around me is happy and content, so I guess that would never happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your greatest fear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death of those close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which historical figure do you most identify with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know any that I would identify myself with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which living person do you most admire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My mom. she is a very giving person .. she gives her time, love and everything she owns to people she cares about.&lt;br /&gt;I always tell her, if she continued working she would have been a manager one day because she is so devoted to things she would want to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensetivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the trait you most deplore in others?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dishonesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your greatest extravagance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I understand the question right, its the things I wasted?&lt;br /&gt;well I guess its time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On what occasion do you lie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I try to avoid to hurt a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you dislike most about your appearance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where can I start and where I would end!!&lt;br /&gt;but I guess the most obvious thing is weight :sigh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which living person do you most despise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I feel that way towards a person, I might dislike some .. but it wouldnt reach to despise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which words or phrases do you most overuse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why one thing?! I want more!!&lt;br /&gt;weight? yah I guess I would settle on that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you consider your greatest achievement?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant think of any !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;why come back again?! unless I am in hell (may allah forbid) .. but I really wouldnt want to come and suffer in this world again!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who are your favorite writers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turki Al-Hamad &amp; Qmasha Al Alyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who is your favorite hero of fiction?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captin Majid :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being isolated from those who you care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where would you like to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Muscat Al 3amira :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your most marked characteristic?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really couldnt answer this, will leave it to people who know me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the quality you most like in a woman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being patient and content with her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your greatest regret?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not getting high marks in Secondary, but I guess everything happens for a reason. If I did, I wouldnt go to brunei and I wouldnt have met my husband ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What OR Who is the greatest love of your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family: Mom, dad, sisters. brother and ofcourse My husband :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would you like to die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the praying matt, reading Quran!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll Tag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff, Namika, Kazablanka, Noor, Bal8ees, NF, The Brain, Amo, QC, Lym, everyone else who reads this blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114167112109283032?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114167112109283032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114167112109283032&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114167112109283032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114167112109283032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/03/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again !!'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114158319951261787</id><published>2006-03-05T18:37:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:22:28.606+04:00</updated><title type='text'>From my Old Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_19/112566549545t361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_19/112566549545t361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to my old diary, I couldn't help but smile at many of the thoughts written there .. Sometimes I smile at how silly I was, sometimes I smile about remmbering the old golden days .. I will share some my very early thoughts (to Arabic readers, I wrote it as I wrote it back then, did not correct the grammar mistakes):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year: 1995&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;between the trees I sit بين الأشجار أجلس ـ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, between its branchesلا ! بين غصونهاـ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there I sit aloneهناك أجلس وحيدة ـ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wait for a bird to carry me with its wings أنتظر طيراً يحملني بين جناحيه &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a beautiful white birdــ طيراً أبيضاً جميل ـ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he carries within its feathers happiness I am dreaming of يحمل بين ريشه سعادة أنشدهاـ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a dream I want to accomplishـ حلماً أتمنى تحقيقه ـ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and his voice water me وصوته العذب يسقيني ـ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stops a thirst inside me يروي عطشاً بداخلي ـ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will wait for you bird, do come!سأنتظرك أيها الطير .. فتعال ـ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Year 1995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;يا قلب إحفظ ما بداخلك&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;لا تفصح عنه مهما شاغلك&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;بداخلك آهات&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;بداخلك مشاعرك&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;آهات تعذبك&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;آهات تؤرقك&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;عذاب يجننك&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;عذاب يقتلك&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh Heart keep whats inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never reveal it even if its annoying you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside are your cries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside are your feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cried that torture you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cries that cause insomina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Torture that makes you crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Torture that kills you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1997 (the first year I left for studies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;رغم الفراق سأظل صامدة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;رغم البعد سأظل موجودة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;عبقي سيظل يجول و يصول&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;في هذه الغرفة ذات الجدران الأربعة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;سأظل كالوردة الموجودة بغرفتي&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;حية رغم كل شيء&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ستبقى وسأبقى معها&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite being away I will be strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite the distance I will still be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my smell will go around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in this room with 4 walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be like the rose in my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alive despite everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she will live, and I will too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(march 1998)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;للشمس مشتاقة عيني &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;للبحر للصحراء والجبل&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;لعمان الخير لوطني&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;لحبي وسعدي والأمل&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;بعيدة أنا بجسدي&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;روحي هناك منذ الأزل&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eyes is missing the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sea, the desert and the mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to Good Oman, my land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my love, happiness and hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am away with my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my soul is everlasting there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;( May 1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;إقتليني و إجرحيني&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;إطعنيني بسكينيك الدامي 100 مرة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;بعد كل هذا إفتحي الجرح&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;لن يعود الجرح يؤلمني&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;لن ينزف المزيد من الدم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;دمعت .. لا أنكر أني دمعت&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;بكيت .. نعم بدمعي الغالي بكيت&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ما كان الدمع من أجلكِ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;و لا الأنين من ألمكِ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;إنما مني أنا &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;من حزني على نفسي&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;من رقتي لحالي&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ولن أذرف دمعة من أجلكِ أبداً!ـ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurt me and kill me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and stab me with your bleeding knife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and after all that, open the wound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it wouldn't hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it wouldnt bleed more of my blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I teared, I dont deny that I teared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cried, with my precious tears I cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tears werent for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the crying wasnt from your pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but because of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt sorry for my self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I will never shed a tear for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114158319951261787?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114158319951261787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114158319951261787&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114158319951261787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114158319951261787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-my-old-diary.html' title='From my Old Diary'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114136861427072936</id><published>2006-03-03T10:45:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T10:50:14.283+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>My Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/1600/20060302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2892/627/320/20060302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new baby has joined the family of other babies :) its my new acer 1644 notebook!&lt;br /&gt;Please people keep you evil eyes away and dont i7sid (envy over) my new baby :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114136861427072936?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114136861427072936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114136861427072936&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114136861427072936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114136861427072936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-baby.html' title='My Baby!!'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114072827363050878</id><published>2006-02-24T00:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:18:28.313+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Johari's Window test</title><content type='html'>Ok I found this test in Qatar Cat's blog .. and I thought its intresting .. so whoever know me, wether personaly or through this blog, take few seconds and fill up adjectives about me (dont be too nice, I want you to be truthful :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Arabian+Princess"&gt;Johar's Window test &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how much I &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?view=Arabian+Princess"&gt;know&lt;/a&gt; myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do the negative one too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Arabian+Princess"&gt;Nohari's Window test &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know my &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari?view=Arabian+Princess"&gt;negatives&lt;/a&gt; (please dont ever hesitate to say whatever you think, I promise I wouldnt come after you with a broom :D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114072827363050878?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114072827363050878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114072827363050878&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114072827363050878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114072827363050878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/02/joharis-window-test.html' title='Johari&apos;s Window test'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114072629174145023</id><published>2006-02-24T00:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:26:40.380+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/36/103517259_a04be1c226.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/36/103517259_a04be1c226.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Oman was blessed with heavy rains. The day was sunny and hot and all of a sudden a dark cloud came and started showring the area with rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the rain causes many roads to be flooded, and it really makes the traffic slow (it took me half an hour to go from MQ to Ghubra when it usually takes 10 min) but I still think it puts me in a magical mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply Love the rain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/34/103517257_b17855437b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/103517257_b17855437b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114072629174145023?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114072629174145023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114072629174145023&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114072629174145023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114072629174145023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/02/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114020173642379291</id><published>2006-02-17T22:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:08:14.896+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>أنا والقمر</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;في ليلة مدلجة بالسواد .. وصخب السكون هو ما يمكن سماعه، جلست في علية المنزل ... وحيدة خائفة، وجدتها فرصة لأحدث صديقي القديم .. مؤنسي أيام وحدتي وغربتي .. ، إبتعدت عنه عندما إنفرجت أسارير الدنيا لي ، لم أعرف بأي وجه أقابله وأنا في أمس الحاجه إليه اليوم.ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;بصوت يملأه الخجل والوجل ، هتفت بإسمه، ردد الصدى صوتي كإعلان منه أنه رافضاً فكرة الإعتذار ، كررت النداء بصوت يتخلله أنيني وبكائي، كأني عرفت نقطة ضعفه فما أن إنتهيت إلا وسمعت صوته يناديني، صوته كان مليئاً بالإنكسار ، وكأنه يلومني على الفترة التي مضت ، ولكن السعادة سرت في دمائي وأنا أسمع صوته الرخيم، وصرخت دون أن أشعر:ـ آآآه يا قمر كم أنا بحاجة إليك ، رأيت نوره يوبص وكأنها إحدى إبتساماته المعهودة يقول فيها: ها أنا ذا لأبعد عنك الآهات!ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;أسترسلت في الشكوى والنجوى، تخلل حديثب الدموع التي أصبحت تنسكب كالمطر .. وفعلاً غسلت دموعي الآهات .. وسمعت القمر يقول بصوت يملأه الرجاء: علني أراك قريباً تبشريني؟ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;إعذرني أيها القمر، فقد كنت الرفيق أيام الوجد والشوق ، وكنت الصديق الذي أبثه حزني، تركتك بلا رحمة مني ، وها أنا ذا أتي إليك نادمة وأعدك أني سأزورك بإستمرار.ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;The moon &amp; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;In a dark night and when the noise of silence can be heared, I sat in the house's attic alone .. scared .. I took the chance to look for my old friend, the one who was my companian when I was alone &amp; away. I left him alone when the world started smiling to me, I didnt know what face should I put on after all what I've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;With a voice villed with shame, I called his name .. echo replied, as if its a way to tell me that he doesnt accept my apology. I called again, with a voice is combined by cries and tears. I knew his weakness, and he replied with a sad voice as if he complaining about the past when I left him alone. Happiness started flowing in my blood again, and I screamed without noticing: Oh my Moon, you should know how much I need you!! I saw its glow coming, like his old smiles telling me: I am here to take your sorrow away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I continued complaining, with tears falling like rain. The tears washed away my pain, and I heared the moon saying: Maybe I would hear from you soon, giving me good news?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Forgive me Oh moon, You were the friend on the days of love &amp; longiness, you were the friend I complain to. I left you without mercy, but I am here and promising you I will keep visiting you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;"Note: Long back, when I was in collage .. I used to write to the moon when I had any problems .. I used to sit in the fire escape stairs watching the moon and complaining. I am trying to do this again with this piece of writing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114020173642379291?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114020173642379291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114020173642379291&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114020173642379291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114020173642379291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_114020173642379291.html' title='أنا والقمر'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-114012377282196714</id><published>2006-02-17T00:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T01:09:20.823+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'>رسالة إلى من يهمه الأمر</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;عندما تنهمر دموعهم هماً وشوقاُ وحباً ، أتمنى حينها أن أملك عصاً سحرية تغير الأقدار وتكشف الغيب حتى أزيح عنهم همومهم وأبدل أحزانهم إبتسامات يشيع سناها في الدنا .. ولكني لا أملك هذه العصا ولا أملك تغيير الأقدار والموازين.ـ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;لذا لم يبقى لي إلا أن أكون اليد التي يستندون عليها عندما تثقل همومهم ، ولم يبقى لي إلا أن أذكرهم أن الله رحيم ولا ينسى عباده&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أنتم (تعرفون من تكونون)ـ ، أصبروا ، وأدركوا أن الخير آت مهما طال غيابه&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;ضاقت فلما أستحكمت حلقاتها ..فرجت وكنت أظنها لا تفرج ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Translation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letter to who it may concern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When they drop thier tears from pain, longliness &amp;amp; love, I wish if I had a magic stick where I can change fate, and take away thier sorrow and transfer it to smiles that glows the whole world. But I dont have this stick, and I cant change fate. I cant do anything but be the hand that would support them when thier pain is heavy on thier chests and remind them that God is here and never forget his servants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You (you know who you are), be patient and know the a brighter day would come even if it took long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-114012377282196714?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/114012377282196714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=114012377282196714&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114012377282196714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/114012377282196714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_17.html' title='رسالة إلى من يهمه الأمر'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-113994233984127125</id><published>2006-02-14T18:29:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T01:48:48.510+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر فتاة تعشق الحزن'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;وأنا مستلقية على سريري والنوم أبى أن يدغدغ عيناي التي أطبق عليها السهاد، وبدأت أسبح في بحر من الخواطر ، علني أمل وأفضل النوم، ولكن هيهات، فخيالي يؤثر الانتقال من فكرة إلى أخرى على النوم، هذه بعض ما أتذكره من تلك الخواطر : ـ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ـ عجبي .. كيف يسهل علي كتابة مشاعري في صفحات وصفحات ولكن يعجز اللسان نطق حرف من تلك المشاعر، هل هو خوف من المواجهة أم أنه الخجل؟ !! ـ&lt;br /&gt;ـ- أيمكن للإنسان أن يعيش عالمان مختلفان؟؟ عالم بين من يعرفهم وعالم بين الأسماء المستعارة! ويكون تأثير العالم الأخير مثل تأثير الأول ؟&lt;br /&gt;ـ أيمكن أن يجتمع الصبر مع اليأس؟و أن يكون اليأس هو أحد الأسلحة التي تعين على الصبر؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Translation:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While laying down in my bed and sleep refused to tickel my eyes, I started swimming in an ocean of thoughts. Hoping that I would get bored and sleep, bur NO!, my imaginations prefers to go from a thought to another. These are some of the thoughts that I still remmber:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- I wounder how can I easily write few pages about my feeling, but my tounge is not able to say a word! Is it fear of confrontation or shyness?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Can a person live two worlds? a world between people they know and another between nicknames? and the effect of the latter is as strong as the effect of the first world?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Can patience and giving up be togther? you use giving up as an excuse to be patient?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-113994233984127125?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/113994233984127125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=113994233984127125&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/113994233984127125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/113994233984127125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-113940682199461712</id><published>2006-02-08T17:29:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:56:30.566+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متفرقات'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Qatar Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;7 things to do before I die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Go to Hajj&lt;br /&gt;2- Write a book&lt;br /&gt;3- meet HM Sultan Qaboos&lt;br /&gt;4- Do something that would make people remmber me, and pray for me ..&lt;br /&gt;5- Do Sadaqa Jariya (its a donation that would last a live time and you get the reward for it as long as people are benefiting from it)&lt;br /&gt;6- Have kids&lt;br /&gt;7- Travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I can't do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Break rules (I feel guilty so easily)&lt;br /&gt;2- Criticise (I am bad at it, and I hate that!)&lt;br /&gt;3- Loose weight&lt;br /&gt;4- Stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;5- be away from the net.&lt;br /&gt;6- eat everything, I am very picky&lt;br /&gt;7- finish this list :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I always say: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Inshallah (by gods will, I say it continiously)&lt;br /&gt;2- Alsalam Alykom ( peace be one you)&lt;br /&gt;3- MashaAlla (Glory be to Allah)&lt;br /&gt;4- Ya3ni (it means, I say it even when I speak english)&lt;br /&gt;5-Exactly!!&lt;br /&gt;6- Well&lt;br /&gt;7-Excellent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 books I have loved:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Dairies of an Arabian Princess (Omani Princess Salma bint Said who was in Zanzibar and ran away with a German Soldier. Lovely book describes the life in Zanzibar on those days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Tell me why (and the series, it was very informative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Shubuhat 7awl Al-Islam, Misconceptions about Islam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Shaqat Al-Huriya ( Freedom Apartment, Novel by Ghazi Al-Qusaibi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Recently, Banat Al-Riyadh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Juro7 Al-Thakira (Memories wound, novel by Turky Al-Hamed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Ree7 Iljana (Heaven's wind, novel by Turky Al-Hamed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 movies I love to watch over and over: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Ever After&lt;br /&gt;2- Sound of Music&lt;br /&gt;Cant think of other's sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I get attracted to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- New Phones&lt;br /&gt;2- Abbayas (Black Robe women wear, I love to see the new styles)&lt;br /&gt;3- Choclates&lt;br /&gt;4- Oman!&lt;br /&gt;5- The song playing in the background of this blog! &lt;br /&gt;6- Laban (Youghurt Drink)&lt;br /&gt;7- Arabic Poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 people I want to tag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Namika&lt;br /&gt;2- Jeff (you can answer it in a comment here :) )&lt;br /&gt;3- Raed&lt;br /&gt;4- Farah (if she read this)&lt;br /&gt;5- Noor&lt;br /&gt;6- Amo&lt;br /&gt;7 - who reads my blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910122-113940682199461712?l=umqusai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/feeds/113940682199461712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910122&amp;postID=113940682199461712&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/113940682199461712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910122/posts/default/113940682199461712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umqusai.blogspot.com/2006/02/tagged-by-qatar-cat.html' title='Tagged by Qatar Cat'/><author><name>Arabian Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/39/108088935_0571de2112_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry></feed>
