<?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-8387785617728647471</id><updated>2011-09-25T17:20:55.257+03:00</updated><category term='A Best Seller'/><title type='text'>A Black Honey jar</title><subtitle type='html'>Live &amp;amp; Let Live!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-4947560333958178293</id><published>2010-06-24T20:27:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:03:25.628+03:00</updated><title type='text'>وعد الحب</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;رفقاء دربي في الحياة ، و أعني بكم أفراد أسرتي الصغيرة ، و أصدقائي ، و أعدائي ، و أبنائي القادمين من المجهول &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;أهلا بكم في حياتي! أنا أظن أننا ربما التقينا ، و اختار كل منا رفقة الآخر ، فمع الأيام تتضح لي قيمة وجودكم في حياتي ، و تتضح لي أيضا قيمة وجودي بجانبكم ، إن ما بيننا في ظني رباط مقدس ، رباط بمعاني الكلمة التقليدية ، و غير التقليدية . سواءا ألتقيتكم ، أم لم ألتق بكم بعد ، فأنا أدين لكم بوعد الحب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;أعدكم أن أحب نفسي إلى الدرجة التي تجعلني أحبكم بكل ما للكلمة من معنى.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;أعدكم بأن أتمتع بصحبتي إلى الحد الذي يجعلني أتمتع بصحبتكم جميعا من أسعدكم إلى أشقاكم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;أعدكم ، أنني سأسامحكم إذا ما أسأتم إلي ، سأوقفكم إذا ما اعتديتم على حقي ، و لن أرضى و أسكت إذا عاملتم أنفسكم بأقل مما تستحقون . إساءتكم إلي هي إساءة إلى ذواتكم أولا . سأوقفكم ، و لكني لن أنتقم منكم ، سأوقفكم لأني أحبكم.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;أعدكم بأن أحترمكم ، أحترم وقتكم ، و شخصيتكم ، و ذكاءكم ، و تميزكم ، مثلما أعدكم بأن أطالبكم بأن تحترموني و أتوقع منكم ذلك.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;أعدكم بأني سأكون طيبة مع نفسي و معكم ، سأشرككم في حياتي ، و أشارككم في حيواتكم.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;أعدكم بأني لن أخاف منكم بعد الآن ، و إذا عاملتكم بحذر فلا تعتبروا هذا خوفا ، لأن الحب هو الذي يجعلنا نتشارك في هذه الحياة ، و الحب و الخوف لا يجتمعان في قلب واحد.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;أعدكم بأن أكون شجاعة معكم و من أجلكم ، و أن أعاملكم بأنبل ما في نفسي و إن عاملتموني بأخس ما في نفوسكم ، و في نفس كل منا النبيل و الخسيس.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;أعدكم أن أكون سعيدة ، أن أبتسم و أغني ، و لا أخشى حسدكم &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;أعدكم أن لا أحبس حريتكم بدعوى الحب ، أن لا أشعركم بالذنب لأنكم تتصرفون على سجيتكم ، أن أحبكم بغض النظر عن ما تفعلون ، و إذا تهتم في طريقكم ، و عدتم إلي أن تجدوا أذرعتي مفتوحة ، أن أقبلكم كما أنتم ، و أشجعكم على تحقيق أحلامكم. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;أعدكم ، إذا جئتم تشكون إلي همومكم ، أن أذكركم فقط أن لا تتوهوا في الأكاذيب التي تختلقها عقولكم ، و عقول الخائفين ممن حولكم ، بل اتركوا عنكم الخوف ، و عيشوا شجاعة الحب.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;و أعدكم إذا جئت إليكم أشكو همي ، و نصحتموني ذات النصيحة أن أستمع إليكم ، و أرحب بكم.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;أعدكم أن أعاملكم بصدق. أن أجتنب أكاذيبي و أكاذيبكم ، أن أبتعد عن التلاعب بكم ، أن أطلب منكم ما أريد بوضوح و صراحة .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;أعدكم أن نضحك كثيرا حين نلتقي سويا ، إذا شئتم ، أن نبكي أحيانا معا ، أن أحضنكم إذا أحببتم ، و أن أطلب منكم أن تحضنوني إذا رغبت دون أن أخشى أن ترفضوا طلبي.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;أعدكم أني سأمد لكم يد الصداقة دون أن أخشى رفضها ، و أرجو أن لا  تخشوني ، فأنا كما تعرفون الآن أحبكم.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;هذا وعدي لكم ، فأنا أحبكم ، لا لحاجتي إليكم ، و لا لحاجتكم إلي ، و لكننا التقينا ، لأننا رغبنا أن نصحب بعضنا البعض في هذه الرحلة ، و منكم من سيرحل قبلي ، و منكم من سأرحل قبله ... سامحوني على كل تفريط في حقوقي أو حقوقكم ، كان يجب أن أتعلم درس الحب مرة أخرى.&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/8387785617728647471-4947560333958178293?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/4947560333958178293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=4947560333958178293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/4947560333958178293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/4947560333958178293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_24.html' title='وعد الحب'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-7846227435485781678</id><published>2010-06-14T18:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T18:46:51.929+03:00</updated><title type='text'>هل سنشعر بالحنين ذاته؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;الحنين هو السأم القديم ذاته ، و قد ارتدى ثوبا جديدا&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;كلما خرجنا من مرحلة عمرية و ودعناها فإننا في البداية نشعر بالتحرر من كثير من جهلنا و مخاوفنا غير المبررة ، و لكن مسؤوليات ، و متطلبات العالم من حولنا تفجؤنا و حتى تفجعنا أحيانا ، فنحن إلى الماضي بارتياحه و هناءته ، خاصة و أنه يخلو من المسؤوليات الجديدة التي ألقيت على عاتقنا ، و من التوقعات الاجتماعية التي تثقل أرواحنا ، حتى تئن أرواحنا من هذا الثقل ، دون أن نتصور قدرتنا على التحرر منها ، نظرا لأن وقت التحرر قد فات على أية حال.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;إننا سئمون بما نحن عليه في حاضرنا ، و لكن بدلا من أن نسعى ليكون حاضرنا هذا الذي لا نملك غيره أجمل ، و أكثر إدهاشا ، فإننا نلعنه في داخلنا و نرتد إلى أيام كنا فيها أسعد و أرخى ، أو هكذا نظن.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;إننا ننسى ، كيف أننا و نحن أطفال قد تشوقنا لندخل المدرسة ، و حين كنا في الثانوية كيف تعجلنا قيادة السيارة و حين كنا طلابا جامعيين ، كنا نفكر في العمل والدخل المستقل ، و حين توظفنا ، أصبح جل تفكيرنا هو في التقاعد ، و حين تقاعدنا أصبحنا نرتد إلى أيام طفولتنا و نقول ليتنا ، ما كبرنا!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;أتذكر جيدا كيف كان جداي رحمهما الله يتحدثان عن ماضيهما المشترك حين كانا يعيشان في منطقة المرقاب ، حينما نزور هذه المنطقة من العاصمة ، يأخذهما الحنين بعيدا في ذكريات طريفة تجعلني ، و أنا الطفلة أو المراهقة ، أتمنى لو كنت أعيش معهما أيام المرقاب و لياليها السحرية العامرة . إنني أتخيلها جميلة ، الكويت في تلك الأيام ، أجمل منها اليوم ، ففي الأمس كانت الجارة ترحب بجارتها في المرقاب في معظم الأوقات ، بدون مواعيد ، و أما جارة اليوم في العديلية أو الشامية أو الفيحاء ، فهي تطالب بأن تكون الزيارة بموعد. كنت أسمع جدتي تتذمر من أن هذا الأمر قد تغير ، و أتساءل في داخلي إن كان لجدتي _رحمها الله _ أي دور في صنع الكويت الحديثة بكل عاداتها المتغيرة . لقد كانت جدتي فعلا شابة قبل ثلاثين و أربعين عاما حين بدأت الأمور تتغير بسرعة. اليوم أنا في العشرين ، و يرعبني أن كل شيء يتغير بسرعة ، هي عاشت زمنا تغيرت فيه جغرافية و ديموغرافية الكويت تغيرا هائلا ، البيوت ثمنت ، و الناس خرجوا خارج السور ، و حدثت أمور كانت حتى خارج قدرتها على المواكبة ،و ربما تكيفت مع كونها من جيل لم يتسلح بالعلم الكافي ، ليواكب كل ما هو جديد. لم تكن جدتي رائدة في بناء بلدها ، و لكنها كانت مشاركة بالرضا و الموافقة و المسايرة و المحاكاة ، و التكيف والحنين . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;أتساءل ، إن كنا سنشعر بالحنين ذاته عند تقدمنا بالسن إلى الرميثية و العديلية و الفيحاء ، و أم الهيمان. إذا كنا سنتحسر على الزمان الذي قامت فيه المدونات بحملة ارحل ، و كان هناك مجلس أمة يوصم مرة بأنه بصام ، و مرة أخرى بأنه انبطاحي ، و هل ستصبح ساحة الإرادة رمزا لممارسة حكم الشعب للشعب بالشعب ، و التي قد يصفها البعض مجازا شوارعية ؟ هل سنشعر بالسأم ذاته ، و نهرب بالحنين إلى زمن كنا نكتب كلماته و تساؤلاته بلوحات مفاتيحنا؟&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/8387785617728647471-7846227435485781678?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/7846227435485781678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=7846227435485781678' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7846227435485781678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7846227435485781678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_14.html' title='هل سنشعر بالحنين ذاته؟'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-3987414646844502865</id><published>2010-06-07T20:17:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:39:36.590+03:00</updated><title type='text'>خفيف و ظريف!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;عزيزي المدافع عن المال العام ... ما هو آخر فيلم شاهدته على سي دي منسوخ؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;قبل عامين ، في شهر أبريل من العام 2008 ، كنت قد عقدت العزم على أن أتدرب على الجري. في ذلك الوقت ، كانت الفكرة ما تزال بعيدة ، و كنت ما أزال أصطنع لها مكانا في عالم عقلي حافل بالاحتجاجات و الاضرابات ، و حركات المقاومة السلمية ، و العنيفة على حد سواء. ربما لأنني من مواليد برج ما ، فإنني أتميز بعناد حقيقي ، و حتى لو استسلمت للمعارضة مؤقتا ، فإنني أعود لأفرض سلطتي الحكومية ، على أن يكون ذلك بأسلوب الدعاية و الترغيب ، و التحبيب ، و أنا أعتقد أنه بالنسبة لي على الأقل ، فإن هذا هو أفضل طريقة لتحقيق تغيير جذري في شخصيتي ، فلقد أجبرني أهلي و أنا صغيرة على كثير من الأمور التي ثرت على بعضها ، و بعضها الآخر ، أثور عليه في الطريق. أتذكر جيدا أننا كنا عائدتين ، أنا و شقيقتي الصغيرة إلى المنزل ، و قد أشرت إلى ممشى طويل ، و قلت لها أنني سأركض هذا الممشى العام القادم . و لكني نسيت كلامي لها ، و غرقت في بحر العام 2009 و الذي كان حافلا بالأزمات من بدايته ، و حتى نهايته . بحيث أن تراكم الضغوط جعلني في حاجة إلى استشارة نفسية . أنا الآن أحمد الله على الصعوبات التي مرت ، و الصعوبات التي تمر ، و الصعوبات القادمة ... لأنها تشحذ عنادي أكثر ، و ترفع من معدل محبتي لذاتي ... في نهاية يناير ، عاد لي التفكير في مسألة الجري ، و كنت محتاجة إلى السعادة التي يخلقها لي مجرد رؤية المتسابقات في الأولمبياد يجرين بخفة ، و رؤية أجسادهن المشكلة بالعضلات و التفكير في الشعور الذي تشعر به المتسابقة الفائزة. قلت لنفسي أن علي أن أسعد نفسي قبل أن يفوت الأوان ، و يبدو أنني بعد عامين من المراوحة و التردد و التفكير أصبحت جاهزة لهذا النوع من الأعمال ... و أقول لكم أنني في بداية جريي ، ربما لم أكن أظن أنني أستطيع أن أجري أكثر من 30 ثانية قبل أن تتقطع أنفاسي ، و أما الليلة ، فلم أكن متأكدة من أنني أستطيع الجري لثلاث دقائق ، و الآن أنا متأكدة من ذلك. قد يكون هذا زمنا متواضعا ، و لكنني أصبحت أعتنق الحقيقة التالية : مشوار الألف ميل يبدأ بخطوة.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;لقد أخطأت اليوم ، و أخشى أن لا يغفر لي الغد خطئي ، و لكن عندي أملا ، فأنا أغفر الليلة لنفسي خطئي ، و أعدني بأن أكون في الغد أفضل مني اليوم. الغد فرصة جديدة ، و أمل كبير ، و الأخطاء ، كما لحظات الفقد ، و الخسارة و الفشل ، أبواب تغلق ، لتفتح أبواب جديدة ... فأهلا بك يا غدي ، أعرف أنك ستغفر لي. و أنا أحبك &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-3987414646844502865?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-91696230152334438</id><published>2010-05-31T22:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:33:54.784+03:00</updated><title type='text'>أسطول الحرية ، و التواضع</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/TAQO9RpuvlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/thjRExJK9v0/s1600/%D8%A3%D8%B3%D8%B7%D9%88%D9%84+%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%AD%D8%B1%D9%8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477519492662607442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/TAQO9RpuvlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/thjRExJK9v0/s320/%D8%A3%D8%B3%D8%B7%D9%88%D9%84+%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%AD%D8%B1%D9%8A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أولا ، أود التعبير عن مشاركتي للناشطين الشجعان المشاركين في أسطول الحرية ، كويتيين و غير كويتيين، و خاصة من الأخوة الأتراك الذين هوجمت سفينتهم حزنهم على الضحايا و المجروحين ، و ندعو الله أن يطلق سراح جميع من اعتقلوا من بينهم ، و أن يرحم الله جميع من سقطوا قتلى في هذا الموقف الإنساني المشرف ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ما قمتم به هو عمل إنساني بمعنى الكلمة ، اشتركت فيه ضمائر الناس من كل شكل و لون ، و قد واجهتمونا جميعا بمسؤوليتنا التضامنية عن رفاه كل إنسان على الأرض ... و نرجو أن لا تشوه السياسة و لا تلوث عملكم المحمل بنواياكم النظيفة ، و أن تكونوا قدوة لمن بعدكم في مجال التضامن الإنساني على وجه الأرض ، و ندعو الله أن يرزقنا المشاركة في أسطول الحرية القادم .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;يقول المثل : " خذوا الحكمة من أفواه المجانين". و الحق أن الحكمة لا تقتصر على المجانين ، حيث أن المجانين يقعون على ما يبدو في آخر سلم المجتمع الإنساني العاقل ، و لكن هناك الكثيرمن المستضعفين على الأرض من فئات مختلفة ، نراها أدنى منا ، و لكن لديهم كثيرا مما يمكن أن يعلمونا إياه لو كنا نتواضع لنتعلم . من هذه الفئات المستضعفة ، الأطفال ، نعم أطفالنا نرى أنفسنا أعلى منهم ، ربما لأنهم سذج لا خبرة لهم في ضروب الحياة و دروبها ، و لكنهم أحيانا يمكن أن يأتوننا بالإجابات التي نبحث عنها ... و المعروف أننا في خلال مسيرتنا في الحياة نفتقر إلى السعادة و الإبداع بقدر ابتعادنا عن مظاهر الطفولة التي لا تفارقنا ، إنما ندفنها و نصد عنها. و الأمر ذاته مع الخدم ، فأنا مثلا أحاول تعلم لغة خادمتنا ، اللغة الهندية لاعتقادي بأن الهند هي حضارة و جذور و لغة و أهمية ، و ثروة بشرية عظيمة لا تقل عظمة عن أي ثقافة أخرى ، فمن سيعلمني الهندية كامرأة تستخدمها لغة لها ( لغة من اللغات التي تستطيع التحدث بها ) و لكني أدركت أني إذا أردت التعلم فعلي أن أتواضع ، و علي أن أتركها تقود ، و أدرك أيضا أن هذا يسعدها. الحق أنه يسعد كلينا ، و هو نوع من التعامل الكل فيه يفوز بشيء ما . إذ أن امتلاك القدرة على إعطاء شيء أو تلقيه هي على أية حال جوهر العلاقات الإنسانية.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;من هؤلاء الناس ، الذين يعتبرون في منزلة أقل من منزلتك ، و الذين تعتقد أن لديهم شيئا مهما يعلمونك إياه؟ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-91696230152334438?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/91696230152334438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=91696230152334438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/91696230152334438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/91696230152334438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_31.html' title='أسطول الحرية ، و التواضع'/><author><name>Black 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عبد&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;الله بوفتين&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;، و السيد حسن نصر الله. أعجبني نصر الله و هو هادئ ، في حين أني كنت أقلب المحطة حينما كان يلقي خطابات جماهيرية تتسبب هي ، و مثيلاتها من الخطابات من أي اتجاه كانت باضطراب ، و احتقان نفسي لا حاجة لي به ، لهذا شاهدت المقابلة حتى نهايتها و في داخلي شكرت المذيع ، و الضيف عليها. لقد أقنعني حسن نصر الله بأن أتحول إلى اهتمام شخصي أكبر بالقضية الفلسطينية ، و أنحي جانبا كل " الزعل" الذي رضعته فكريا باعتباري مررت بتجربة الغزو و &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;عشت الجو الذي خلفته منذ الصغر ، فتكونت لدي عقدة أسمها الفلسطينيون أو دول الضد ، و ما شابه ذلك من مسميات تنم عن حالة من الغضب الشعبي على موقف بعض الدول و الشعوب العربية من غزو الكويت. قال حسن نصرالله أن فلسطين هي قضية كل العرب ، و كل المسلمين ، و أعتقد أنها أيضا قضية كل إنسان يهتم بالإنسان من حوله أيا كانت جنسيته أو انتماؤه . لقد قررت على إثر ذلك أن أتجاوز هذا "الزعل" ، و أبدأ بحثي الخاص عن فلسطين و الفلسطينيين ، و القضية الفلسطينية ، و إسرائيل ، و تاريخ الاحتلال ، و أن أضخ الحياة عمليا في هذه المساحة المعطوبة في شعوري نتيجة للغضب الذي ورثته عن مجتمعي بغير اختيار (حيث كان سني أصغر من أختار بوعي) . يوم الأحد ، أو يوم السبت ذهبت في زيارة إلى مكتبة بحثا عن كتاب أبدأ به اطلاعاتي بخصوص المسألة ، و وجدت الكتاب المناسب . نعم هو الكتاب المناسب ، فهو كتاب ألفه فلسطيني ، عن رحلة اغترابه عن بلده ثلاثين عاما ، و دخوله إليها أخيرا زائر ، و هو كتاب لشاعر لا سياسي ، ومع أنني لم أقرأ الكتاب حتى نهايته ، إلا أنني أجده إنسانيا ، يسمي الاحتلال احتلالا ، و لكنه رقيق ، و لا مرارة فيه ، بحيث أنه حتى الإسرائيلي قد يتجاسرمن قراءة الصفحات الأولى على الاستمرار في قراءة الكتاب حتى يحس بمقدار الألم و الغربة التي تسبب بها لمريد البرغوثي و مواطنيه.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أنا أشكر السيد حسن نصر الله ، و مريد البرغوثي مؤلف كتاب (رأيت رام الله) و أشكر الصدفة الحسنة التي جمعتهما&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;على معا في عقلي و&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;شعوري&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&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/8387785617728647471-4568906830097650085?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/4568906830097650085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=4568906830097650085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/4568906830097650085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/4568906830097650085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='نصر الله و رام الله'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1778934515634198947</id><published>2010-03-29T20:19:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:03:26.116+03:00</updated><title type='text'>عزيزي ، روض تنينك</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S7DrJsxBZcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nHTOPhmgpNk/s1600/train-your-dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454117700613793218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S7DrJsxBZcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nHTOPhmgpNk/s320/train-your-dragon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I my self am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Augusten Burroughs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;من هو هذا التنين الذي يرعبك في الحياة؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;من الذي ينفث نارا في وجهك كل صباح و كل مساء. من الذي يزأر في مكان عملك حين&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ترتكب خطأ الاقتراب منه ، من الذي يفتح فمه لافتراسك؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;قد يكون هذا التنين ابنتك أو ابنك ، أو أباك أو أمك ( نعم ، لا تستغربوا ذلك فالوالدان قابلان للتحول إلى تنانين) ، و قد يكون رئيسك ، أو زميلك في العمل ، أو أختك أو أخوك ، أو حتى شريك حياتك ... لكن بالطبع ، حتى لا ننسى ما لا ينبغي أن ينسى ... قد لا يكون هذا التنين إلا أنت.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;إذا كنت قد جربت في الماضي إخافته ففشلت ، أو شعرت بتأنيب الضمير لأنك تجاوزت حدودك و ((قهرته)) _ و هذا يحدث غالبا مع الآباء ، و نادرا ما يشعر به رؤساء العمل_ و إذا كنت مقتنعا تماما من عدم جدوى الخضوع له _ لأنك ستشعر بذلك عاجلا أم آجلا حين يتمادى في جرح كبريائك _ سيكون عليك أن تختار بين أن تكون مرتهنا ((للمعركة)) الأبدية بينك و بينه و التي أشك أن ينتصر فيها أحد _ خاصة إذا كان التنين شخصا غاليا عليك_ أو أن تخرج تماما من مجال المعركة ، و ترتفع بالعلاقة إلى مجال آخر ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;هل يمكنك أن تتعاطف معه الليلة ؟ أن تحاول أن تجد الحق فيما يقول لك؟ على الأقل هل يمكنك أن تكتفي بالاستماع إليه بإنصات منحيا أحكامك جانبا لدقيقة واحدة ؟ ( لأنك حينها قد تفهم دوافعه الحقيقية ، و فجأة يعود التنين مجرد إنسان آخر تحبه للغاية ) ، هل يمكنك مثلا أن تعقد بينكما هدنة لبعض الوقت فقط ، و تفكرا معا بالسلام كل الوقت؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الأهم من ذلك ، إن كان التنين هو أنت ، أو أنك تشعر أن تنينا يزأر في داخلك و يخيفك زئيره ، أو تشعر أنه قد يهجم عليك و يدمرك ، قد يكون هذا التنين أي شيء (خوفا مكتوما ، غيظا لم تنفس عنه ، جرحا قديما في كرامتك ، اعتداءا جسديا / جنسيا/عاطفيا ، شعورا غامضا بالذنب أو بالخزي ، إلخ...) ، هل تنوي الاستسلام له؟ هل تنوي بالأحرى الاستسلام لخوفك منه ؟ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;إن جروحك الداخلية لن تمتص دمك ، حتى أنها لن تنفث نارا في وجهك ، و حتى لو نفثت لهبا ، فلا تفهمها خطأ ، إنها سعيدة بقدومك!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;إن كان تنينك فيك ، فلا تقهره ، و لا تقمعه ، أطلقه ، حرا ، شامخا ، منتصرا ، و سعيدا&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;و حظا موفقا&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* To the people who made (How To Train Your Dragon), Thank You :)&lt;/strong&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/8387785617728647471-1778934515634198947?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1778934515634198947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1778934515634198947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1778934515634198947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1778934515634198947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='عزيزي ، روض تنينك'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S7DrJsxBZcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nHTOPhmgpNk/s72-c/train-your-dragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-533103790195130922</id><published>2010-02-20T10:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:28:43.448+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To My frizzy Hair with Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S3-dIKoUkOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/K5nGxql4BSw/s1600-h/FRIZZY+HAIR+GIRL+SOAP+DISH.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S3-dIKoUkOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/K5nGxql4BSw/s320/FRIZZY+HAIR+GIRL+SOAP+DISH.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440239638504837346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;" Good morning frizz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I think about you all the time. All kinds of evil thoughts come to my mind about you. You're so hard, so difficult to deal with that after I finish combing you I feel like I have run the marathon. Please forgive me for making fun of you, but isn't that a progress I made?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;For in the past I was ashamed of you, I hated you, I wanted you to vanish, to change, and to leave me alone. I didn't ever think I will look at you one day, and laugh as hard as I could. Laugh in joy because I accept you even when you're out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I have discovered that you're like me. You're a difficult child with a purpose. You're like the kid who's living inside me and marches for her freedom every single morning causing me the same headache that a difficult child causes his ignorant mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But some mums know better. I know better too. Such mums know that a difficult child is still a child. She's so fragile in the inside. She still wants love, and a shoulder to carry her. She still wants the hugs and the kisses. She still believes that play time is a "time" borrowed from heaven, and homework time is a time 'stolen from hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I have read this prayer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;God Grant Me The Serenity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;To Accept The Things I Cannot Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Courage To Change The Things I Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And The Wisdom To Know The Difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's called the serenity prayer. I have decided to be serene when you're out of control. To love, nurture, and respect you like me difficult child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;and you've got to know, that by all means you can stop being difficult any time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8387785617728647471-533103790195130922?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/533103790195130922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=533103790195130922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/533103790195130922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/533103790195130922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-my-frizzy-hair-with-love.html' title='To My frizzy Hair with Love'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S3-dIKoUkOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/K5nGxql4BSw/s72-c/FRIZZY+HAIR+GIRL+SOAP+DISH.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-5118605763103388145</id><published>2010-02-09T12:37:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:16:17.384+03:00</updated><title type='text'>دكتورة ابتهال</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S3E0fhLVOYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HTSlEjsiuF0/s1600-h/IbtehalAlKhatib01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436183941299386754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S3E0fhLVOYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HTSlEjsiuF0/s320/IbtehalAlKhatib01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;أنا ابتهال الخطيب ، جلست في حجر والدي و أنا في&lt;br /&gt;السابعة من عمري ، على يمينه خريطة تشرح مسيرة الرسول و آل بيته ، قصة عميقة ببعد&lt;br /&gt;السرد التاريخي و الاجتماعي الذي زودني والدي به ، على يساره كتب شكسبير بالعربية&lt;br /&gt;المبسطة للأطفال ، أول كتب تشعل ولعي بالأدب ، فوقها إهداؤه الشعري الأول ، ديوان&lt;br /&gt;بدر شاكر السياب، نعم ، لطفلة في السابعة ، و أمامه كتب الفلاسفة الذين قتلتهم&lt;br /&gt;آراؤهم، فكانت الصورة متكاملة لما يريدني أن أكون هذا الرجل العظيم، و كنت أنا ،&lt;br /&gt;قارئة نهمة ، قلبي متعطش لكل معلومة ، و لكل سؤال عندي سؤال آخر يحيي البحث في نفسي&lt;br /&gt;و يبقيني حية قلبا و روحا و عقلا&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ما سلف هو اقتباس من مقالة الدكتورة ابتهال الخطيب المنشورة في جريدة الراي في عدد هذا الصباح. هناك الكثير من الجدل و اللغط ( المتوقع) لما دار و عبرت عنه الدكتورة ابتهال في مقابلتها في برنامج بدون رقابة على قناة إل بي سي الفضائية اللبنانية . و الحديث الذي يهمني هو ليس التعبير عن إعجابي الكبير بشجاعتها في قول هذه الآراء التي أدلت بها ، و مواجهة كل اللغط المحتمل الذي قد تسببه ، و الذي بدأ بعد نهاية المقابلة مباشرة كما كتبت الدكتورة في مقال سابق لها في جريدة أوان ، بل ما يدفعني للكتابة عنها اليوم ، هو ذلك الاقتباس الذي يعد داعما ، و محرضا لمسيرة حياة إنسان متميز في الحياة. إن هذه الفقرة ترسم صورة ذهنية عميقة ، أستطيع أن أسميها صورة القدر . لكل منا قدر في الحياة ، و لكل منا غرض في الوجود ، و صورة الدكتورة ابتهال في السابعة محتضنة من قبل من اعتبرته في تلك السن الصغير موطنا للحماية و الأمان ، و مثلا أعلى في الحياة ، و محاطة بالكتب التي كونت اهتماماتها الأدبية و الفلسفية و الفكرية في الحياة ، و أمامها كتب تشي بالمصير ، و الثمن الذي قد تدفعه لتكون ابتهال ، كل هذه أمور تنبئني ، أنها كانت تقول ما تقول إيمانا به ، لا رغبة في تدمير حياة الآخرين ، و زعزعة نفوسهم ، و لا إحساسا في داخلها بالوجل ، و الاضطراب ، بل إنها تخبئ بين ثنايا ذاكرتها هذه الصورة التي تدعو للثبات ، و تبشر بالحماية ، و تستقر النفس إزاءها كونها الحقيقة الداخلية الباقية التي لا تؤدي أي حقيقة خارجية مهما بدت قوتها ، إلى محوها ، أو حتى تهميشها . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;حينما يسعى المرء إلى تحقيق ذاته ، و إلى أن يكون نفسه إزاء مجتمع يقاوم استقلال الأفراد ، و بلا هوادة يحارب فرديتهم ، و يسعى إلى ضمهم في مجموعات و قبائل و استعمالهم دروعا بشرية في حروبه السياسية و القبلية و الطائفية و الايدلوجية ، يجب أن يتوقع هذا الفرد إذن هذا الكم الهائل من الهجوم ، و أن يعتبره كثير من الناس دخيلا على المجتمع ، و حتى متطفلا على الدنيا ، و متعديا على نواميس الحياة ، فنواميس الحياة هي ما يرونه هم صحيحا. الإنسان المحقق لذاته يأبى الانسياق خلف هذه الشعارات الهدامة ، و لا يخاف مواجهة هذه المقاومة ، و حتى لو لم يفز بمقاييس البشر فقد فاز بنفسه ، بمثله ، و مبادئه &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;و عقله ، و غدا تأتي أجيال تمجد اسمه ، لأن الإنسان الذي يتجرأ على أن يكون نفسه ، تمجده الحياة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هذا رأيي و هذه هي طريقتي في دعمك أيتها الدكتورة الفاضلة ، و لا أسألك أن تكوني عند حسن ظننا بك ولكني أسألك أن تكوني دائما عند حسن ظنك بنفسك.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-5118605763103388145?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/5118605763103388145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=5118605763103388145' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5118605763103388145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5118605763103388145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_09.html' title='دكتورة ابتهال'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S3E0fhLVOYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HTSlEjsiuF0/s72-c/IbtehalAlKhatib01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-7823940402756962106</id><published>2010-02-06T17:23:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:35:47.112+03:00</updated><title type='text'>فنانو الكونكريت (و أنواع الجدران الأخرى!)ذ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S26ybcpn9iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zyIN6LR22tk/s1600-h/marina+0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435477984899757602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S26ybcpn9iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zyIN6LR22tk/s320/marina+0021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S26ya5PneMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4-1uWQdC8Z0/s1600-h/BerlinWall4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435477975395432642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S26ya5PneMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4-1uWQdC8Z0/s320/BerlinWall4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S26v9D3_EcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xQMFq9jFu6s/s1600-h/marina+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S26uAFyTY9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KTpAcXVDbCI/s1600-h/BerlinWall3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ما هو الكونكريت؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;كائن غير حي تمتاز به المدن على غيرها من الأماكن ، مسلوب الحياة ، مسلوب الإرادة ، و لا صوت له ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;لونه رمادي ، و حالته صلبة جدا ، يستخدم في بناء مختلف الجدران و الحوائط الفاصلة بين الناس و الناس ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ما هو الفنان ؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;كائن حي ، غالبا هو إنسان ، و أحيانا يكون مخلوقا رهيف الشعور ، أرهف من شعور الإنسان بالتعريف الرسمي. نابض بالحياة ، مسكون بإرادته ، يتمنى أن يصرخ ما في أعماقه ... له ألوان متعددة ، و ذوق لا يجوز تجاهله في اختيار الألوان... تستخدمه المدينة بعد ترويضه ، و قص أجنحته في بنائها ، و تجميلها ، و تزيينها ، و أحيانا تزييف سمعة متألقة لها ... و لأنه كائن مسكون بإرادته ، فقد يرفض ذلك!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;حين يسأل الناس عن الفنان يقولون : من هو الفنان؟ لا ما هو الفنان.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;من هو فنان الكونكريت؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;هو فنان ، غالبا ما يكون مراهقا ممنوعا منذ طفولته الأولى من احتراف الشخبطة على الجدران في منزله ، يحب تعدد الألوان ، و يبحث في المساحات الكونكريتية الخالية ، و في الجدران المدنية المزيفة عن مكان لإلهام روحه ، و التعبير عن إرادته ... ينحو في ذلك منحى إبداعيا ، فوضويا أحيانا ، فظا أحيانا ، بذيئا أحيانا و ملونا أحيانا ... يكتب على الجدران أسماء أبطاله الحقيقيين ، يعبر عن رغبته في التمرد على الواقع الذي ينشغل البالغون من الناس في الشكوى و التذمر منه ، يتعالى على القوانين التي تتعالى على احتياجاته النفسية الفريدة ، و يرفض طاعة الأوامر. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;قد يترك توقيعا غامضا يعبر عن شخصيته أكثر من اسمه الذي منحه إياه والداه ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;فن الكونكريت:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; هو لون من ألوان ممارسة الناس للتعبير عن الذات عن طريق الفن حيث تعيش صورهم ، و خيالات أرواحهم على الجدران&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الأدوات المستخدمة&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : صبغ الرش و أشياء أخرى&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ملاحظة&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: الصورة الأولى &lt;em&gt;من مكان ما في دولة الكويت&lt;/em&gt; ، و الصورة الثانية لجدار برلين الشهير ، و الشكر في الحصول عليها يعود للسيد الانترنت&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/8387785617728647471-7823940402756962106?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/7823940402756962106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=7823940402756962106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7823940402756962106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7823940402756962106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='فنانو الكونكريت (و أنواع الجدران الأخرى!)ذ'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S26ybcpn9iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zyIN6LR22tk/s72-c/marina+0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-2777348511075648201</id><published>2010-01-10T14:41:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:34:57.085+03:00</updated><title type='text'>حادثة حصة الرياضيات</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S0nD-I-5HhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uhBIQLIe9Fw/s1600-h/thumbnailCAV5CVY4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425082698475052562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S0nD-I-5HhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uhBIQLIe9Fw/s320/thumbnailCAV5CVY4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كنت أعرف جيدا ما علي فعله . كنت صغيرة لكني لم أكن أجيد السماح لنفسي بالوقوع في الأخطاء. ربما كانت العلامات الكاملة هي شخصيتي ، و سبب وجودي على كوكب الأرض ! ربما ، أو هكذا خيل لي ، أني لو أخطأت هذا النهار فإن الكارما تخبئ لي أمورا سيئة جدا ، أمورا مرعبة مثل الذي حصل.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;شققت طريقي من مؤخرة الفصل. هي التي نادتني ، كانت تنوي ربما أن تعلم البقية درسا عن مدى أهمية أن ينتبهوا إلى ما كانت تقول . ربما كانت محترقة وظيفيا ، أو ربما كان هناك ما يعكر صفوها هذا الصباح. المهم أنها اتخذت قرار الخروج من البيت ، و كان سيسعدنا لو أنها بقيت فيه حتى نقضي حصة الرياضيات المفقودة في اللعب.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هي التي نادتني ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ربما لأنني كنت أجيد حل تلك المسألة ، أجيد تقريب هذه الأرقام . ربما لأن جدي يدرسني ليلة الامتحان ، و أقاوم النعاس حتى أنتبه إلى ما يقول ، النعاس الذي يختفي ما إن ننتهي من دراسة الرياضيات . لا أعرف ، ربما لأن حظي كان سيئا .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;على اللوحة السوداء ، كتبت قدري ... كتبت نصيبي لهذا اليوم ، كتبت رقما خطأ ، و انهالت علي العواطف كالطوفان.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أصبت بالذهول ! ربما ، و لكن الصراخ الذي قرع أبواب قلبي بقوة ، الاتهامات المجلجلة بالفشل ، الهلع الذي جلبته علي كلماتها المفزعة تلك . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أود أن أسامحها ... لكن أ ليس لي أن ألومها أولا ؟&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/8387785617728647471-2777348511075648201?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2777348511075648201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=2777348511075648201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2777348511075648201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2777348511075648201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_10.html' title='حادثة حصة الرياضيات'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S0nD-I-5HhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uhBIQLIe9Fw/s72-c/thumbnailCAV5CVY4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-4915909588292785027</id><published>2010-01-08T08:09:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:27:28.169+03:00</updated><title type='text'>بين الحلم و الواقع</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S0bBWDpVCgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WGeWT9yOic4/s1600-h/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424235385894275586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S0bBWDpVCgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WGeWT9yOic4/s320/dream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ما هو الفرق بين الواقع و الحلم؟&lt;br /&gt;أ ليس الحلم واقعا بديلا؟&lt;br /&gt;واقعا تنتجه عقولنا ، و تقوم فيه بابتداع منطق جديد ، ننساق معه ، و ننغمس فيه بأصدق جزء من نفوسنا. عواطفنا ، مشاعرنا التي كذبناها ، و كبتناها ، و منعنا عنها الأكسجين إلا قليلا منه يكفي لكي تبقى حية؟ المنطق الجديد يسمح لها بالنفاد بجلدها . لكننا نستيقظ بعد ذلك ، و ننبذ الحلم ، و نعود إلى واقعنا بمنطقه ، بقوته و ضعفه ، و خططنا و آرائنا ، و وجهات نظرنا ، و حتى أقنعتنا التي نرتديها، و أدوارنا التي نلعبها.&lt;br /&gt;سؤال مطروح : هل هناك فرق حقيقي و ملموس بين الواقع و الحلم ، أم أن كليهما ليسا إلا إنتاج و إعادة إنتاج ، و مونتاج و ترتيب مشاهد تقوم بها عقولنا بقدراتها الفذة الخلاقة؟ &lt;/span&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/8387785617728647471-4915909588292785027?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/4915909588292785027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=4915909588292785027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/4915909588292785027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/4915909588292785027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_08.html' title='بين الحلم و الواقع'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S0bBWDpVCgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WGeWT9yOic4/s72-c/dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-504711522748230371</id><published>2010-01-06T18:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:53:19.841+03:00</updated><title type='text'>قوة الكلمات</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;هذا فيديو مقدم من منظمة العفو الدولية حول حقوق الإنسان&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S0SnfbgWIsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Siu30Kr-IWc/s1600-h/thumbnailCAMCTWA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423644009662128834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S0SnfbgWIsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Siu30Kr-IWc/s320/thumbnailCAMCTWA1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S0Sl-kV49xI/AAAAAAAAADw/6400pJhsSbc/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;قد يبدو هذا غريبا ، أو لا يجدر بي التصريح به ، و لكن للبوح موعدا لا يخلفه... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أمي...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أنا أتذكرك. كنت صغيرة ، و لكن الذكرى لم تمح من بالي. ذكرى الدهشة الأولى التي ترافقت مع لقائي بك ، أجمل امرأة في الكون بلا منازع. بل أنت الكون ، و أنا المخلوقة التي تجول فيه ، صحراء جئت منها إلى بستانك . من هناك أتيت حيث موازين الجمال تبدو مختلة . أنت استقبلتني ، أنت صاحبتني ، و أنت تركتني و نأيت عني . أنت رحلت عني ، فارتحلت بحثا عنك.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;هل تذكرين ذاك المساء؟ كنت صغيرة ، أقف فيصل رأسي إلى وسطك. لكني لا أنظر إلا إلى الأعلى ، إلى وجهك . فأنت مثل رسولة إلي ، إلى أمتي أنا ، دونا عن أمم الناس. منك تعلمت الجمال ، و إليه هاجرت...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;هاجرت ، و تركت نفسي.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;تركت صورتي في المرآة تحيا و تكبر ، و يطول أمد انتظارها ، فتغزوها آثار الإهمال!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أمي ... سألت نفسي ... منذ ذلك اليوم ، بكل براءة حينا ، و بكل تأسف حينا ، سألت نفسي : لماذا أنت أجمل مني؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;لماذا لا أشبهك؟ لماذا أعرف في داخلي أني لن أقف مثلما كنت تقفين، شابة سمراء فاتحة اللون ، بشعر طويل و ناعم ؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;لماذا أصبحت داكنة هكذا؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و لم شعري أجعد ، و قاس ؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و لماذا علي القبول بجسدي؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و لماذا أشعر في أعماقي أني نصف امرأة؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;فأنت الكمال ، وأنا ضد الكمال.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و أنت الجمال ، و أنا نصف الجمال.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و أنت الكون و أنا ذرة فيه ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و أنت أمي و أنا ابنتك ، لكني لا أشبهك&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/8387785617728647471-103464847273090568?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/103464847273090568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=103464847273090568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/103464847273090568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/103464847273090568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_06.html' title='أنا لا أشبهك!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S0SnfbgWIsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Siu30Kr-IWc/s72-c/thumbnailCAMCTWA1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-5540336453448737219</id><published>2010-01-05T20:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:20:53.171+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S0N0z3bTBII/AAAAAAAAADk/ZC6s4ElrZU4/s1600-h/thumbnailCA6FDMJV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423306810684802178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S0N0z3bTBII/AAAAAAAAADk/ZC6s4ElrZU4/s320/thumbnailCA6FDMJV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;كان عصرا خابيا ، نهارا مودعا بعيدا. أجلس أنا في غرفة معيشتنا الصغيرة القبيحة التي أتذكرها من أيام الغزو و لياليه. بأي حال لم يكن قد مر على الغزو سوى أشهر. كان اليوم المدرسي عاديا جدا ، ربما كان حافلا بالتوتر لأنني كنت أشعر بألم حارق . كان همي هو أن أكتب الكلمة الأخيرة في الإملاء قبل أن تأتي المعلمة الصارمة و تسحب الورقة من بين يدي الصغيرتين المتشبثتين بالقلم الرصاص. هل من مبرر لكل هذه العجلة التي أربكتني ؟ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;النهار يستعجل الليل في هذه اللحظة ، و الليل يتسلل ملقيا حريره الأحمر المتوهج على خد النهار، و أنا بيني و بين قلمي و ورقتي أختبر النجاح. لم يكن ثمة من يراقبني. كنت أتمنى لو أنني حينها ركضت إلى والدتي أو إلى جدتي التي لا يختلف خطها كثيرا عن خطي و أنا في الثامنة ، و أخبرتهم أنني كتبت كلمة " أحب" ، و أنني شكلتها ، و أنني لم أحتج إلى المعلمة المستعجلة قصيرة النظر . تلك التي لم تراع قلبي المرتعش ، و لم تبث فيه الأمل أبدا . تلك التي صفعت روحي حين سحبت الورقة من بين يدي. ليتها نظرت في عيني ، و لم تستعجل، لربما اقتنصت فيهما لحظة الولادة الجديدة ، و كلمة &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;أحب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/8387785617728647471-5540336453448737219?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/5540336453448737219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=5540336453448737219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5540336453448737219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5540336453448737219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S0N0z3bTBII/AAAAAAAAADk/ZC6s4ElrZU4/s72-c/thumbnailCA6FDMJV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-2759007585793602622</id><published>2010-01-04T16:47:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:29:09.745+03:00</updated><title type='text'>كتابة سيرة ذاتية</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S0H66wHwxSI/AAAAAAAAADc/SPfsizkwXvU/s1600-h/writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422891313587602722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/S0H66wHwxSI/AAAAAAAAADc/SPfsizkwXvU/s320/writing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;أكتب أسمي في بداية أول سطر ، تماما مثلما كتبته أول مرة . إنما أنا لا أذكر أول مرة كتبت فيها حروف اسمي ، و لكني أذكر كيف كتبت عبارة رديفة لذاتي صرت مولعة بها فيما بعد ، و صرت أرددها و أكتبها ، و حتى أدخل حروفها من أول كيبورد رأيته في حياتي.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;أما هذا الكيبورد ، فكان رمادي اللون كبيرا على حجري الصغير ، و كانوا يسمونه (لوحة المفاتيح) . لوحة المفاتيح الكبيرة هذه تحولت إلى جهاز صغير أضعه على حجري ، له كيبورد أصغر حجما ، و لكن يفي بالغرض.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;أما العبارة التي ترادفت مع محاولات الأولى ، فلها قصة . ذلك أني كنت زهرة في الثامنة ، لا توشك على الذبول بعد ، و قد جاهدت جهادا عسيرا في لملمة الحروف الأبجدية المتناثرة في عقلي ، و لم أعرف من لسان العرب غير ( أنا آكل) و مشتقاتها الفاتحة للشهية. ثم إنني جلست عصر ذلك اليوم لأخوض مغامرة بريئة . فأمسكت بقلمي ، و حاولت أن أكتب أول جملة كان لها معنى عندي . كتبت بخطي الصغير المتعثر ، الذي حاولت فيه كل الحروف أن تبرز شخصيتها بعيدا عن متطلبات الانسيابية و الجمال ، عبارة : "أنا أحب" و كانت تلك محاولتي الأولى . كانت محاولة ناجحة ، و لعلها كانت أيضا محاولة سحرية ، أنظر فيها متأملة اليوم ، و أتحسر على أوراقي القديمة التي اصفرت ، و لم أحتفظ بها شاهدا على أي نوع من براءة المحاولات . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;أكتب اسمي في بداية السطر ، ثم أكتب أول آثاري ... فأنا أحب&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/8387785617728647471-2759007585793602622?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2759007585793602622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=2759007585793602622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2759007585793602622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-5917780000576694454</id><published>2010-01-03T09:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:55:13.577+03:00</updated><title type='text'>كورال الفيحاء</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNNzhnnmGDQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNNzhnnmGDQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;أنصح بالاستمتاع به حتى النهاية ، مع العلم بأنه لا يحتوي إلا على موسيقى الأصوات البشرية لمن &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;يرغبون عن&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; الاستماع إلى الآلات الموسيقية.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-5917780000576694454?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/5917780000576694454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=5917780000576694454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5917780000576694454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5917780000576694454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='كورال الفيحاء'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1355992971846574764</id><published>2010-01-01T16:01:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:15:40.112+03:00</updated><title type='text'>كويتيات 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هذه قصاصات من مقالات و أخبار جمعتها من مخلفات العام الماضي التي يمكن إعادة تصنيعها بحيث تبعث الحياة في أوصال الجسد الكويتي المثقل بالأزمات النفسية و الصحية الأليمة . أخبار و أفكار وجدتها ترد الروح خاصة و أنها قادمة من مرحلة الصيف الكويتي الساخن غير البريء من تهمة إثارة الأعصاب و النعرات الطائفية و القبلية . بضعة أخبار أهم من الانتخابات ، و الاستجوابات و لكن مكانها عادة هو في الصفحة الأخيرة !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.awan.com/pages/last/200533"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;أنا ..و رنا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هذا عنوان المقال الذي نشرته جريدة أوان في عددها الصادر في يوم السبت 9 مايو 2009 للكاتبة سارة المكيمي. و المقال يتحدث عن قصتين ، عن قصة الكاتبة ذاتها و تطور عقليتها من الانغلاق على النفس و التشدد إلى التسامح و سعة الأفق ، و تتكلم أيضا عن قصة رنا ، هذه الفتاة التي كانت تمثل بالنسبة لها صورة الآخر المختلف و غير المقبول من قبلها أو من قبل الجماعة ( الفكرية) التي كانت تنتمي إليها في أيام دراستها الجامعية . لكونها قصة جميلة و تنطبق علي أنا شخصيا فقد استحقت أن تأخذ مكانها في لوحتي الخشبية .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alqabas.com.kw/Article.aspx?id=511264&amp;amp;date=22062009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;كويتيتان تتسلقان الهيمالايا&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;خبر صغير في الصفحة الأخيرة من عدد جريدة القبس الصادر في 22 يونيو 2009 قبل حلول يوم ميلادي بثاثة أيام. لا شك أنني كنت متلهفة لقدوم ذلك اليوم ،و لكن هذا لم يمنعني من ألاحظ هذا الخبر و أعلنه على الملأ : عبير سليمان العمر ، و حنين أحمد الرميحي ، قامتا بمغامرة مثيرة ... كان الخبر قصيرا ، و وقتها لم أجد حتى أحدا كتب عنهما أو قابلهما بخلاف هذا الخبر ، كنت أتمنى أن أعرف كيف خطرت لهما هذه الرحلة و كيف أثرت بهما. و بأي حال ، فقد أعجبتني هذه القصة أيضا فقررت الاحتفاظ بها.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.awan.com/pages/oped/205043"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;نريد نهاية سعيدة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;مقال كتبته الأكاديمية و الناشطة السياسية الكويتية د. ابتهال عبد العزيز الخطيب. كتب هذا المقال في فترة أزمة الديون العراقية في صيف عامنا هذا الساخن في عدد جريدة أوان الصادر في الثامن من يونيو 2009. كان المقال متزنا ، و مكتوبا بلغة خالية من المشاعر العدائية التي كانت المقالات الصحفية في الصفحات الأولى تؤججه على نحو مخيف يجعل قلوبنا ترتجف و نحن الذين لم نتعاف بعد من حروب الخليج ، و نعلم بوجود حروب خليجية قادمة تتمركز حول خلافات الحدود و الديون ، و المصالح السياسية المتغيرة ... كنت سأزيد على الكاتبة لأقول أن أرواحنا و مستقبل أطفالنا أولوية تفوق و تعلو على ملايين الدولارات.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;مرة أخرى أتمنى للجميع عاما سعيدا جدا جدا جدا .&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/8387785617728647471-1355992971846574764?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1355992971846574764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1355992971846574764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1355992971846574764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1355992971846574764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009.html' title='كويتيات 2009'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1525894963686871374</id><published>2010-01-01T12:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:17:21.651+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New year Kuwait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/Sz27SRBugaI/AAAAAAAAACk/3M4CJbJXdzY/s1600-h/1195613_new_year_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421695448906629538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/Sz27SRBugaI/AAAAAAAAACk/3M4CJbJXdzY/s320/1195613_new_year_2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you have a colorful new year. Hope it's colored with hope, love, and healing. Hope it's colored with calm, success, and beautiful dreams come true. Hope you buy that new car, pay that debt, build that house or go to that school. If it's not the year of ends let it be the year of beginnings. Hold on! Life has a lot to offer, and you have a lot to offer back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all and love Kuwait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أتمنى للجميع عاما ملونا بألوان الرخاء و السعادة . و علينا أن نتذكر أن الحياة مليئة بالخيرات و الهبات ، كما أننا كبشر أيضا لدينا الكثير مما نمنحه لمن حولنا ، و للحياة ، و لهذا الزمان الصعب الذي يتحدانا لنظهر أفضل ما لدينا و لا ننساق وراء نقاط ضعفنا ... و مع أننا غير مدعوين للانسياق وراء نقاط الضعف هذه ، فإننا مدعوون لكي نغفر لذواتنا زلاتنا و أخطاءنا ، و ننقي سريرتنا من كل أحقادنا و أضغاننا و لو كانت سهام هذه الأحقاد و الأضغان موجهة إلى ذواتنا.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;استمتع بمن تكون ... فأنت هبة الله إلى العالم.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;كل عام و الجميع و الكويت بخير.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1525894963686871374?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1525894963686871374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1525894963686871374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1525894963686871374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1525894963686871374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-kuwait.html' title='Happy New year Kuwait!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/Sz27SRBugaI/AAAAAAAAACk/3M4CJbJXdzY/s72-c/1195613_new_year_2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1202347737020543294</id><published>2009-11-27T12:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:37:33.048+03:00</updated><title type='text'>عساه يكون عيد الحرية</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/Sw-cg9gQwMI/AAAAAAAAACY/xYrxOdBBVlw/s1600/36Eid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408713767574880450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/Sw-cg9gQwMI/AAAAAAAAACY/xYrxOdBBVlw/s320/36Eid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; حرية التعبير المكفولة دستوريا ، هي ما نحتاجه كشعب لحل و تجاوز جميع الأزمات التي تمر بنا ، فحينها تسمع جميع الأصوات ، و تنطق كل القلوب معبرة عن ما تبطنه ، و يعرف الناس حولنا كم نحب وطننا و نخلص له ، و كم نعشق كلمة الحق ، و كم نستحق أن نعيش في الكويت ، بيتنا الواحد ، حضننا الواحد ، وسماؤنا ، و أرضنا ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عساه يكون عيد الحرية ...&lt;br /&gt;حرية التعبير في الكويت ، للمدونين ، و جميع الكويتيين&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1202347737020543294?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1202347737020543294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1202347737020543294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1202347737020543294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1202347737020543294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_27.html' title='عساه يكون عيد الحرية'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/Sw-cg9gQwMI/AAAAAAAAACY/xYrxOdBBVlw/s72-c/36Eid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-2019792160372861781</id><published>2009-11-25T22:47:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:58:57.003+03:00</updated><title type='text'>وطن النهار</title><content type='html'>ليس في جعبتي من كلام أزيده على ما دونه المدونون ، و كل ما أود قوله ، هو أننا نعيش في وطن النهار ، و نناقش كمدونين آراءنا في  وضح النهار ، لهذا فإن محاصرة محبي الوطن ، و حاملي همه ، ممن كان من السهولة الوصول إليهم ، و تهديدهم ، و منعهم ، هو مسلك في غاية الضلال .&lt;br /&gt;و نحن لا نرضاه&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-2019792160372861781?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2019792160372861781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=2019792160372861781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2019792160372861781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2019792160372861781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='وطن النهار'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-5580514937072449603</id><published>2009-10-27T18:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:40:37.574+03:00</updated><title type='text'>نشرة أخبار 9/9/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;للغوة&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; العربية ، اضغط الرقم 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;سيداتي ، آنساتي ، سادتي ، مساء الخير ، و مرحبا بكم في نشرة أخبار 9/9/2009 المتأخرة ، أعاد الله عليكم هذا اليوم البائد ، باليمن و البركات ، إليكم عناوين الأخبار...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;انتخاب الرئيس أوباما ، أول رئيس &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;أسود&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; للولايات المتحدة الأمريكية&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;خضوع السيدة كلينتون للضغوط الشعبية و قبولها بمنصب &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;وزيرة الخارجية&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;علي عبد الله صالح يقاتل الحوثيين و &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ينتصر&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; عليهم &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;انفلونزا الخنازير ترفع مستوى الوعي البشري بأهمية &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;النظافة &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;محمود عباس &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;يؤجل&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; مناقشة تقرير غولدستون&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;الانتخابات الايرانية &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;مزورة&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;الانتخابات الأفغانية &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;أيضا&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;مزورة&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;كاد &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;بعير&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; بنك الخليج أن يموت من العطش... و &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;بعير&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; الوطني بصحة جيدة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;مجموعة سعد &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;تتعس&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; هذا العام...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;رجل أعمال كويتي &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ينتحر&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;مواطنون يتوهون في المياه الإقليمية الايرانية ، &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;و يعودون&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; لحسن الحظ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;الأزمة العالمية تبتلع شطرا من أموال أهل &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;الدار&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;الحكومة اللبنانية مازالت في طور التشكيل، بانتظار أن &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;تسمح الظروف&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; الاقليمية&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;الحكم على صحافية بالجلد لارتدائها &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;البنطلون&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ، و على أخرى بالجلد للتعامل مع قناة &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;فضائية&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; غير مرخصة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;افتتاح جامعة &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;مختلطة&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; في المملكة العربية السعودية &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;الكويت ممتلئة بالشهادات &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;المزورة&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;الانتخابات البرلمانية تسفر عن عودة جميع وجوه &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;الإصلاح&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; في البلاد ، و أحلام &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;التنمية&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; تعصف بالمخيخ الكويتي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هذا و في النشرة أخبار متفرقة ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تتابعون في النشرة القادمة ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;مناورة نسر الأناضول تقطع &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;جسور المحبة&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; بين تركيا و إسرائيل ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;و &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;مناكفات نووية&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; إيرانية _ أمريكية لا تبشر بخير ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;و دمتم سالمين&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/8387785617728647471-5580514937072449603?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/5580514937072449603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=5580514937072449603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5580514937072449603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5580514937072449603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2009/10/992009.html' title='نشرة أخبار 9/9/2009'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-2646621938538392946</id><published>2009-10-16T08:48:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:24:53.554+03:00</updated><title type='text'>روعة الحياة</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life seems glorious for a while, then it seems poisonous. But you must never lose faith in it, it is glorious after all. Only you must find the glory for your self. Do not look for it either, expect in yourself; in the secret places of your spirit and in all your hidden senses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wallace Stevens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ماذا تفعل حينما لا تكون الحياة رائعة ، و لا تسير الرياح حيث تشتهي؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هل لديك خيار في مواجهة ما أسميته القدر؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هل هو القدر؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ما الفرق بين قدرك ، و بين نتائج اختياراتك؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هل أنت مسؤول عن قدرك، أم من الذي يرسمه لك؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هل تلوم الله ؟ رجال السياسة ، الدين ، و الحكومة؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هل تلوم أمك ؟ هل تلوم أباك؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هل تلوم لؤم الحياة معك ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هل تلوم أبدا نفسك؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هل أنت من مدمني لوم النفس؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;لماذا تلوم نفسك ؟ لماذا تلوم الكون؟ لماذا تلوم الناس؟ لماذا تلوم الله؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هل ينقذ اللوم الوقت الذي ينفد من بين يديك و أنت لا تدري؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;و إذا افترضنا أن الحياة فعلا ظالمة؟ فلماذا تظلم أنت نفسك؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تسألني : و هل الأمر إذن بهذه البساطة ؟ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;و أجيبك: الأمر ببساطة أن تسامح نفسك على خياراتك الخاطئة  ، و بالمناسبة ، سيغدو من السهل عليك أن تسامح الآخرين&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;الأمر ببساطة أن تقبل أن الحياة اختيارات ، و ليس مهما ما تلقيه الحياة في طريقك ، بل المهم ، ما تفعله إزاءها.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;و أقول لك : كل إناء بما فيه ينضح &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;حظا سعيدا و حياة رائعة&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/8387785617728647471-2646621938538392946?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2646621938538392946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=2646621938538392946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2646621938538392946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2646621938538392946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_16.html' title='روعة الحياة'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-8292156641228439591</id><published>2009-10-10T03:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T04:05:27.478+03:00</updated><title type='text'>عاشق كتاب</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;يسير محتضنا كتابه ، يحني رأسه فيلامس ذقنه طرفا من أطراف الغلاف. قريبا من قلبه يمسكه ، و يتمنى لو أن الكلمات تتسلل إلى جوفه&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;حروفك كحروفي&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:يقول لكتابه&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;بيد أن حروفي متناثرة و حروفك منتظمة . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أنت تفصح لي عن نفسي و تترجم لي ذاتا لا أفقه لسانها&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; يفتح صفحة ، يقرأ جملة ، و يتفكر فيها ساعة ، منشغلا بها عن الحركة في مدارات العالم&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;مرة واحدة لا تكفي لعاشق كتاب ، سيقرؤها مجددا ، فهل يشبع عاشق من النظر؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;كلامك يعيدني من غربتي إلى شواطئ الوطن. صوتي هو وسيلتك إلى قلوب الآخرين ، و حروفك وسيلتي إلى عقولهم &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أنت مرآتي ، و أنا مرآتك ، أنا خادمك، و أنت خادمي ، أنت عشيقي&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;،&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;و أنا عشيقك&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/8387785617728647471-8292156641228439591?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/8292156641228439591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=8292156641228439591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8292156641228439591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;العالم! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ينبه الإنسان نفسه ، يتلفت حوله ، و يرى ظلاما و بوادر تفتح زهور ، كون يولد من جديد ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;فتحت بوابة السماء ، و انهمر المطر...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;يغطي إنسان رأسه بيديه ، يزحف على ركبتيه ، يغرق في الوحل ، لكنه يواصل السباحة فيه ، يجدف بيديه و قدميه. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!العالم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;يتنفس إنسان الصعداء ، تستنشق عيناه نور الشمس ، يسألها :العالم ؟ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;تبتسم له ...ارجع من حيث أتيت ... لم يتغير العالم بعد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8387785617728647471-6538202961868830891?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/6538202961868830891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=6538202961868830891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/6538202961868830891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/6538202961868830891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='إنسان!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-555956089065969461</id><published>2009-09-26T14:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:01:20.386+03:00</updated><title type='text'>نسيت كل شيء</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;كما ولدتني أمي ...&lt;br /&gt;كأني ما عرفت الحزن يوما ، كأني ما سرت تحت نير الهم ، كأني ما رضعت الألم من صدرها المشحون ، كما ولدتني أمي... نبتت قواي فجأة في حدث خارق للطبيعة . اجتزت لحظة المشي الأولى ، لحظة النطق الأولى ، و قبلهما اللحظة الأولى التي أبصرت فيها النور. اجتزت طفولتي ، مراهقتي ، شغبي ، لعبي ، همومي الأولى ، أسراري الأولى ، أول لحظة ندم ، أول لحظة فوز ، أول لحظة أمل ، أول لحظة فرح ، أول صلاة ، و أول دعاء ، أول وساوس كفر ، و أول اعتقاد بإبليس ، أول معرفتي بالدين ، و التقاليد ، و كافة القيود.&lt;br /&gt;تجاوزت كل هذا ، و في لحظة استويت إنسانا ، و تساءلت في أعماقي : من أنا؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كنت امرأة ، و لكني لم أعرف ذلك ، ليس في مخزوني العقلي معلومات انتقائية عن الحياة مستوردة من العالم الخارجي ، و مرجعيتها الأساسية كلام الناس. أنا في حقيقة أمري ، لا أعرف عن نفسي غير ما يقوله عني الناس ، فهم يبصرون و أنا أبصر ، و قد تعودنا أن نرى نفس الصور ، لكننا لن نعرف على وجه اليقين صورنا في عيون الآخرين ، لذا فما من إثبات لصورتنا عن ذاتنا. إنما إثبات وجودنا هو في شكوكنا التي نحاول دفعها باليقين ، فاليقين بوجودي ، هو وجودي &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هكذا سرت في الدنيا ، ألتقط كل معلومة أراها تبرر وجودي ، و تؤطره ، و تعرفني حدوده ، كانت الشمس تعكسني ، فأرى ظلي يلاحقني ، و مؤكد أن الشمس تراني ، و إلا ما خلقت لي ظلا يحمل ملامحي الأولية.&lt;br /&gt;و كما الشمس موجودة ، كذلك القمر ، فإن كان القمر موجودا في عيني ، فهل أنا يا ترى موجودة في عينه؟ هل يراني ، و لو كنت نتفة من نقطة في لجة؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كانت الإجابات تثير في الدهشة ، و لكن المتعة كانت في طرح الأسئلة ، إذ أن أسئلتي في تطورها و نموها ، قد أثبتت لي وجودي ، لكني علمت أن لهذا الوجود أسرارا تلوح لي كالسراب ، أحن إليها كما يحن الناظر إلى السراب إلى قطرة الماء.&lt;br /&gt;أتوسلها ... أسئلتي ، أن لا تتوقف عن التدفق ، و أرجو أن لا يغادرني الاندهاش و لو شقيت في سبيله ، فلحظة اكتشاف حقيقة كلحظة النظر إلى شمس ، لاذعة ، لكن تحررية.&lt;br /&gt;لقد نسيت كل شيء &lt;/strong&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/8387785617728647471-555956089065969461?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/555956089065969461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=555956089065969461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/555956089065969461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/555956089065969461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_26.html' title='نسيت كل شيء'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1788795591991647423</id><published>2009-09-18T14:21:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:10:53.788+03:00</updated><title type='text'>علمت و سكت!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;علمت أن المستقبل مشرق أمامي ، و علمت أن علي أن أتوكأ على عزمي ، و أن أتوكأ على حبي ، و أن أسلم لخوفي في أثناء ذلك بحق الوجود ، فخوفي مثل أصوات والدين مغمورين في ثنايا الدنيا يصيحان في ولدهما الذاهب إلى قدره ، أن يرجع. !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ذاهب وفي قلبه حريق يشطره بين محبة الأصوات ، و مغبة القدر ، و بين محبة نداء قلبه ، و مغبة مخالفته. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;دعاني أذهب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;قال لهما متوسلا ، أمه متوكئة على عصا الرجاء ، و أبوه يسأله التمهل كيما لا تكسر عصاتها.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;لكن الولد شريد كفؤاده، بين مواعيد البقاء ، و مواقيت الرحيل، لا تدثره إلاعباءة صبر تكاد تسقط من على كتفيه فيمسكها .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;علمت أن الخوف و الحب مقترنان كما الموت و الحياة ، فلا خوف إلا من بعد حب ، و لا حب إلا من بعد خوف ، كما أنه لا موت إلا من بعد حياة ،و لا حياة إلا من بعد موت.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;كيف العمل إذن؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;العمل هو في قبولهما ، و استقبالهما في الأحضان. العمل في الاستماع إليهما في آن معا. على أن الحب يغلب الخوف مثلما تغلب الحياة الموت ، فنصيب المرء حياة أبدية بعد موت مؤقت ، و نصيب المرء حب أبدي من بعد خوف.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;علمت أن مستقبلي هو في الحب ، أما الخوف ، فضيف لا شك يرحل ، و مهما أبلغ الضيف في بذاءته ، وجب إكرامه ، و لم يجز طرده ، و لا يمكن.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;علمت هذا و سكت ، فانتظار الغد هدر لليوم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value=""&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1788795591991647423?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1788795591991647423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1788795591991647423' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1788795591991647423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1788795591991647423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='علمت و سكت!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-8308443319941526247</id><published>2009-09-11T14:02:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:31:15.271+03:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's the 11th of September. It's a day that demands prayers, and more prayers to get the world out of it's madness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When does the time of rest end? and the time of restlessness come again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Restlessness for a noble cause; That is what I seek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Restlessness that comes as a price of joy. Restlessness that makes the heart bound with life. The restlessness of knowing the truth. The restlessness of living a real life. The restlessness of creating anew; The restlessness of giving birth to a fresh beam of light that travils the world and beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When do these precious moments come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Says the God of Gods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His voice calm and gentle, whispering to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;asks I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;_ Now your restless questioning touches my ear. I hear your pleas, but I can hear and see beyond them. Little creature, precious as the sun and the moon and even more , Don't ask!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For you have in your hands your rest and your restlessness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your truth, your noble cause are buried within you. Your eyes can see them like it can see the light of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your noble cause, your restless moment, your real life, your new creation, your recently delivered beam of light are all in your hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Close your eyes, listen to your breath. Put your hand a little to the left and feel your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Live the now. the only moment you've got!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-8308443319941526247?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/8308443319941526247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=8308443319941526247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8308443319941526247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8308443319941526247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-days.html' title='One of the days'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-332548430609009896</id><published>2008-10-26T16:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:36:46.726+03:00</updated><title type='text'>يارب العالمين!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;اللهم إني أسألك .... و أنت أرحم الراحمين&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;تجيب دعاء المضطر إذا دعاك ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;و تكشف السوء ، و تروي الأرض الظمأى بمائك الذي جعلت منه كل شيء حي &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;اللهم إني أسألك ....و أنت نور السماوات و الأرض&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;تنير القلوب ، و تهديها...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;أبتهل إليك ، و أرجوك ، و أنت السميع ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;أن تمنع عنا أذى من يدعون أنهم وحدهم أهل الحق ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;أن تمنع عنا تعسف القوانين الجديدة ضد حرية التعبير و النشر...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;أن توقظ في نفوسنا من جديد الرغبة في الحرية ، التي وهبتنا إياها و أنعمت بها علينا...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;أن تدلنا طريقا جديدة غير التي نسير فيها ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;أن تنفعنا بما يكتب الناس حولنا ، و بما يعبرون ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;أن تعلمنا التسامح ، و التواضع لكل عمل قيم ، و لكل قلم جاد ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;بل أسألك يا واهب النعم ، أن تجعلنا مثلا للحرية بين الناس &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;أن تمنحنا من نورك لنمنح الناس &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;أن تفيض علينا من عطائك لنعطي الناس &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;فكرا ... رأيا... علما ...نورا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;تحياتي المخلصة لحملة حرية التعبير ، و للأمام على الدوام.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;عفوا... أسمها &lt;a href="http://http//blkalfasih2.blogspot.com/"&gt;حملة مناهضة التعسف الرقابي&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/8387785617728647471-332548430609009896?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/332548430609009896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=332548430609009896' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/332548430609009896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/332548430609009896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='يارب العالمين!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-642280825970403060</id><published>2008-08-31T18:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:34:01.577+03:00</updated><title type='text'>الحكومة!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;أحيانا ، كما في هذا اليوم ، تأتيني أفكار متمردة ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;في أحد الأيام استمعت خالتي إلى إحدى الاختصاصيات النفسيات اللبنانيات تحلل (معاناة) الشعب اللبناني على مر السنوات بسبب عدم وجود سلطة يرجع إليها ، تقول أن عدم وجود سلطة قد أثر من جانب إيجابي بأن جعل اللبنانيين أكثر شعوب العرب ( على الأقل) فنا ، و إبداعا ، و مهارة ، خاصة و أنهم يحتاجون إلى تنمية كافة مهاراتهم الشخصية لمجابهة حياة الكفاح في مجتمع هو أشبه بالغابة الإنسانية الجميلة التي تجمع بين الجمال ، و بين الوحشية ... في ذات الوقت ، فإن عدم وجود سلطة أحد الأسباب التي أدت إلى تشتت المجتمع ، و تعدد قياداته ، حيث تحول إلى مجتمع يتكون من مجموعات صغيرة ، و زعامات ، رغبتها النهائية هي بسط السلطة ، و التغلب على الجماعات المضادة لها... في مجتمع كهذا يجد الناس أنفسهم مضطرين إلى الانضواء تحت راية معينة ، و من لا يعجبه ، فربما عليه أن يغادر البلد ... طبعا هذا ليس كلاما حرفيا ، و لكنه ما فهمته من خالتي ، و لهذا فالغلط في ذمة خالتي !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;بأي حال ، فقد مررت اليوم بالجمعية التعاونية ( كعادتي الدائمة ) ، و مررت على رفوف الصحف ، فمرت عيني على الكلمة الكويتية الخالدة (ضوابط) ، و من ثم ضحكت ، حيث تساءلت في داخلي عن المقارنة بين كثرة الضوابط في دولتنا ، و قلة من يلتزمون بأكثر القوانين معقولية ... ثم واصلت التفكير و أنا أسير خارجة من الجمعية ، و توصلت إلى الاستنتاج التالي: ماذا ، لو كان يجب أن نحمد الله ، لأن الكويتيين ما يزالون يرفضون بيع عقولهم للحكومة ، و يعبرون عن هذا الرفض عن طريق مخالفة القوانين؟ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;لربما كانت مخالفة  القوانين على كثرتها لدينا مؤشرا على علة ما في القوانين ، لا فينا! ربما نحن نضع أولوية للقوانين على البشر معتقدين أن القوانين بإمكانها أن تمنع الانحراف بدلا من إدراك البشر للمسؤولية الملقاة على عاتقهم تجاه أنفسهم ، و تجاه غيرهم من البشر ... و السؤال  الذي يطرح نفسه هنا هو ، هل كنا سنحتاج إلى القوانين إذا كان عموم الشعب يتصرف بمسؤولية ؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ربما كانت هذه هي الحكمة من وضع القوانين ، إثبات أن البشر لا يستطيعون ، و لا يدركون معنى المسؤولية ، و لكن هذا النوع من التفكير معيب...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;هذا علاوة على أن الكثير من القوانين قد وضعت ليخالفها الناس ، فهي تهدف إلى التعقيد ، آملة حماية حكومة الكويت من تصرفات مواطنها ... الإحباط الحقيقي هو أنه لا يوجد ما يحمي المواطن من عسف تنظيمات حكومته في بعض الأحيان ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;باعتبار أنني انضممت إلى الجيش الجرار من موظفي الحكومة ، منذ عام و نصف العام ، فإنني أدرك أن العمل الحكومي متعب و ممل ، و جامد ، بسبب القوانين التي تقيده ، و التي تضيف مجهودا كبيرا على الموظف و المراجع معا ، فكثيرا ما يشعر الموظف بأنه عاجز عن القيام بأي شيء ، و كذا الأمر مع المراجع ، و حينما لا تستطيع أن تدمن هذا الشعور ، و حينما يكون ضميرك صاحيا طول الوقت ، و لكن عليك انتظار رسالة تأتيك في البريد غير المستعجل ، و أنت تمضي جل وقتك تراقب رسائلك الاليكترونية التي تصل إليك في غمضة عين حاملة معها كافة الأخبار التافهة، هل ترغب في العودة إلى العمل غدا صباحا؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;هل هناك حل وسط؟ يحررنا من القيود غير الضرورية للحكومة ، و يحررنا معها من تهمة مخالفة القانون؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;كل عام و الجميع بخير بمناسبة حلول شهر رمضان المبارك ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-642280825970403060?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/642280825970403060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=642280825970403060' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/642280825970403060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/642280825970403060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='الحكومة!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-618107758134214404</id><published>2008-08-06T18:06:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:03:17.991+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironing &amp; Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ironing is one of my favorite chores at home. If I had to do something around the house I would choose washing any place except the bathroom. I have great fun in washing cars, my car in particular, and the only activity that doesn't include water, and that I can do willingly is ironing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I discovered that there are some activities like washing the dishes ( one of my top favorites) could really release stress and make you feel better about yourself espicially if you're not the cook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was ironing my laundary this afternoon. I was just trying to be kind to our maid, and enjoy something that I used to do regularly two years ago when I had to go to college, and there was no maid in the house. I was feeling the heat, and sweating, but  my mind was gone somewhere else, and I suddenly remembered to think about God again. I thought of someone I know. She used to say: I hate religions! I just hate all of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was terrified not by the statement as much as by the look in her face. She was angry, and I thought maybe she's got such a horrible story to tell about how religion reuined the whole thing. My response was : I don't hate religions, at least there's one great thing that religions do... they tell us there's a God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, now people have the option of believing in a God without following a religion, because it seems that there's an awareness that faith is beyond religion. For example, if you're christian, you maynot have the freedom to concieve the idea of ONE and ONLY ONE God if you're one of those who believe in the trinity. Ceratainly, not all christians believe in that. However, if you're not that Christian. If you're someone who believes in spirituality instead of an organized religion you're most likely to end up saying that there's one God that you might call spirit, or energy, or whatever you might call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Second, I thought that religion however, is important at least in our region. I can't imagine a middle east without religion. In fact, The Middle East is the most religious region in the world. The visitors of the region become pilgrims, and the wars are called Jehad, or crusade. The history of the Middle East is written in The Old Testament, the New Teastament, and The Quran. That might be the only place in the world where people were chosen over and over again to know, and believe that there is ONLY ONE GOD. Even when there wasn't a religion there was paganism. No one ever denied the existence of God in some form. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paganism, is however a primitive kind of faith, an expression of man's need to connect with higher powers s/he knew exsisted by nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How  can we, the residents of this region with its religious nature, fulfil our role in the world? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shouldn't us be the ones who model faith in God? Shouldn't we be the carriers of the highest values of our religions? How can we do that ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do we do that by fighting among each other? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do we do that by being the laziest, weakest nations in the world? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, there's that question that bombarded me: If Judaism, christianity, and Islam have all been born in this region, doesn't that mean that Isreal has the right to exist among the rest of us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If Jews are Israelis, and Israel is Jewish, then that's a difficult question for me to answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I'll try to say, that Israel, being an exclusively Jewish Zionest country doesn't model the values of our religions. We are all equal in the eyes of God, and I'm sure that this is what God said to Moses, but that is not what the modern Jewish nation is built on. In fact it is built on Ego. That ego that always reminds us of : " Look what you did to me. You hurted me, and I'm the child of God, and I'm sure GOD HATES YOU ALL. I'll be the instrument of HIS HATE, and take revenge!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-618107758134214404?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/618107758134214404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=618107758134214404' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/618107758134214404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/618107758134214404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/08/ironing-religion.html' title='Ironing &amp; Religion'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1478665309942747527</id><published>2008-07-15T17:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:05:21.503+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>I listen to the radio every morning in my way to work. They've got all kinds of songs that are repeated over &amp;amp; over again every morning. The radio have become a brain washing maschine because these songs become a part of your daily 'natural' life, and part of your attitude towards men, women, dancing, and music, which are really experiences that I know nothing about except from the songs, and the Turkish TV (long, very long) series!&lt;br /&gt;Between every song and the other there she is...&lt;br /&gt;A very sweet lady playing a part in the washing process, talking every single day about the weather, complaining on our behalf of the dust ( Come on lady, we live in the desert, are you blind or something?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that the weather today is very nice ( Well, since I go to work at 6:30 am), that this summer is lovely. I think it's even cooler than 2007, and things are going okay. Then her voice comes and she reminds me of what I don't want to remember, whinning every single day about how dusty it is, or how extremely hot it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to sometimes tell her that the weather is just fine, and we're not going to die because of the heat, besides you're propably freezing in the Studio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by then I grow mad of her which, I don't really know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Don't be angry!" I say...&lt;br /&gt;But the idea is blowing my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I hate the radio station!!"&lt;br /&gt;" Just, turn it off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I generally feel more peaceful and enjoy my time when I'm not listening to the radio station, watching MBC, or BBC, or any of the channels that has got "C" or "B"&lt;br /&gt;in thier names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel on vacation - that's what I want myself- try to avoid newspapers, Drama series, and Political blogging ... Occaisionly go swimming, and change your look... You'll be good both spiritually, and financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have got nothing &lt;em&gt;important or sophisticated &lt;/em&gt;to blog about ( although I've just ended one of the most mind blowing political -after lunch- conversations with dad concerning the future of the globe)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice vacation !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1478665309942747527?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1478665309942747527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1478665309942747527' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1478665309942747527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1478665309942747527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1645432664219359584</id><published>2008-06-05T07:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:46:52.412+03:00</updated><title type='text'>الكون لا يجامل أحدا!</title><content type='html'>"May the conscience and the common sense of the peoples be awakened, so that we may reach a new stage in the life of nations, where people will look back on war as an incomprehensible aberration of their forefathers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;المقولة أعلاه هي للعالم آينشتين ، و هو أحد أشهر العلماء في العالم ، و الذي لم يتميز فقط بعلمه ، بل ربما أيضا بوعيه لا كعالم ، بل كإنسان مثل بقية الناس. يدعو آينشتين و يصلي  لكي تصل عقول الناس ، و ضمائرهم ، إلى الوعي ، الذي بدوره يصل بالأمم إلى مرحلة تصبح معها الحرب في نظرهم، نوعا من (الشذوذ) غير المتقبل ، و غير المفهوم ، مارسه آباؤهم ، و أجدادهم.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;هل يمكن أن نصل إلى اعتبار شن الحروب بأنواعها المختلفة (عسكرية ، سياسية ، اجتماعية ) نوعا من الشذوذ؟ أ لم نترب على تقبل العدوانية كسلوك بشري طبيعي ، و ربما متقبل ، و مرحب به؟ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;نعم ، يمكن ، كل شيء ممكن، و حينما نصل إلى هذه المرحلة من التغير الثوري في تركيبة البشر ، تصبح الكثير من الأمور غير الممكنة ممكنة أيضا ، و بالتالي تتسع نظرتنا ، و يتعمق تقديرنا للإنسان ، و نتطلع حينها إلى قول الله تعالى :" إنا خلقنا الإنسان في أحسن تقويم" بخشوع أكبر.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;الكون لا يجامل أحدا!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;في نهاية الانتخابات هذا العام ، و مع ظهور النتائج ، تأسفت لعدم ظهور أسم امرأة واحدة من بين النساء اللاتي ترشحن ،  و عبرت عن أسفي هذا في إحدى المدونات ، كما أن إعادة الكرة بانتخاب شخصيات معينة ذات قيم معينة ، و أطماع معروفة ، و حتى تدور حولها الكثير من الشبهات القانونية ، أيضا يوضح انكشاف الفساد ، و عدم قدرة الناس على رؤيته لأن هؤلاء المرشحين ، و ناخبيهم يشتركون في ذات القيم ، و الأولويات كحماية الطائفة و الثأر للقبيلة من القانون و الدولة ، و تصفية الحسابات ، و زيادة ثراء الأثرياء ، أو سطوة المتدينين. فليس هناك مواجهة بين مبادئ ، بل بين هويات مزيفة يسعى كل منها إلى التغلب على الآخر ، و حصد مكانة له في المجتمع. حتى الأغلبية الصامتة ، يتمسكون بهوية الضحية ليتسنى لهم إلقاء اللوم على الآخرين إذا ما ضبطوا يمارسون نوعا أو آخر من أنواع الفساد سواءا أكان إهمال أطفالهم ، أو الهروب من موقع حادث ، أو الامتناع عن دفع رسوم الكهرباء.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أيضا ، في نهاية هذه الانتخابات ، سقط الكثير من الناس في أحد أجنحة الإسلام السياسي ، في مقابل نهوض جناح آخر أصبح متهما منذ بداية حياته النيابية بكونه مصدرا للتأزيم ، أو بالأحرى جاهزا للإعلان عن حرب سياسية هوجاء تحقق له السطوة التي يحلم بها و التي قد يحققها لبعض الوقت فعليا ، كونه اجتهد و صبر طويلا للوصول إليها .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أقول ، أن الكون لا يجامل أحدا ، فالحركة الدستورية لم تصل إلى نتائجها من فراغ ، بل لأنهم خالفوا طرق النجاح ، و السلف لم يصلوا إلى ما وصلوا إليه إلا لأنهم كانوا متوافقين مع نظرة الناس لحاضر الكويت ، و مستقبلها ، فما جعلهم لا يجتذبون الكثير من الأصوات سابقا ، هو ذاته السبب الذي يدفع باتجاه نجاحهم ... القيم التي نحملها كشعب ، أو الهويات المزيفة التي نتصارع عليها ، و السبب ذاته هو الذي قد يدفع الكثيرين إلى اعتبار المرأة ساذجة سياسيا ، و لا يمكن انتخابها ، إذ لا يحمل خطابها حتى الآن الدفاع عن الأنا المتضخمة لدى كل منا ... إلا ربما في المناطق التي تعتبر الحرية النسبية الممنوحة فيها للمرأة جزءا من تلك الأنا المتضخمة ( أي نحن من ناصرنا حقوق المرأة ، و نحن من حررناها ) و بالتالي يصبح هذا جزءا لصيقا من الهوية . البداية الحقيقية للحصول على انتخابات حقيقية تمثلنا جميعا هي في محاولة الوقوف بعيدا ، و رؤية هذه الهويات تتحارب ... و الضحك عليها... لبعض الوقت ، فبدلا من وصف الطائفية بأنها بغيضة ، يحسن بنا اعتبارها نكتة ، و كذا فبدلا من سب التأسلم السياسي ، يمكننا النظر بدهشة إلى تركيبته المعقدة و الواهنة بذات الوقت ، ثم الانفجار ضحكا عليها ، و ذات الشيء بالنسبة للقبلية و الليبرالية الحالية ، و الحكومة الحالية ، و السياسة الخارجية ... هي لا تستحق منا إلا الضحك... و شيئا فشيئا سنتحرر من رغبتنا في الدفاع عنها و حمايتها إذ هي في النهاية منفصلة عنا ، و لا يبقى لنا إلا وطن واحد ، بل ربما ، شارع ، أو بيت واحد حيث نسكن جميعا... حينها فقط يضحك الكون ( الذي لا يجامل أحدا) معنا ، و ننتصر!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1645432664219359584?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1645432664219359584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1645432664219359584' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1645432664219359584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1645432664219359584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='الكون لا يجامل أحدا!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-2520009649705652250</id><published>2008-05-15T08:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:38:51.578+03:00</updated><title type='text'>60 years with Israel!</title><content type='html'>I was listening to the BBC Arabic Radio channel Yesterday as they were discussing those 60 years that two races, Arabs and jews lived through side by side, one of them is celebrating, and the other is mourning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly listened to one of the Isrealis as he was describing life with Arabs and Muslims before 1948 when Israel was finally recognized by the United nations as and independent country. I heard the man saying that his Grandma was breast feeding thier neighbor's kid, who was Arab &amp;amp; Muslim!&lt;br /&gt;The relationships between Arabs and Jews were that personal, and that close!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They now say that this conflict is between Arabs and Jews! We are raised to hate Jews, and Jews are raised to hate us. However, several generations ago, Arabs and Jews didn't have to necessarily hate one another. They co-existed at the same society so beautifully that a Jewish woman might be a mother to a Muslim child.&lt;br /&gt;One of the Iraqi Jews who was a participant in the BBC program said that Jews are afraid that the Holocaust will repeat it self again here in the Middle East and that Jews will be killed and tormented again. He said that Israel is determined to guarantee that this is not going to happen again at all by building the most powerful democratic state in the region and banishing Arabs from thier lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that Arabs are not capable of making any Holocaust!&lt;br /&gt;They lived with you for years and years. They gave you thier children, thier fruits and thier hearts. You lived together in Palastine and were neighbors and friends. The holocaust is a 100% European, nazi way of killing. Why aren't you willing to see that if Arabs are capable of killing anyone they'll kill each other? Why aren't you willing to see that Muslims kill muslims to defend Islam?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is lost. The truth is Jews and Arabs were one country, one nation until hatred, and revenge came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two ways out of the never ending conflict. War, or peace. Peace means going back to the source. It means having the courage to admit that we are all decided to be enemies while we could have stayed friend. We have used our politics and unfortunately, our religions to promote hatred, and war. It means that both are willing to do thier best in that direction together, and revive the history of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians don't have the courage to do that. It's the mission of the ordinary man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-2520009649705652250?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2520009649705652250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=2520009649705652250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2520009649705652250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2520009649705652250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/05/60-years-with-israel.html' title='60 years with Israel!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-9211718081174391530</id><published>2008-05-14T23:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:24:33.601+03:00</updated><title type='text'>عن الموت!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;تنظر في عيني المرأة العجوز ، و يخطر ببالها ، أنها ستموت يوما ، ليس الموت بحد ذاته ثقيلا عليها ، إذ غالبا ما يلحق الموت راحة للفقيد بانتقاله من عالمنا الذي يعج صباحه و مساؤه بالحركة ، و الهم ، ، تتذكر جيدا كيف ماتت جدتها أمامها فجأة ، كيف رأتها تلفظ أنفاسها الأخيرة و محاولات يائسة تجري لإنقاذها ، و مع هذا لا يبدو الموت مهيبا ... تتذكر أن أحدا ما قال لها ، أن الموت غالبا ما لا يتمكن من النيل من نفوس الشباب ، هي مع ذلك ترى الآخرين جميعا يبكون ، و هي لا تبكي ، و لا حتى ترغب في البكاء ، إذ يبدو أن حادثة الموت هي الفرصة الوحيدة لإسكات جميع الأصوات و التركيز على صوت واحد. تشعر بالذنب لأنها ليست حزينة من أجل الآخرين ، و لكنها لا تستطيع أن تجبر الحزن على أن يأتي إلى نفسها ، و هي تعلم أنه موجود ، و لكن الموت لا يحركه مثلما تحركه المعيشة التعسة ،  تعلل لنفسها بأن الموت رحمة ، و الموت هو العودة إلى الرحيم. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;تتذكر جيدا أنها كانت طفلة يوما ما ، و كانت تفتقد الغائبين ، و كانت أحيانا تبكيهم ، ، بل كثيرا ما كانت تبكيهم ، و لكن غيابهم بالموت ، كان متوقعا إلى الحد الذي لم يعد معه لخبر الموت دوي في قلبها ، بل هو أفضل لهم! تقول لنفسها ، هو أفضل لهم. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;هل فكرت يوما في موتها ؟ هي لا تفكر فيه كثيرا ، تعلم أنه قد يحدث في أي وقت ، لكنها ما تزال تعيش و كأن الموت حقيقة منفصلة عن حياتها ، و كأن هناك غدا يقينا ... هي تشعر أن هناك غدا فقط لأن قصة حياتها لا يبدو أنها شارفت على الانتهاء.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و لكن كما أن لها خططها ، للكون كذا خططه ، هي لا تعلم ، و لا تود أن تعلم. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;يكاد يكون الموقف الأصعب هو مواساة شخص محزون ، هي تنظر إليه ، و تشعر بعجز عميق عن فعل شيء ، تعودت ، أن تمر الأمور بهدوء ، تعودت أن تبتعد حينما تجرح ، و تعودت أن تبتعد عن المجروحين لأنها لا تشعر بما يشعرون به. هي ليست قاسية ، و في يوم من الأيام كانت حزينة جدا ، و لهذا فهي غير فاقدة للشعور بالحزن ، و لكن ربما كان الموت بالنسبة لها فراغا في عقلها ، و في قلبها أيضا ، و ربما لأنها خبرت حياة الموت أفضل منها ، و ربما لأنها فقط شابة ، لا تنتظر الموت ، بل تنتظر المزيد من الحياة ، لذا يبدو أن الأمر لا يعنيها ... لا يعنيها إطلاقا ، و ربما هي لم تفقد شخصا يملأ مشهد حياتها إلى الدرجة التي تشعر معها أنه مفقود حينما يفقد.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;قد يتغير شعورها عندما تكبر ، و قد لا يتغير ، و من يدري ؟ قد يكون الموت فعلا أفضل!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أنا آسفة جدتي ، لم أحزن عليك ... أنا آسفة جدي ، أرجو لكما رحلة سعيدة إذ أنني أعلم يقينا ، أن روحيكما ما تزالان تسكنان في مكان بعيد ، و هكذا الناس جميعا ، و إلى أن تقوم الساعة ، من يدري متى ألتحق بكما ، و لكن أرجو أن تكون رحلتي أنا أيضا ، رحلة سعيدة سواءا هنا أو هناك!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-9211718081174391530?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/9211718081174391530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=9211718081174391530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/9211718081174391530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/9211718081174391530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_14.html' title='عن الموت!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-2706616421850743818</id><published>2008-05-08T14:58:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:20:12.778+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/SCLrZgzUR-I/AAAAAAAAABw/7slCulvKnIU/s1600-h/beiruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197975743473403874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/SCLrZgzUR-I/AAAAAAAAABw/7slCulvKnIU/s400/beiruit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; رغبت في نشر صورة عن العنف الدائر الآن في هذه المدينة التي تبدو في هذه الصورة جميلة للغاية. ليست مدينة بيروت مدينة جميلة للغاية حتى في هذه الصورة إذا ما قررنا النزول في الشوارع و الأحياء التي تفصل ما بين كل هذه المباني البادية في الصورة. على الأقل لم تكن جميلة جدا حينما زرتها أول مرة في العام 2005. لكنها كانت مدينة حية دائما ، ليست عروسا ، و ليست جميلة للغاية و لكن لديها رغبة كبيرة في الحياة ، و هذا هو بعض ما كان يروقني فيها ، و لهذا السبب ، ما زلت أحمل لها في قلبي كل الود ، و لهذا السبب لم أشأ أن أنشر صورة العنف حتى لا أساهم بحسن نية في نشر العنف. لست متواجدة هناك الآن و لا أعرف ما هو الوضع الحالي ، و لكني أشعر أن خيبات الأمل ، و كل هذا الكم من السلبية ، و الطمع ، و ضياع الحقوق و شهوة السلطة و التسلط ، بالإضافة إلى المعاناة الهائلة من الحرب الأخيرة بين حزب الله و إسرائيل ، قد تؤدي في النهاية إلى حرب طاحنة. و في التاريخ ، أن حرب اللبنانيين بينهم و بين بعضهم هي أقسى من حربهم مع عدو واضح كإسرائيل ، فعادة ما يكون الأقارب أقسى علينا من الغرباء حينما يغلب الغضب ، و الخوف علينا و عليهم. ا، .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ما أراه أن هناك مخزونا هائلا من المعاناة في هذا البلد ، و هذا المخزون ، و ليس المتفجرات ، هو الذي يتفجر كل يوم في كل مكان خالقا الفتنة و الفقر ، و البغض و الانفصال ، و جارا البلد إلى مزيد من المعاناة.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;في رأيي الشخصي أن كل من يشاركون في إثم القتال في بيروت هم آثمون إذا ما أقروا لأنفسهم هدم البلد ، و أيدي أغنياء هذه المدينة و فقرائها ملوثة بحاضرها الناري المظلم ، و على الحكومة و حزب الله أن لا يستثنوا أنفسهم من السؤال و المحاسبة ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; إلى متى هذه الفوضى ؟ متى يتوقف القتال؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;بيروت ... أصلي لكي تعيشي بسلام!...&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/8387785617728647471-2706616421850743818?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2706616421850743818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=2706616421850743818' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2706616421850743818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2706616421850743818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/SCLrZgzUR-I/AAAAAAAAABw/7slCulvKnIU/s72-c/beiruit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-8035673460427305875</id><published>2008-04-26T10:38:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T11:27:02.393+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vision of Kuwait's Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a new elections season in Kuwait. We are having these seasons very often these days, and that might be a sign of chaos. I think that this is actually a message for all of us, the Kuwaiti people, that we have to change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In fact, every election is a desperate plea to create some kind of change that comes from within. We ought to realise that every change is simply a change in the ideas level. Fortunately, everyone in this planet has the freedom to think whatever thoughts he or she chooses, and the freedom of thinking is the only true freedom. All other kinds of freedom are relative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Further more, the freedom of thinking, is the greatest freedom ever, for with our thoughts we create our world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm trying to suggest that if we want different results this time, we ought to act differently. That's theoritically logical, but can we apply it to change our reality as a nation? How can we start to act differently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think that the only way we can do that starts with changing our thoughts about the present time. It's by changing the negative thinking, and stopping all kinds of social wars between different minorities and social groups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It starts with knowing deeply that we are all the same. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are all minorities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Our country has welcomed different people from different places in the region, and in a way or another we all have embraced that country, that home land, in our hearts. No body was forced to live in that poor small land on the Gulf. All those people have freely &lt;strong&gt;chosen&lt;/strong&gt; to live here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We as Kuwaitis ought to know that our country is a different country. That our country is more qualified to be a great nation. It's not about the size, or the military force. We have other kinds of power that we've accumulated as a society built on variation and acceptance to all. We have to embrace our democracy even more, and we have to encourage all people to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;partcipate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in creating the future of this country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think of the U.S now, and of what happened to this, once The greates nation in the world, when it changed from a Free Country with a constitution, and democracy, to a christian, colonizing nation striving to conquer the world. That's when this nation has reached it's highest top, and that's also when it started to deteriorate. I know that one day, the U.S will not be the greatest country, and that we will still be protected by our values as a society who welcomes all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We have a small country, but we have a great country. Don't lose faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We are going through some hardship, and we are going to overcome that hardship as a society. We are restoring our unity, and embracing all different backgrounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the first time I write about something like that, and it might be idealistic or philosophical in nature. It might not be realistic. As I told you, I'm free to think whatever I wanted, and I choose to think like that. I wish you join me and together, we create change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-8035673460427305875?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/8035673460427305875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=8035673460427305875' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8035673460427305875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8035673460427305875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/04/vision-of-kuwaits-future.html' title='A Vision of Kuwait&apos;s Future'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-4929054219542729982</id><published>2008-04-07T19:25:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:55:29.215+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid of being poor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/R_pLV--HH0I/AAAAAAAAABo/2Dtut6liblo/s1600-h/378724_460010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186540761923395394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/R_pLV--HH0I/AAAAAAAAABo/2Dtut6liblo/s400/378724_460010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw this picture in Yesterday's issue of Al Qabas Newspaper, and it touched me deeply. This sewing machine might be the only possession of this old man. The problem is that it doesn't look like it can do anything to him anymore. it's too old that Ithink it's older than a similar sewing machine that my grandma used to have from the sixties or the seventies. Even worse, the man was holdign on to that old useless machine that might be greatly heavy, while swimming in the flood and that he, the old man, seems peaceful about it. He's smiling, grateful that he has rescued his precious machine, or that he's one of millions who's got the chance to get a picture on camera. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That might not sound rational, but it might be so rational for a poor man like him used to the simple life he's got to live. There are people in the world who are so grateful to be living. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our prophet ( Peace be upon him) once said that the poorest people are the first to go to paradise. One reason why they are like that is ( as we accustomed to say without questioning) because they've suffered enough in the world that they deserved to enjoy the most in the after life. I think that this is not the most important reason. If they suffered this way and still felt grateful, and happy with the few things they've possessed, then this is an additional (even stronger) reason why they deserve to go first. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why I'm saying this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have to be careful about what we are saying to our selves about our place in life. We have to be careful when we describe ourselves as beeing poor, and needy. Our life style is much more complicated and luxirious than that of the old Indian man. Whether we are as poor as that man or poor in our Kuwaiti scale, we have to learn to be grateful, and responsible. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Kuwaiti people are demanding the government to deal with their debt &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;more than they are asking it to take care of the future of their children... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;alarming. I'm afraid to say that this is a sign of (Chaos) coming in it's way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you have debt don't be afraid of it, deal with it.   &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/8387785617728647471-4929054219542729982?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/4929054219542729982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=4929054219542729982' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/4929054219542729982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/4929054219542729982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/04/afraid-of-being-poor.html' title='Afraid of being poor?'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/R_pLV--HH0I/AAAAAAAAABo/2Dtut6liblo/s72-c/378724_460010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1230365538138534536</id><published>2008-03-30T18:06:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:43:05.026+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boom has got energy!</title><content type='html'>I am a fan of newagian topics like our human energy, and the law of attraction. These ideas have become popular trends nowadays among many young as well as old people, espicially in the west. I once have read in a book about the various stages of human life. In one of the stages that is between teenage years and the early years of adulthood or the twenties, people are usually full of energy, and they have ideas like revolution, and change ( even if by force). These years are also marked by being sexually active, and having great ambitions about what your life can be in the future and what you can achieve. Young people in this stage of life are normally radical (even when they handle spiritual issues such as religion) they are mostly urged by thier nagging belief in radical change. It takes time for these young people to put down those fires physically and spiritually and start thinking of going with the flow. By then, however, changes that they've aspired to make in thier societies and thier lives might have already occured and became a part of the daily life of the next generation, and new ideas surface, with new young advocates to continue the process of changing, while the older generation starts nagging about how the new generation has no respect to life and old heritage.&lt;br /&gt;It is a fact that life doesn't stop evoluting and changing because life is created by the ideas of the people, and our ideas as well as life are both created by Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newagean beliefs and ideas it seems, stem from old religions and traditions ( Buddhism, and Hinduism as well as ideas taken from all religions and tradition). They also stem from and everlasting wish to find something that will re-unite all human beings. This is one reason why New age is popular right now, and flowing freely across religions and ethnicities. Also, it's a time where the world is troubled by war of all kinds, religious, ethnic, and by terrorism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think that the most important reason why Newage beliefs became very popular in the west is that the baby boom generation ( another name for the generation who lived in the sixties ) have become older. It's known that this generation is the generation of sexual revolution, of the Hebbies, of fast advance in everything from media to world trade, to space ships, and military technologies, arms and weapons. This is the generation that came after a major war in which a whole country ( Japan ) was completely deminished by two nuclear bombs.&lt;br /&gt;This generation became older now and wants to rest, and therefore needs religion (But) with peace. Many people might have thought christianity for example wasn't a peaceful religion so they wen to the East to look for thier inner calling. Some became muslims, some became Buddhist, and some just voted to not be religous and believe in God in thier own way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1230365538138534536?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1230365538138534536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1230365538138534536' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1230365538138534536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1230365538138534536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-boom-has-got-energy.html' title='Baby Boom has got energy!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-2538348591774627558</id><published>2008-03-21T12:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:38:23.743+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Black honey Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://outdoors.webshots.com/photo/2173826610071538357xKqXBH"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Winter in the Tatra Mountains,Poland" src="http://inlinethumb42.webshots.com/42281/2173826610071538357S425x425Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDYwOTIzMDI1NzgmcD*xMDY2MSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-2538348591774627558?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2538348591774627558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=2538348591774627558' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2538348591774627558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2538348591774627558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/03/black-honey-jar.html' title='A Black honey Jar'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-2568692546716209725</id><published>2008-03-11T18:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:21:52.223+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging about hope!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   (I was socializing (means visiting other blogs) when I visited 7ilm's blog. I saw an example of moderate and balanced way of thinking there, and so I decided  that there I can start... I began to read through other blogs &amp;amp; I saw many beautiful views, though there was a tone of despair. I can't lie and say that I don't complain, my self... I learned to complain from my parents and I'm sure almost everyone inherited thier complains from their own parents because the way of thinking and viewing the world resisted change...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the courage in a person like Martin Luther King Jr., who has challenged a long history of slavery, and talked to his own people as well as other people around them to shake thier (fake) belief that this overwhelming situation that they are going through will stay forever. Sooner or later, the winds of change will blow the past and our resistance away... The slaves became free from thier masters, but are they free from thier personal despair? Is the slave inside them still alive? or did they let go the past and started over? That's thier bussiness, and however, many people think that Martin Luther King Jr. has passed his massage through, and changed the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we need someone like that man here in Kuwait? we, young people need a leader. We need someone who tells us something about hope. Kuwait isn't the greatest nation in the world, and I'll tell you why; it's because Kuwait didn't want it! Kuwait didn't plan it, Kuwait didn't dream about it... Kuwait was afraid of it. Kuwait was just indifferent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need hope people... we need to take our beloved country higher... we need to have a plan that we commit to and we can excute all by ourselves... if we want to be free, then let's be free... If we believe we deserve it then what's stopping us... Claim it... if you want your right claim it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are powerful, they've got the money, they've got the power, they are our bosses and our teachers, but they don't care about us... Okay, fine... they've got the "now" we've got the "tomorrow"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that negative talk we're doing making us right ... I've no doubt that you bloggers are right, but that doesn't make us happy... that doesn't make anyone happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things happening around us that are so frightening... we don't want our enemies to invade our country and find it empty... all the faithful women &amp;amp; men have left... this is the only "home" we have ... Raise your thinking to a higher level, and don't sink in the corruption and fear ... don't give up ... be greater than your fear, and may the whole universe grant you what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With respect to you all who love this country...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-2568692546716209725?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2568692546716209725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=2568692546716209725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2568692546716209725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2568692546716209725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/03/blogging-about-hope.html' title='Blogging about hope!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1485100542907346516</id><published>2008-02-10T18:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:30:47.480+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice what you Preach!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I am afraid that I don't practise what I preach. I am just a girl. I am kind, an deep down I want to look after everyone, to make sure everyone is comfortable. It's maybe that caring instinct that I try to express by writing here. I still don't have many readers, and I don't really mind, but sometimes I tell my self that I have to take care of myself because I don't really know at this very young age, what really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am someone frustrated, and I'm not optimistic about the furture, and I always see the bad side of people and that's what fuels the need to preach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop, and think of whatever I'm doing here. If anyone passed by and read my ideas then this is going to be my responsibility...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take a vacation, and practise what I preach... Then I come back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1485100542907346516?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1485100542907346516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1485100542907346516' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1485100542907346516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1485100542907346516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/02/practice-what-you-preach.html' title='Practice what you Preach!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-5795605919625479793</id><published>2008-02-10T17:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:37:21.437+03:00</updated><title type='text'>الخوف الأساسي!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;إنها المرة الأولى التي أكتب فيها هنا باللغة العربية ، و هذا من دواعي سروري... فأنا أنظر إلى هذه اللغة بمحبة ، و أعتبرها صديقة و فية و أداة نافعة للتعبير عن النفس برقي...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;أكتب هنا باعتباري مواطنة كويتية ، أتمتع بكل ما يتمتع به شعب الكويت من حق الاعتراض على كل شيء ، و تقييم كل شيء ، و مناقشة الكثير من الأمور المهمة . إن هذا شرف كبير لنا ، لكنه قبل ذلك مسئولية ، فقد أتيحت لنا فرصة الحديث بحرية ، و لهذا فنحن محاسبون الآن أمام الله عن هذه الميزة الكريمة التي توفرها لنا الأجواء المألوفة في كويت الخير .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;هناك زوبعة تبدو مفتعلة للغاية في الصحف ، حول القانون الذي أقره مجلس الأمة منذ سنوات عديدة بخصوص منع الاختلاط في جامعة الكويت ، و أنا أعرف أن هذا القانون ، هو حلم كويتي آخر تحقق حينما أخذ بعض من أبناء الوطن على عاتقهم مسئولية التشريع في البلاد ، و رغم انتمائهم إلى تيارات فكرية من الخارج ، إلا أن هذا لا يقلل من مواطنتهم شيئا ، و لا يجعلهم خونة أو حاقدين ما داموا قج تمسكوا بصدقهم مع أنفسهم . و ليس هناك من عار في اختيار المرء اتجاهاته و أحلامه و تشريعاته من الخارج ، فكل هذه الأفكار سواءا أكانت من مصر أو الهند ، أو من أوروبا و أمريكا ، هي في النهاية جزء منا ، حيث العالم يشترك في الكثير من الرؤى ، و تتحد زواياه الأربع / أو الخمس ، أو أيا يكن / فنحن في النهاية عالم واحد.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;و لذا ، فلا غضاضة و لا لوم علي إن قلت أن منع الاختلاط في المؤسسات التعليمية هو حلم كويتي ، فمن سعى في تمريره ، و عمل من أجل تحقيقه هم كويتيون أفتخر شخصيا بإحساسهم العالي بالمواطنة . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;لكن أنا أيضا ، كما سبق و أسلفت ، مواطنة كويتية ، و أعتقد أن أجمل ما في وطني أن الكثير من حرية الرأي ، و الكثير من الحريات متاحة ، و هو أمر يعلي من شأن الإنسان و مكانته ، فالإنسان الحر يسعى وراء أحلامه ، و يشاور ضميره ، ويتخذ قراراته بدون ضغط من أحد &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;مشكلتي الأساسية ليست مع قانون منع الاختلاط بحد ذاته ، بل على الصورة العامة ... نحن في بلد يمكن فيه للجميع أن يعبروا عن رأيهم متى كانوا يعتقدون صوابه ، و نحن في بلد يجب أن يتشكل من كافة أحلام أفراده الذي هم جميعا كويتيون و الذين لن تعاملهم أرض بمثل الإكرام و التقدير الذي تعاملهم به هذه الأرض.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;على الإسلاميين و غيرهم أن يعلموا أننا جميعا نتشارك في العيش هنا ، و أننا نؤمن بإله واحد ، و لكن هذا الإله من حكمته أن جعلنا نعيش معا ، ليس لكي يفرض أحدنا رأيه على الجميع ، أو يجعل البلد كلها تمشي على هواه ، بل لكي نتعلم في البداية أن نتعايش بحب و احترام و تواد &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;الخوف الأساسي هو أن تفقد الكويت هذه الروح المتميزة التي استضافت بها الناس من جميع الطوائف ، و من مختلف البلدان حاملين معهم مختلف العادات و التقاليد و الأفكار . فهل تتصورون قيام دولة رائعة كهذه بدون التسامح و تغليب الروح الإيجابية؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ليس من بأس أن يقول كويتيون آخرون أنهم لا يريدون الاختلاط ، و رجاءا كونوا صادقين ، لا تأتوا بأسباب واهية و تظهروا خوفكم ، فلا بد أن هناك سببا منطقيا وراء ذلك . أعتقد أنه سبب اقتصادي في الأساس ، و هذا السبب الاقتصادي سيؤثر على البلاد بالفعل ، و رغم أن الرزق على الله ، و لكن العمل علينا ، فهل أعد الفريق الآخر دراسة اقتصادية تبين الضرر الذي يقع على البلاد ككل ؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;أعتقد أنهم عقول جادة ... فماذا سيعدون لاحتمال وأد مشروع الجامعات الخاصة في الكويت بسبب التكلفة الاقتصادية لمنع الاختلاط ، و ماذا أعدوا لمشروع التسامح الكبير في الكويت؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;يعمي وهج السلطة عيون العقل أحيانا ، لكن أسوأ ما في الأمر أن يعمى القلب!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-5795605919625479793?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/5795605919625479793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=5795605919625479793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5795605919625479793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5795605919625479793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='الخوف الأساسي!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-6695642732976353879</id><published>2008-02-03T17:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:35:07.973+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids stuff, Adult stuff!</title><content type='html'>... You know when they say that these movies, or whatever TV shows have adult content, or are for adults only?&lt;br /&gt;They should be pointing this out for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to say it's because kids are unable to understand this kinda 'content' as adults do, and therefore, they shouldn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;I am an adult now, I don't watch adult things very frequently though!&lt;br /&gt;what I was trying to say is: I was a kid one day in the very near past, and I used to be very smart, very articulate, and quiet a talkative person. I was a person, a little person that has ideas, and opinions of her own. I wanted to be heard. Unfortunately, my young mind is full of memories about adults saying, and doing things that I didn't understand. I am basically talking about a family at war. About being torn between two people I adored from the bottom of my heart and feeling like I was responsible for them being upset, and hating each other. Now, I am twenty three years old, and I still have some remainders of that troubled life, and a child's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like these conflicts might slowdown, or delay your growth and maturity because that package from childhood is so painful to be touched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it happened that you were  a parent, and passed by this blog... If there were kids, just keep your adult stuff away, protect them from your anger, fear, and frustration. Let them grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-6695642732976353879?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/6695642732976353879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=6695642732976353879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/6695642732976353879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/6695642732976353879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/02/kids-stuff-adult-stuff.html' title='Kids stuff, Adult stuff!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-5655456611485538096</id><published>2008-02-01T20:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:18:34.681+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Black Honey Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://outdoors.webshots.com/photo/2259767460102756760kmixsY"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Adams Creek" src="http://inlinethumb28.webshots.com/11291/2259767460102756760S425x425Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDE4ODYzMTU4MjgmcD*xMDY2MSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-5655456611485538096?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/5655456611485538096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=5655456611485538096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5655456611485538096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5655456611485538096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/02/black-honey-jar.html' title='A Black Honey Jar'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-4779903100429117609</id><published>2008-02-01T09:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T09:29:55.408+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Days</title><content type='html'>... I am in a very positive mood these days. I know it's because of work. They've actually bought us a 5 days long course on spirituality and focusing. That was a great week though it really was bloody painful because I really couldn't focus 100% and my first trials of creting ( Silence) in my mind were shameful. All I thought about on the last day was how and where to get my favorite glass computer desk ( Fibre glass or something like that, the glass that never breaks)!&lt;br /&gt; However, the course, sort of changed my mental processes, and I feel like I can take a look at my options in every situation I face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this morning, I began to write about my self, and then I remembered that I have a good old desire to continue my higher studies and be a teacher or something even more in the University like my teachers Dr. Jamal Buresly, and Dr. Amin Al Muhanna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really lucky to be taught by those two capable, excellent teachers in Arts and in Linguistics.&lt;br /&gt;I was too happy to remember how their classes were a joy to my mind as well as my heart. Some people wouldn't go along with these two teachers but I love how they are involved in what they teach. It personally means some thing to them. It feel like they are teaching a part of thier personal identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really thought that I was doing something great when I was attending your classes or working for the papers you asked us to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jamal Buresly's focus on cretivity and personal opinions and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;I love Amin Al Muhanna's resilience, and hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for coming back, the good old days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-4779903100429117609?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/4779903100429117609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=4779903100429117609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/4779903100429117609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/4779903100429117609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-old-days.html' title='Good Old Days'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-8969238775768285500</id><published>2008-01-25T01:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:27:05.260+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Black Honey Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://outdoors.webshots.com/photo/2616723580059823667SBcPfQ"&gt;&lt;IMG alt=IMG_5544 src="http://inlinethumb62.webshots.com/36669/2616723580059823667S425x425Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDEyMTM2MjI4OTAmcD*xMDY2MSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-8969238775768285500?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/8969238775768285500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=8969238775768285500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8969238775768285500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8969238775768285500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/01/black-honey-jar_25.html' title='A Black Honey Jar'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-9106514552322589327</id><published>2008-01-25T01:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:16:03.596+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wake Up Call...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For Those of you who want to wake up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's uneasy to think that your son or your daughter, or rather your younger brother or sister is in trouble. I always hear parents say that it's impossible for us to think that our son (or daughter) has been taking drugs, stealing, or raping. We don't usually look at that weird looking uncle thinking " Oh, stay away from him sweet heart, your uncle is going to molest you". We might not be able to think of that new, handsome fiance as a future &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;thief&lt;/span&gt; or abuser. It's just hard and unnatural to think of people this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, we are even taught by our parents to trust others more than to trust our own hearts when they tell us that there's something wrong with that person, and this place. Louder voices of our most trusted people mix up with our inner voices leaving us with state of confusion. That's when we get hurt easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not an easy situation, is it?&lt;br /&gt;Who shall we trust? Is it better to be a little bit paranoid than to be naive, and get hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't betrayal a very painful situation to go through?&lt;br /&gt;Don't we hide a lot about us from other people, even those who are so close to us? Why do we think then that we know everything about them? ( To be continued...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-9106514552322589327?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/9106514552322589327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=9106514552322589327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/9106514552322589327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/9106514552322589327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/01/wake-up-call.html' title='A Wake Up Call...'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-7317264073783689751</id><published>2008-01-22T18:04:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:04:14.484+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Black Honey Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2824543610102302698gFibPS"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Mr. Right! ( 20.01.08 POTD)" src="http://inlinethumb52.webshots.com/42355/2824543610102302698S425x425Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDEwMTQyNTU*MjEmcD*xMDY2MSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-7317264073783689751?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/7317264073783689751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=7317264073783689751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7317264073783689751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7317264073783689751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/01/black-honey-jar_22.html' title='A Black Honey Jar'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-9023016638272978945</id><published>2008-01-22T17:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:01:02.928+03:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were one of 'them'!</title><content type='html'>The other day there was some fantastic news in one of the Arabic magazines in Kuwait; the first Arab psychiatrist that would attempt to 'cure' homosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not a big fan of the idea that homosexuality or 'sexual orientation' is solely genetic, or hormonal. The reason why I think so is that I totally believe in the human mind, and the human determination. I think that a powerful mind changes many facts in life and re-arranges the whole life we live in differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am not also a fan of the conservative view of the situation, where we should take 'them' and put 'them' in one corner and beat them 'till they come back to normal! Violence creates more violence in return and soon we will find homosexuals marching in our streets asking us to treat them like humans. That's what happened in the Western countries, and now the result is clear, homosexuals are finally treated like humans, if not even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am with giving everyone who's going through this problem the chance to discover their options. Being rejected, is one of the most fearful situation that any one could go through. People were rejected throughout the history for ridiculous, shameful reasons like being women, colored, or even Muslims. As I said, what I believe is that homosexuality is more of mental choice that might have been taken deep down in that persons soul that he or she can't connect with the origins of it. It might be a damaging type of parenting, that would've changed how this boy or girl see himself or herself in terms of sexuality. It might be a problem with the other sex that would make it impossible for this person to find security, of satisfaction both emotionally and physically with a member of the opposite sex. I am sure that Psychologists have many explanations for homosexuality that might be applied on some of the cases. I think that this psychiatrist, if he was open minded enough would learn a lot from his patients about the situation at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to conclude by saying that I am a true believer of the power of mind, and of proper psychological therapy. I believe that everyone should take his chance in this path, and should find an environment secure enough for them to expose their sources of pain and find out answers to their, and our questions. After all, think of it this way, those people are our kids, don't we want them to be healthy and live a happy life? Why don't we help them out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-9023016638272978945?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/9023016638272978945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=9023016638272978945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/9023016638272978945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/9023016638272978945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-were-one-of-them.html' title='If you were one of &apos;them&apos;!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1287567176216825576</id><published>2008-01-19T16:25:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T16:25:38.241+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Black Honey Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://outdoors.webshots.com/photo/2026591650102057284zcaoPY"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="toronto island gate" src="http://inlinethumb36.webshots.com/15395/2026591650102057284S425x425Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDA3NDkxMzc3NjUmcD*xMDY2MSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1287567176216825576?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1287567176216825576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1287567176216825576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1287567176216825576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1287567176216825576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/01/black-honey-jar.html' title='A Black Honey Jar'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-2318572459499702339</id><published>2008-01-19T10:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T10:15:51.506+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinescape - Coming Soon#4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://webserver2.kncc.com/comingsoon.php#4"&gt;Cinescape - Coming Soon#4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's The Nany Diaries...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-2318572459499702339?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://webserver2.kncc.com/comingsoon.php#4' title='Cinescape - Coming Soon#4'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2318572459499702339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=2318572459499702339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2318572459499702339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2318572459499702339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/01/cinescape-coming-soon4.html' title='Cinescape - Coming Soon#4'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1455567299680452527</id><published>2008-01-19T10:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T10:16:27.034+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coming soon to the Kuwaiti Cinemas is the New ( old movie) Nany's Diaries. I've watched this movie a month ago or something, and it's hilarious when you think about how it resembles the life style here in Kuwait where  servants and maids of all Asian Countries flood our Co-Op Societies and take our kids to school in the morning, and then get them back at the end of the day. Not only that, but it's touching when you see how do they actually govern our family life, where the maid becomes the child's role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sweet movie, but with a message that precisely fit a society like ours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD Bliss you, Kuwait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1455567299680452527?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1455567299680452527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1455567299680452527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1455567299680452527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1455567299680452527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/01/coming-soon-to-kuwaiti-cinemas-is-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1559242282947824955</id><published>2008-01-13T21:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T10:06:00.382+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fawziya Vs. Phil (Final)</title><content type='html'>...To wrap up, I want to say that, when we talk about a family that consists of you, your spouse, and kids, that's tough. The happy family is a goal that we work on with all our hearts all over the years. If you to be rich, you have to add money to your bank account all the time, same in your family life. You have to add love, friendship, smile, dream, success, &lt;strong&gt;all the time&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To be &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;, I believe, is to be &lt;strong&gt;brave&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I watch these two shows I realize even more how seductive (but how painful ) it is to avoid to see the truth and face it. In marriage it's even worse, you actually have little precious lives in your hands . We need to &lt;strong&gt;wake up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still however see, that there's nothing called a hopeless case once we start being hopeful, brave, and responsible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1559242282947824955?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1559242282947824955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1559242282947824955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1559242282947824955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1559242282947824955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/01/fawziya-vs-phil.html' title='Fawziya Vs. Phil (Final)'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-8116912163076356341</id><published>2008-01-13T21:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:44:05.304+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fawziya VS. Phil (2)</title><content type='html'>...To be honest about it, I don't think that very sensitive emotional problems that rather can wreck a whole family down should be announced like shout outs in musical stations. Sometimes there are some deep questions that need a thorough talk and I don't think that it's fair or honest to treat them like they were nothing at all and just " why can't you put up with it, woman!". That's unfair to the person, and unfair to the family. There are kids involved and their emotional security is the most important here.&lt;br /&gt;That is the point that I like the most about Dr. Phil. I think he's got a clear picture about how a healthy relationship would be. He knows how to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;In our societies, when a man cheats on his woman, that's always justifiable. I've never, ever seen Dr. Phil justifies it though he's so masculine and so bald. I don't think that Dr. Fawziya would ever justify it, but she always emphasize the fact that women do usually forgive men. Saying this once and again &amp;amp; making it as if it's the essence of femininity makes it sound right for the woman to forgive her man for cheating on her. In order to forgive him she should give him excuses, which eventually make it justifiable! That's what happens all the time, but it's wrong, and she should as a psychologist, and a responsible person in the society, be honest and clear about what's right and what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it: Here's a very masculine man, who lives in a society full of stimulation, and say that cheating is wrong, wrong, wrong. And here's a woman who lives in an Islamic society where sex outside marriage is prohibited, and she (kinda...) say otherwise!!&lt;br /&gt;There are some folks who just don't know what's right from wrong, so why not invest sometime on telling them that?! (to be continued...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-8116912163076356341?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/8116912163076356341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=8116912163076356341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8116912163076356341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8116912163076356341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/01/fawziya-vs-phil-2.html' title='Fawziya VS. Phil (2)'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-8511336137683845991</id><published>2008-01-13T20:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:08:21.688+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fawziyah VS. Phill!</title><content type='html'>I'd like to think of marriage as a (legal) bond between (Two) adults that are welling to commit to it and do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; best to make it work. However, in the real world that doesn't happen all the time. It's not about our culture, I'm not talking about our oriental culture and our religion where marriage is mandatory. The phrase above apply to the western societies as well where you can simply choose not to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; worlds though, are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk almost daily about drugs, homosexuality, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;infidelity&lt;/span&gt;, rape, crime. That's just one small world, isn't it? We are now going through the issues of the western societies because after all, we are all humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after this introduction, I want to talk about those two distinguished people who work in the field of psychology, and try to solve the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;riddles&lt;/span&gt; that we all go through.&lt;br /&gt;I am a big fan of Dr. Phil. I don't agree with him 100%, but I am confident that there's a large amount of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;credibility&lt;/span&gt; to the way he approaches the issues at hand. On the other hand, there's Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fawziya&lt;/span&gt; Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Durai&lt;/span&gt;', the only Arab woman who had the guts to talk about Sex and Sexual Relationships in an adult, respective manner, though she's got flaws here or there. I don't like the way she approaches many of the Emotional problems that she encounters on air, but I do respect her for stepping up and trying to at least let all the people know that there are problems of every kind in our societies.&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-8511336137683845991?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/8511336137683845991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=8511336137683845991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8511336137683845991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8511336137683845991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/01/fawziyah-vs-phill.html' title='Fawziyah VS. Phill!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-3096724736648791694</id><published>2008-01-11T07:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:30:21.876+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuwait's cool</title><content type='html'>I am not really interested that much in &lt;strong&gt;politics&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm more interested in the way people here in Kuwait think about their own country, about its present &amp;amp; its future. Every summer, Kuwait, our free, beloved country, becomes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kuwait, the deserted country. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Isn't it a shame that people travel like that all together, and leave their beloved country unattended?&lt;br /&gt;Please people, don't misunderstand me. I think that travelling is one of the "Human Rights". Each individual has to have the right to travel at least once in his or her life. However, our country is a special case here. Foreigners hugely outnumber us the native Kuwaitis, and all of those foreigners will normally go to their countries in vacations. When you, Kuwaitis, travel with them, who's going to stay here in Kuwait. Who's going to take care of your houses and your bank accounts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we convert our country into a beautiful, entertaining, touristic place, if you don't stay there people?&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to tell those in the government &amp;amp; the Parliament about what 'we', Kuwaiti people want to see in our country.&lt;br /&gt;You want to see a Broadway? more museums, more beaches ( and therefore less restaurants), a late night cinema show out doors, Fashion shows, night clubs ( Though not really recommended!), Car races ( Oh, I'd love to see a real one here in Kuwait), a stronger men's soccer, a women's soccer. Sports, sports, and sports. Water sports, man... What about that? Like the pearl Diving... the pearl diving is a great idea, but we want more and more of that so young men in Kuwait could get off their asses and do something better than playing play station all the time ( Though I'd really recommend some play station tournaments). In fact, Kuwait is a country with a long see shore, but we don't have much water sports . How about that, people 'f Kuwait? Be active in the summer. I would see all the health clubs drop their fancy prices down for the summer, and lots 'f people going to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many ways where we can make our country an amusing place. For example, can't we get Dr. Phil, to teach us a little bit about how we can take care of our selves, and get real?&lt;br /&gt;Can't we get some money experts to lead us to the financial freedom, and teach us how to start new small businesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Kuwait is just going to be so cool man!&lt;br /&gt;It was a cool country in the '60s and the '70s, and it should stay cool always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have prohibited everything in the name of religion. We agree with you on the fact that there shouldn't be any night clubs, or alcohol in Kuwait. These are not the kind 'f fun that we need, but when you take something you have to put something instead. People here in Kuwait like to have fun, what did you do to fulfill that need?&lt;br /&gt;Did you focus on making this country beautiful because it's a religious thing? Did you focus on making younger citizens more involved with all kinds of science because it's a religious thing?&lt;br /&gt;We don't really need an Islamic country. We need an Islamic Civilization. We want people to stay in Kuwait and be more productive, and see their brilliant ideas come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your intentions have been good, some 'f you have intended to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; our after life. However indeed you really didn't have a project for this life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-3096724736648791694?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/3096724736648791694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=3096724736648791694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/3096724736648791694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/3096724736648791694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/01/kuwaits-cool.html' title='Kuwait&apos;s cool'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-7080209073651364495</id><published>2008-01-03T10:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:04:41.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Day of the year!</title><content type='html'>Few days passed since the year kicked off, and some might have had celebrated, and maybe even missed it all up in the name of (Celebrating). The New Year mostly activated our imaginations. Some of us imagined in detail the exact way in which they, or someone they love, will fail, or get sick. Some of us have imagined the way they will become the next Paris Hilton, or the next millionaire (Some of us even really became millionaires, see the newspaper!). Yeah, well, some of us are so lucky... but most of us are not. We know in the back of our minds that we have to work hard and earn it! Easy comes (we believe) Easy goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the third day of the New Year. Last year I decided that I want to be a writer, and what an easy choice to make. I am a writer right now, nevertheless only a handful of people know that I do. I believe in baby steps though. What I was trying to say is that no matter what your dreams were for the past few days, &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;, you have to get real about things. &lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; you have to face reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that you can be a &lt;strong&gt;multimillionaire&lt;/strong&gt;? Yeah, sure...&lt;br /&gt;However, what are you doing with your money now?&lt;br /&gt;Get real...&lt;br /&gt;How much do you &lt;strong&gt;make&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Get real...&lt;br /&gt;How much do you &lt;strong&gt;spend&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Get real...&lt;br /&gt;How much do you &lt;strong&gt;save&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Get real...&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in &lt;strong&gt;abundance&lt;/strong&gt; or in scarcity?&lt;br /&gt;Get real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much money there is in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have only two choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either too much, enough for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too little, I even think I am likely to starve in the next few years due to Gulf War, Israel, Mr. Bush, or the Global Warming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choose&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-7080209073651364495?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/7080209073651364495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=7080209073651364495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7080209073651364495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7080209073651364495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2008/01/3rd-day-of-year.html' title='3rd Day of the year!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1957455785465459249</id><published>2007-12-31T17:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:07:21.158+03:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 is not done yet!</title><content type='html'>Few hours before the coming of the brand new year, but 2007 isn't over yet, and we are still living those few hours, a minute by minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about the new year. Some of the people who participated in the discussion said that 2008 is going to be a good year because according to one of the chinese traditional sciences, the number 8 is a good number. Number 8 is even greater than number 7 for those people who have said that 2007 was a great year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other people have said that 2008 might not be a good year. I personally try not to feel so, but it's just a habitual kind of feeling where after a very good year you expect a bad one as if you really didn't deserve the good things that happened to you. I try to remind my self of the emotional and mental energy I have exerted so far to stay committed to the happy life that I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to remind my self that those efforts have paid me off, and I reached to that stage of my life where my love to life is more intense, and I am more aware of my world, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a great person yet, and I guess that the next year is my chance to be. It's the chance to re-build my strengths, and give less excuses, and more accomlishments. It's a chance for me to decide where my life is going to go from now on. It's maybe the time for me to decide that I will open up, lower my guard, and be vulnerable so that I could be able to recieve more from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 was a very tough year, but I can't say it was bad. If I looked at it from a different angle I can say that this year has shaped me, and gave me a courage that comes from the belief that there's nothing worse than what had happened, and If I dealt with that, then I can deal with this!&lt;br /&gt;It taught me that problems don't go away by themselves, and I should deal with them, and deal with my negative thinking. It taught me that If I really wanted something behind the door, then I'll have to knock at the door until I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if 2008 was really a terrible, horrible year! So what? what could break a human being who doesn't want to ?!&lt;br /&gt;We know people, well-known, all over the world. They've survived prisons, they've survived wars, They've survived abuse, and they've survived cancers and AIDS. What can break a human spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man!&lt;br /&gt;Have a brand new, blissed 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1957455785465459249?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1957455785465459249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1957455785465459249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1957455785465459249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1957455785465459249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-is-not-done-yet.html' title='2007 is not done yet!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-8511954220787150540</id><published>2007-12-29T17:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T18:18:17.525+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace at war!</title><content type='html'>We have learnt at school long, long ago that the family house is the safest and most peaceful place for us on Earth, Well, doesn't seem to be true, does it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The need for a house, or a home is universal need. It's the place you turn to for comfort, and protection. However, does it seem so in TV series these days?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abuse has become a very familiar scene. Livingrooms have turned into battlefields, and the strong controls the weak by every available way including verbal, emotional, physical, and sexual abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's at least what we see on TV, between spouses, parents and kids, and between siblings.&lt;br /&gt;I know when those who make these TV series ( as well as movies now) say that this what actually happening and we are merely projecting it on TV. The problem is with the message that we fill our minds as we watch one TV series after the other.We watch hitting, slapping, calling names, control, control, control, in every bad way even for the best of reasons!&lt;br /&gt;Those business men who make those series always say that :"we are not responsible, we make what people want to watch."&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, I guess " we are making what fills our pockets with money, and to hell with people, to hell with families, and to hell with you. Just a bunch of stupid viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watch those series then, yeah, you're a stupid viewer!&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I waste my time watching abuse, I feel like stupid, irrisponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to (peace at home). Your homes are not peaceful if you don't stop watching those series because all they carry to your home is poison. It's filling your hearts, even without you noticing with feelings of resentment, helplessness, and all the crap of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this is like watching porn, it's stimulating, but damaging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-8511954220787150540?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/8511954220787150540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=8511954220787150540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8511954220787150540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8511954220787150540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/12/peace-at-war.html' title='Peace at war!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-4931900283106171719</id><published>2007-12-22T21:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T21:24:07.308+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Right Choices</title><content type='html'>#1: I choose to love.&lt;br /&gt;#2: I choose to love 'me' &lt;strong&gt;now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: I choose to love my (&lt;strong&gt;current version) &lt;/strong&gt;instead of looking for (&lt;strong&gt;better version&lt;/strong&gt;) of me.&lt;br /&gt;#4: I choose to love my body.&lt;br /&gt;#5: I choose to love my face.&lt;br /&gt;#6: I choose to love history ( Past, Present, &amp;amp; Future).&lt;br /&gt;#7: Beginning from this moment I choose to solve my problems &amp;amp; stop whining about them.&lt;br /&gt;#8: I choose to take the challenge &amp;amp; be grateful about everything in my life.&lt;br /&gt;#9: I am brave, I choose to be even more brave.&lt;br /&gt;#10:I choose to wait for tomorrow to come, for the best to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-4931900283106171719?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/4931900283106171719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=4931900283106171719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/4931900283106171719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/4931900283106171719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-right-choices.html' title='My Right Choices'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-6421871301462345928</id><published>2007-12-20T18:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:56:00.414+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Education</title><content type='html'>Recently, there was a failed project to include a sexual education course in to government schools in Kuwait. There was also two attempts of pushing the minister of Education to resign, both of them were related to sex. The first one was about selling some books with sexual content (they say!) in one of the institutes, and the second one was about molesting a child in one of the elementary schools. Of course, Politics is a very dirty game. But the most remarkable thing is that politicians of the 21st century are using Sex this time and therefore making the political life in Kuwait even hotter with a lot of ( Mas5arah). That doesn't mean that I'm not sorry for the child that's being molested or for the minds of those girls ( that half of them are married already and the other half didn't notice the book) that were contaminated by the sexual (adult) content of the books.I however am amazed by  failed attempt to include a sexual education course in the government schools. I Think that those politicians who were very interested with designing those sexual scandals to fit the Minister of Education ( Who is a woman !) didn't really like their children and all the Kuwaiti children to know what's in their minds!&lt;br /&gt;A woman is always attached to sex even when she's 40 and above and have proved herself as mother and as a hard working person who has shaped the hearts and minds of many other ( mothers ) in this society.&lt;br /&gt;But, mind you, they can also use sexual or ethical scandals against men as well. They did try to suggest that some Kuwaitis who were working for a very important economical sector ( meaning Oil industry ) were using their resources in an unethical way when they were out side Kuwait for some mission! I don't want to add any details here.&lt;br /&gt;I can say that 2007 was the year of Ethical scandals here in Kuwait. The war between the Parliament and The government have become dirty, dirty...!&lt;br /&gt;Man just stop it ! It's disgusting.!&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand it's also a sexual education year. I can imagine my kids taking a course like that in ten years.&lt;br /&gt;Let's wait &amp;amp; see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-6421871301462345928?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/6421871301462345928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=6421871301462345928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/6421871301462345928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/6421871301462345928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/12/sexual-education.html' title='Sexual Education'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-5537717902265572</id><published>2007-12-19T14:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:30:09.025+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eid</title><content type='html'>I wish everyone in the whole world a happy Eid. Whether you were Muslim or non-Muslim, Eid is for all of us who want to feel happy. Millions of people are celebrating around the world, and that should fill the whole planet earth with good energy. Therefore, happy Eid for you all. Happy Eid for all planets, and all galaxies, with all those living in them, Earth is full of great energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Muslim &amp;amp; Non- Muslim terrorists of the world. Stop fighting today. Today is a day for happiness &amp;amp; peace.&lt;br /&gt;All Pilgrims of the world. Today's your day. Today you're the happiest, and we wish to be in your place next year.&lt;br /&gt;All people, poor &amp;amp; rich, black &amp;amp; white, Women &amp;amp; Men, today you're all equal. Today you all contribute to the happiness of Earth. Forget about all wars, and start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palestinians, Israelis, come on people. Stop anger, stop revenge, stop fighting, just for today, let the good energy in to  your little land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebanon. Let the happiness in to Beirut &amp;amp; everywhere in this small country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, Syria, Iran, Iraq, UAE, Oman, Qatar, Bahrain, Russia, China, Cuba, India, Pakistan, Egypt, Morocco, Kenya, South Africa, Australia, Britain, Ireland, Norway, Germany, Austria, Mexico, Jamaica, and all the lands of Earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-5537717902265572?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/5537717902265572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=5537717902265572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5537717902265572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5537717902265572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-eid.html' title='Happy Eid'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-3494024708907738303</id><published>2007-12-16T22:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:58:22.336+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bunch of Nineth Graders!</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, guess what, I was a ninth grader. By that time my body was already re-shaped, and I awkwardly entered the world of women, with reservations and lots of regrets.I didn't like to be forced in that identity with all that the word ( woman ) meant to me. I had that belief, that woman isn't really a good title to add to your life, and that I was ( doomed ) to be a woman. I personally held that belief that a woman is only that weak creature, with no dignity, and no freedom, and no will. That kind a person you would say is a second class citizen. That wasn't who I truly was. If you listened to me talking as I was still a little girl you would possibly think that I could be a great public speaker. I had that clear voice, and that distinguished confidence in saying those (big) Arabic words that grown ups might sometimes fail to say. As I was growing up I knew that I was bright and I had lots to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with ninth graders of the 21st century. A bunch of really good girls with different personalities, and different potentials. All trying to look glamorous like women, and all embracing in them the remainders of their innocence.They were playing all around in the old wooden playground, caring less about anything. Sometimes shouting, and just expressing excitement, joy, or even anger. They were going out in a school's evening and that's only one reason why it feels really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled one of my friends saying that girls these days are really corrupted. I look at those girls and I say to my self that they are full of beauty, and vividness, and it's unfair to say that (all) girls are corrupted. It's even more unfair to blame this on girls because life these days is full of contradictions and disappointment, that it's uneasy to anyone to feel content. Those young souls are looking at each and everyone of us. They are looking for belonging, respect, guidance, and lots of love. All we are giving them is negativity, and a bleak future of drugs, crimes of all kind, and failure, failure, failure. All we are trying to do is protect them from that big, unidentified danger that we see in our nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, please, shut the t.v down a little bit, and give your girl a hug. Teach her to be responsible and be her partner more than her boss. Listen, all girls need to be listened. Talk, many of them will listen back. We are in the 21st century. You can talk to her by the web cam every single day. Be the first one to tell her that you love her. If you care for your girl take care of your self.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, girls might be different, just allow this because nobody is ever the same. Once you let anyone meet them selves, and look at their bodies in the mirror with love and gratitude, and do what they really truly want to do everyday, it's going to be so hard for them to sell those bodies for drugs, or even sell thier minds to anexiety, depression,anger, or any destructive behavior.&lt;br /&gt;It's well-known that when girls are angry they would tend to harm themselves, and when boys are angry they tend to be harmful to everyone else. I'm telling you, girls and boys need to love themselves, and be proud of who they are and what they can offer to the world.&lt;br /&gt;Just notice the disappointed eye, and then tell me if you can judge those young souls anymore. Remember,  an angry look, or a word could be as violent as setting someones body on fire. Yeah, you need to be firm, and clear about one thing, that this kid, a girl or a boy deserves a better life. Stop the destructive behavior, but never stop loving. Never leave those kids alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-3494024708907738303?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/3494024708907738303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=3494024708907738303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/3494024708907738303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/3494024708907738303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/12/bunch-of-nineth-graders.html' title='A Bunch of Nineth Graders!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-6592343132819823245</id><published>2007-12-05T22:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:01:33.577+03:00</updated><title type='text'>December's Dream!</title><content type='html'>Here comes December, one of the most beautiful months. With December we can safely declare that we have started winter here in Kuwait. However, December is the end of a year. 2007 is a past right now. Did you write you lists for 2008 yet?!&lt;br /&gt;Did you enjoy the past year as well? As for me, this year was perfect and peaceful. It was a great vacation from the "Hard 2006". I guess that's because almost everyone was optimistic about this year in general. I remember that people felt good about 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's 2008 drawing close. No matter what's going to happen, we should work on a plan that is based on who we are and what means a lot to us. Do the things that will make you feel proud, really proud of who you are. Make less excuses about your own failures and start taking responsibility for your action ( and Re-actions as well).&lt;br /&gt;Start deep down. Dig down and look for those beliefs and values that are fake and that are denying you your right to be happy and feel good about your self and the world. Have faith in God. Have faith in love, and love all. Strive for freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom isn't really about how we dress, I guess it starts from the mind, when you're free from fears, doubts, hatred, jealousy, pain... all those kind of poisons that are depriving you from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For next year, I hope that I will stand, and hold my head high no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;Be Happier and more grateful for what I have.&lt;br /&gt;If it was the last in my life, I hope I'll die in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-6592343132819823245?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/6592343132819823245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=6592343132819823245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/6592343132819823245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/6592343132819823245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/12/decembers-dream.html' title='December&apos;s Dream!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-2164196708706705721</id><published>2007-11-30T19:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T20:03:21.831+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Abuse 2</title><content type='html'>There are three main types of Child abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physical abuse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sexual abuse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emotional abuse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But mind you, any type of maltreatment in childhood can't be classified as abusive unless if it leaves scars ( whether physical or emotional ) that continue to exist after childhood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there are some situations that are so abusive that they stay with the person even until he's sixty, and beyond, when the situation becomes so old and still so fresh and vivid like it happened yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A bad word said to the child once and again could be as abusive as a slap in the face. Some children can be sexually abused by the parent or by a relative. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do the parents have the right to be abusive to their children under any circumstance?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do Dads and Moms have the right to slap their kids in the face?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do they have the right to be alcoholic, or drug addicts and therefore mess the child's life up ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are the limits? Do parents know that their duty is to protect their children instead of abusing them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am sure that there very few parents who can be classified as 'dangerous'.Still. Deep down in your soul, how do you look at your kid? Are grateful that you have this kid? Are you willing to give her/him unconditional love ? Are you going to plague her/him with that feeling of not being good enough because she's a girl, and not a boy, because he's disabled, because you hate his mother/father?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That as well might be abusive, because it's a scar that lives with the person throughout his/her life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parents are not perfect. They must admit that, at least to them selves, and then do something about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have been abused by your parent, try your best to get out of the situation and look for professional help. Make sure not to let this heritage continue to affect other generations. Believe you've got the choice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-2164196708706705721?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2164196708706705721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=2164196708706705721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2164196708706705721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2164196708706705721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/11/child-abuse-2.html' title='Child Abuse 2'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-691386485913179865</id><published>2007-11-30T19:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T19:36:45.287+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Abuse!</title><content type='html'>I was an A student, back in school days. I remember that I might be 12 or 13 when our school wanted to reward us ( Geeks ), by taking us in a trip to a nearby school ( without that necessary stop at McDonald !) where they were holding an Exhibition, and raising money for those poor abused kids. The pictures that were hanged on the yellow walls were Heart- Breaking to the point that I wished there was no school trip, and that we've spent the time unrecognized ( as usual ). I went back home that day unable to recover from the shocking stories that have been written under each picture about parents who have gone too far to the point that they became monsters instead.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the face of that black boy who was standing out in the street with his hands tied down, and he was wearing a dress. Now that kid was between six and eight years, which means that he was beyond feeling confused about his sex, and so, wearing a dress in the street must have been very traumatic to him, which appeared in his face. I saw other horrible faces of other kids, boys as well as girls. They must be asking themselves right now, what have we done back then to be treated like that?!&lt;br /&gt;There must be some patterns behind abuse. Mostly, abused children come from environments where there's alcoholism and substance abuse. Abuse can also result from a parent who have been abused as a child, or if he/she has a serious mental health problem such as Depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people you know are creating these dangerous environments or living inside them?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-691386485913179865?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/691386485913179865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=691386485913179865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/691386485913179865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/691386485913179865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/11/child-abuse.html' title='Child Abuse!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1755708220584176168</id><published>2007-11-16T10:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T10:59:55.934+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Daughter With Love!</title><content type='html'>Little sweet heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I didn't write to you for so long, but I really couldn't forget you. It's just at times I don't know what to write to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday morning, I've got a lot to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to try to do this for me...&lt;br /&gt;Accept whatever life throughs at you with gratitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I might have said this to you before, but I can't emphasize this enough.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are unsatisfied with what they have. If you are not yet grateful of what you have in life, you're not ready to receive more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fact about life. Life is very vast. Life has got a lot to give, but life doesn't give those people who don't know how to be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the time I spend writing to you because it's healing me from inside, and connecting me with what's important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a movie last night about a man who came all the way from Hungary to New York for a goal that might seem ridiculous but that have meant a lot to him.&lt;br /&gt;He was held in the airport for a long time waiting to be allowed to go to New York because he didn't have his papers with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he had was a peanut can that he clings to. That can meant a lot to him. After all, it took him all the way to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for a long time. After facing a lot of difficulties, and after he almost gave up and packed his things ready to go back home, the door to New York opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spent one day to finish his job and came back. His dream just came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside that peanut can there were a collection of cards that were signed with the names of his father's favorite American Jaz musicians.&lt;br /&gt;However, there's one card left un signed. The son has promised his father that he will go to New York to meet that man and make him sign it.&lt;br /&gt;That's what exactly happened.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of stories like that. Un fortunately,most of the time we don't remember them when we face the first few failures. Most of us give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, we will sit together and think what's our missions, and visions&lt;br /&gt;and we will spend our lives working to make them come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you might be faced with obstacles, and you can't really feel grateful for them.&lt;br /&gt;In that case, I guess that the best act of gratitude is to let go of bitterness, and recognize the ways in which those difficulties have made you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you everyday...&lt;br /&gt;Mum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1755708220584176168?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1755708220584176168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1755708220584176168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1755708220584176168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1755708220584176168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-my-daughter-with-love_16.html' title='To My Daughter With Love!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1317095836172245832</id><published>2007-11-05T23:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:21:02.338+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Daughter With Love!</title><content type='html'>"Good evening sweet heart...&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking a few minutes ago... how do one deal with criticism, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; if it sounded "objective"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a problem dealing with criticism, but I'm much better than I was ( Not having a nervous break down over every  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trivial&lt;/span&gt; thing in life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you this... do the work, and let the correcting to other people. There are those people who are called critiques... They've got the guts to tell you what you've done right or wrong, and they have an eye for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be to succeed in life, and I mean really succeeding  in your life, you've got to be a little bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;courageous&lt;/span&gt;. You need to go at least one step farther each time and discover other areas in which you can excel. You've got to know that we, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;human beings&lt;/span&gt; have got a lot of talents. We've got a lot to present to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you work, babe, and let the critiques talk about it and make you famous!&lt;br /&gt;Remember this... no one has gained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every bodies'&lt;/span&gt; approval about everything they've done. Even prophets, and great scientists had enemies, critiques, and lots of people who were just indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release the energy you have. Start with something you love, work hard and wait to see doors &amp;amp; hearts opening for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you every day,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you every day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1317095836172245832?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1317095836172245832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1317095836172245832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1317095836172245832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1317095836172245832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-my-daughter-with-love_05.html' title='To My Daughter With Love!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-6834318772358464469</id><published>2007-11-04T10:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T10:10:22.581+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Daughter with Love!</title><content type='html'>Just a short message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like Demie Moore if you wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-6834318772358464469?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/6834318772358464469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=6834318772358464469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/6834318772358464469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/6834318772358464469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-my-daughter-with-love_04.html' title='To My Daughter with Love!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-765089359540904460</id><published>2007-11-03T18:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T10:07:41.449+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Daughter with Love!</title><content type='html'>" Hello sweet heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Mummy again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing there? far away from here? I hope you're doing Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'll tell you this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so precious, my little one, so precious that I can't wait to see you. Sometime, in the past, I was like you, a little girl that maybe no one thought of. I don't know if my mum ever thought of me before I came to the planet Earth. Maybe she did but I forgot. Now, I'm writing to you, and I hope that this is will be here in the time when I finally meet you face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you this too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep writing to you because one of my co-workers once read those things I write to you and she said that she wished her mum said those things to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day... say this every nmorning when you get up. Forget everything that happened last week or through the weekend or the day before. They've all gone. Do your best now, do your best and be the best person you can be today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you everyday&lt;br /&gt;I miss you everyday&lt;br /&gt;mummy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-765089359540904460?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/765089359540904460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=765089359540904460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/765089359540904460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/765089359540904460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-my-daughter-with-love_03.html' title='To My Daughter with Love!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-7695533748654705752</id><published>2007-11-01T20:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:12:19.524+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Daughter with Love!</title><content type='html'>" My beloved little one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not going to be good all the time. You'll realise for your self that you're not perfect, and that you're capable of mistakes. There will be times when you will mistreat your self. There will be times when you'll feel life is being too hard on you, or you'll feel very lonely.&lt;br /&gt;All of us are exposed to this kind of thinking and feeling. All of us are prone to lose our reason and follow illusions. Some people may have very dark and destructive beliefs about life. Those beliefs will be like monsters that emerge everytime something shakes those peoples' worlds .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I just want you to know this. Though I wish you all good, but maybe, there will be times when you can't see life as ( all-good) , and maybe you'll see it as (all-bad). I think, this is the greatest mistake that you could ever do.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, when you see life as choices, and infinite potentials. When see life as a place for everyone, and recognize your duty towards life and people, I hope you'll then be able to start learning one important thing in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to be loving, caring, affectionate, and forgiving, and start with your self.&lt;br /&gt;Learn that from the first mistake: No guilt, no shame... just love and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Recognize that you've mistreated your self. That you awe your self an apology,  do all you can to fix the situation, and go on.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think much of what will people say, and don't let the circle of shame and guilt sucks you in like a black hole.&lt;br /&gt;I love you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Mummy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-7695533748654705752?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/7695533748654705752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=7695533748654705752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7695533748654705752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7695533748654705752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-my-daughter-with-love.html' title='To My Daughter with Love!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-9014700898189944244</id><published>2007-10-31T18:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T18:30:46.230+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To Whom It May Concern!</title><content type='html'>My idea about heaven, is a very long afternoon that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;An afternoon of a day in spring &amp;amp; I'm walking in the side walk around a garden...&lt;br /&gt;After the garden there's a beach. though the beach is somehow far away, but I still can reach it before this eternal afternoon is ended. When I reach the beach, I go on my way on the water, walking on it exactly like Moses when he walked through the sea. I would walk as far as I wanted for as long as I wished, humming an old song, and breathing in peace, love, and tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;If I've got heaven in this life then that's what I mostly need... Unlimited time, unshakable peace, and the valuable nature of an afternoon in the spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-9014700898189944244?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/9014700898189944244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=9014700898189944244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/9014700898189944244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/9014700898189944244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='To Whom It May Concern!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-4086135488352127426</id><published>2007-10-28T11:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T12:19:12.540+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Daughter With Love!</title><content type='html'>Again, &amp;amp; again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" My Butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do imagine you in your first days, so small, so delicate. You've known nothing about the world except what I've been telling you all the time since you were inside me, or even a little bit before that as I was expecting you, waiting for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'll be telling you a little bit about some great man in our world. He was a man with big hairs that go above his head like grey flames. This man has got a big head too, so big that he dreamt to fit all the universe inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to know all Gods secrets... a great ambition indeed, though impossible to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Still he wasn't that kind of arrogant man... No, He was just a true lover of truth &amp;amp; the universe. A true lover of the God that Created everything, The God that Knows everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't get to know the man before because they didn't teach us anything about him in school. Maybe because he's a Jewish man with all the connotation of being Jewish in our minds. However, I say It's completely unfair for us to be that ignorant while we can be otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to Albert Einstein, I don't care if he was a Jewish or an atheist ( though with all the discoveries that he has come to, It's impossible to even think he was). I'm much concerned with the new vision, and the new universe that comes as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write to you about this man every now &amp;amp; then. You might not be as great as he was but you'll still have the chance to set higher standards for your self, and I'll help you with all the money, time, love,&amp;amp; faith that I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you every day,&lt;br /&gt;Mummy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-4086135488352127426?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/4086135488352127426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=4086135488352127426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/4086135488352127426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/4086135488352127426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-my-daughter-with-love_28.html' title='To My Daughter With Love!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-3260485791451517553</id><published>2007-10-24T08:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T08:40:30.024+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Daughter With Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Good morning&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, you might think that this advice is really old fashioned, and you might not like it at all. I'm telling you not only as a mother but as a friend... lets say a&lt;br /&gt;(a big sister)...&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what's the key to achievement? Two things:&lt;br /&gt;1) Believe that you're going to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;2) Work hard to make it come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believed and sat down like that doing nothing , you'll be a very confident moocher. If you worked hard without believing in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;value of&lt;/span&gt; your achievement to you, you'll end up exhausted, &amp;amp; worse, you'll feel like whatever you did is meaningless!&lt;br /&gt;However, there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; important side to strong belief. That is, to believe in your self.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, please, believe you can do everything you desire. Believe that the whole universe will collide with you to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;That, along with hard work will definitely make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;Okay sweet heart...&lt;br /&gt;You might not believe in that right now, and not until you're old enough to demand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt;... and you want to kick me out of your life because I'm telling you what to do and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; not to do all the time.&lt;br /&gt;When you're a little kid, it's not yet the time to do that. That's the time to teach you love, happiness, and games to play.&lt;br /&gt;There will be time when I'm going to let you go...&lt;br /&gt;A great woman, a great daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you every day,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Mummy"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-3260485791451517553?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/3260485791451517553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=3260485791451517553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/3260485791451517553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/3260485791451517553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-my-daughter-with-love_24.html' title='To My Daughter With Love!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-2462994417319958257</id><published>2007-10-23T18:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:30:25.025+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Daughter with Love!</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;My little baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really don't know what to say today. I guess It's just a writer's block. Listen... Here it is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once you come, I want to teach you this, from the very first moment of your life I'll be talking to you... I talk to you love, I'll talk to you warmth. I'll teach you to take your self seriously. I'll tell you to respect your self, love your self, hug &amp;amp; kiss your face in the mirror ( when you're alone of course) and let people say that you're a little bit weird, a little bit crazy, when they see you doing the right thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you to be different, and I want you to love being different, because repeating what most of the people do will get you to where those people reached.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got the mind of an artist, and so, I really tend to like metaphysics, parapsychology &amp;amp; new age, because this stuff honors imagination, and gives you more choices.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you to believe that you can really make your life the way you want it because in &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantum physics&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; say that your thoughts can affect every particle in every atom in the whole world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you to learn these things while you can, and learn them the right way so that you know you've got choices. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that if you chose to be like everyone else, I would still cheer up because I gave you other choices.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I you're like everyone else, or different... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will still love you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you baby...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-2462994417319958257?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2462994417319958257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=2462994417319958257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2462994417319958257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2462994417319958257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-my-daughter-with-love_23.html' title='To My Daughter with Love!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1245474980566379564</id><published>2007-10-22T17:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:58:27.484+03:00</updated><title type='text'>African Food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I've got a question this evening...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've seen, in Kuwait, &amp;amp; all over the world ( As if I really traveled the whole world) Chinese Restaurants, Lebanese Restaurants, Greek Retaurants, Italian Restaurants, Indian Restaurants, Mexican Restaurants, and even Japanese ones. However, I've never heard of an African restaurants from Somalia, South Africa, Sudan, Keneya, or the like...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm wondering why is that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't they have certain dishes to present to the world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is thier food that wild, as a result of Africa being a very wild continent?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are they too poor or ashamed of what thier mama's used to feed them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or are they ( &amp;amp; we ) are afraid that Africa can't import any type of food but Famine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish there's an African Restaurant around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1245474980566379564?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1245474980566379564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1245474980566379564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1245474980566379564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1245474980566379564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/10/african-food.html' title='African Food!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-8074793895968869596</id><published>2007-10-22T07:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T08:23:39.108+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Daughter with Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;My little one!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things aren't going to be the same for you as they are for me right now. I expect many things to change. I expect that you might think of me at one point of time as Old Fashioned, or out dated. That's normal, &amp;amp; believe me, that's what I exactly feel towards some of the things that older people would say or do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From now on, I'm not going to ask you to follow everything 'old fashioned' I might do or say. But know this, older people need some respect, &amp;amp; if they feel respected they would let go, or to be specific: they will live &amp;amp; let live. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124025973668077426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/RxwyeYxcX3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7wejTg67NvQ/s320/peace+of+mind.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one wants to feel out casted or 'old fashioned' as you grow up you'll somehow learn how horrifying it is to be isolated, and to not be able to belong somewhere. In this case, I prefer to belong to the e respected (&amp;amp; honored) old fashioned Girls!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll tell you something that never gets old... Learn to live in peace in the inside...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's going to take you time to learn to stabilize your self &amp;amp; I hope I'll be there for you when the time comes... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old fashioned, yet crossing the bridge &amp;amp; coming to you !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you everyday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy"&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/8387785617728647471-8074793895968869596?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/8074793895968869596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=8074793895968869596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8074793895968869596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8074793895968869596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-my-daughter-with-love_22.html' title='To My Daughter with Love!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/RxwyeYxcX3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7wejTg67NvQ/s72-c/peace+of+mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1486441312256163246</id><published>2007-10-21T17:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:31:12.331+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Daughter with Love!</title><content type='html'>" My Little Angel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you throughout the day. I can't stop thinking about what to say to you next. You see, I'm still 23 years old. This age is considered young where I live. Young People, I guess, are young because they know more about how the world "should" be than they know about how the world "is" at the moment. However, I guess that it's the very essence of Being young that you've still got an arsenal of Fairy Tales &amp;amp; stories of heroism. That's what truley separate Young from Old.&lt;br /&gt;I am dreaming, fantasizing about you, though I know niether my company nor yours will be pleasant at times. We'll work it out...won't we? We'll be Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I thought to tell you about this big issue in our world... Looks!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it might be a funny name for a "world issue", but it's very important.&lt;br /&gt;It's a fact ( That's what I believe ) that looks, or to be more specific, Body Image is one of the most important of our selves. Our relationship with our bodies should necessarily be so good for us to experience general acceptance for who we are. Our bodies is what poeple see of us. If we don't think like we've got a great gift, and feel wonderfully when we see our faces in the mirror, then there will always be something missing. A huge gap between the world &amp;amp; us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to tell you, in every way, is that you're beautiful. Don't bother yourself with what other poeple think (They might say but they rarely do ) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/RxtvyIxcX2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2_1iIHWJIE/s1600-h/demi+moore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123811908203077474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/RxtvyIxcX2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2_1iIHWJIE/s320/demi+moore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;because there are so many people who can't express their real opinions, and people never agree on something; some one would say Salma Hayek is beautiful. others say Christena Aguilera. I say none... Demi Moore is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon&lt;br /&gt;Mummy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1486441312256163246?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1486441312256163246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1486441312256163246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1486441312256163246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1486441312256163246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-my-daughter-with-love_21.html' title='To My Daughter with Love!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sp19CIWf7ig/RxtvyIxcX2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2_1iIHWJIE/s72-c/demi+moore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-8045961254537869387</id><published>2007-10-20T11:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T11:45:44.200+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Daughter With Love!</title><content type='html'>" My Little Daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Know you didn't come yet. I want you to know that I'm so excited to see you one day in the future ( I guess I should get married first, right? ). I think it is amazing to be able to pass my own heritage to you. I want you to know things about me, about the real me so that even if you thought I'm cool, awesome, or a little bit (Perhaps too much ) Geeky, moody, or disturbed, you'll know that I've got a bit of everything and except for the fact that I'm older than you, I'm a lot like you!&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you the things that I wished someone would say to me again &amp; again. &lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you to tell me when I say the things that I never wanted to hear to you. Some of them I would still say to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine you much like me. Dark &amp; pretty, intelligent but with a sweet heart! but you could be otherwise and I'll still love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl... I want you to know this. I had gone through some hard circumstances in the past. That doesn't matter at all. I've seen people who have gone through _ and still undergoing _ some harder situations. I however want you to know what I've realized a short while ago. You might not be able to choose some circumstances, but you still can choose what to learn from them. I chose to learn LOVE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're there somewhere, waiting for your time to come. &lt;br /&gt;This site is my number... My heart is the phone... call from far away &amp; I'll answer you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Mummy!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-8045961254537869387?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/8045961254537869387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=8045961254537869387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8045961254537869387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8045961254537869387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-my-daughter-with-love.html' title='To My Daughter With Love!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-7188680768861589375</id><published>2007-10-20T10:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T11:23:30.212+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Wedding Party</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, thanks to one of my best friends, I was attending a wedding party again!&lt;br /&gt;Every time I go to a wedding party I initially feel like I can't (fit in) because I don't look like the rest of the girls my age. Fresh haircuts, make-up, fancy night dresses, and some skin and flesh. I still don't think that this (look) is my thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting there trying to fit in, amusing my self by listening to the music and watching the girls who come to the hall trying to trace faces I used to know from long ago. Almost in every wedding party I go to, I probably meet some one I used to know from school days, or even people who have grown up and changed to the point I couldn't recognize their faces under the layers of foundation and ( The stuff that women my age put in their faces... my brothers call it "soap"), and those people most of the time come to me to remind me, that I look today like I used to look in Middle School ( I look at the positive side of the remark and say to my self "awesome")!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was determined to say just the good things to myself. I switched off "I don't fit in" "I look cheap" " I am ashamed of my self". I switched off all the old negative stuff and I switched on my creativity and sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly became possessed with this Idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;TO MY DAUGHTER WITH LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-7188680768861589375?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/7188680768861589375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=7188680768861589375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7188680768861589375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7188680768861589375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-wedding-party.html' title='In a Wedding Party'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-3701395261093031490</id><published>2007-10-19T17:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T18:01:03.301+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Mingling!</title><content type='html'>I used to love college days because college the only source of fun in my life. Being a student is almost the only thing I'm 100% sure I can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I went to the (Coffee &amp; Bean ) coffee shop in Kiefan to get a turkey sandwich. Now that I work &amp; I get paid I can afford buy a (Gourmet) turkey sandwich for 1.450 kds, and feel easy &amp; cool! Once I got out of the car &amp; walked a few steps heading to the door, I suddenly felt like a college student again. Those few steps under the heat of the sun were very familiar. I guess I've walked miles &amp; miles like that during the four years of college. In fact, back then I even had to run few times just to catch the bus from Shuwaikh Campus to Kiefan Campus. Sometimes, my effort were in vain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the coffee shop &amp; I felt like trying to 'mingle'. I saw few students who looked like English Majors ( I know English Majors because I was one of them). I knew that almost only English Majors would sit boys &amp; girls at same table in a coffee shop near the campus playing what I believe to be chess. what I did is that I pretended from the inside out that I was a student. I sat down nearby and relaxed. That's what I call 'mingling': Just sitting down, relaxing &amp; feeling like home ( This is what I usually try to do at home &amp; sometimes I succeed when I feel like mingling ...at home!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short while my sandwich &amp; my student day were both ready! I suddenly remembered a girl I used to like her looks &amp; I always needed to tell her things like it was an Obsessive Compulsive !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely filled with the thrill of meeting that girl/angel that only reminded me with mum being the most beautiful person I've seen (that's my opinion).&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing went back to me, and I felt like going to the library &amp; doing my researches once again. I felt like staying late at the New Years night to write the last page of the last (Draft)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to feel great, try this. Go to places that reminds you with your golden days &amp; have a great time! Try to 'mingle'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-3701395261093031490?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/3701395261093031490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=3701395261093031490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/3701395261093031490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/3701395261093031490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-mingling.html' title='I&apos;m Mingling!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-9172734490424407182</id><published>2007-10-11T20:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:59:37.342+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's Eid</title><content type='html'>Hi, Tomorrow's morning will be different. We'll start eating some big breakfast for the first time in a month, maybe in a year... who knows. Happy Eid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-9172734490424407182?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/9172734490424407182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=9172734490424407182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/9172734490424407182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/9172734490424407182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/10/tomorrows-eid.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s Eid'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-2732684167069233219</id><published>2007-10-05T23:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:50:10.903+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyat &amp; Stuff Like that ( 3 )!</title><content type='html'>The reason why I chose to talk about "Boyat" is that there are people talking about them in the tv and newspapers, and every where. I don't think that there's that big number of them. I also don't think that most of those girls who think that they belong to this category truly do.&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that there are reasons behind this behavior. Sometimes those reasons are very serious. Boyat is not the only serious problem we have. There are some girls who run away, and take drugs, and all that. We've been fighting those young men and women for a long time in vain. We've been telling them that it's forbidden by God, but they don't seem to listen. We rarely hear success stories of people who have gone through bad times and finally recovered from them. I have recovered from so many things and I'm recovering everyday, and I have no doubt that most of those girls and boys are like me, all they need is some one to listen to them, and give them true love. Yeah, we might hate what they do but that doesn't give us the right destroy them. Those young men &amp; women are the future of this earth. Their lives are very important, maybe more important than ours because they are the future and we are the past. &lt;br /&gt;Listen, I am just another girl, the thing is I believe parents when they say that they love their kids, and I believe kids when they say that what they're doing hurts them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-2732684167069233219?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2732684167069233219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=2732684167069233219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2732684167069233219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2732684167069233219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/10/boyat-stuff-like-that-3.html' title='Boyat &amp; Stuff Like that ( 3 )!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-5203755813485711977</id><published>2007-10-04T22:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:29:13.948+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyat &amp; stuff Like that (2)</title><content type='html'>Boyat will be somethin big in the future if we did the followin:-&lt;br /&gt;1)Fight them ( they'll fight back).&lt;br /&gt;2)Make "musalsalat" about them.&lt;br /&gt;3)Keep on preaching them ( About a religion that we rarely practise).&lt;br /&gt;4) Isolate them ! &lt;br /&gt;5)Hate them ( they're your kids after all)&lt;br /&gt;6)completely ignore the whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;7)Kill Them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what do we do:&lt;br /&gt;First, Think of your own intentions.Don't do anything against this pretending that you care when all you care about is revenge! Second, Don't keep telling them that what they are doing is forbidden by religion. Religion is a very vital part of everyone's life and when you focus on how forbidden is what they do in the religion instead of addressing the real reason behind this behavior you'll create that feeling of estrangement between them and religion. Beware of isolating them, fully ignoring them, or even focusing on the bad behavior in an exaggerated way! talking about these touchy, serious problems makes any tv show very attractive, but believe it or not, I'll watch the tv, and you'll watch it and the more viewers there are the worst the trouble will be. Focus on the good, you'll get it. Focus on the bad, and you'll get it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-5203755813485711977?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/5203755813485711977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=5203755813485711977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5203755813485711977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5203755813485711977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/10/boyat-stuff-like-that-2.html' title='Boyat &amp; stuff Like that (2)'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-2157203422837977132</id><published>2007-10-04T17:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:43:47.457+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyat &amp; Stuff like that!</title><content type='html'>We are heading towards the end of Ramadan, which was an amazing month, the best for me among so many other Ramdans from passing years! what does this have to do with my topic this evening, nothing. It's just a way of starting my comment on so called "Boyat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boyat" is one title that was invented for the "category" of girls that dress &amp;amp; act manly... It's the fashion theses days, or lets say, it became something less uncommon than it was 10 years ago. People now don't take it innocently anymore. It became an episode of "THE END OF THE WORLD" horror show.It became a part of the legend of (TU7UL6UM) &amp;amp; black moods that most of us here in Kuwait suffer from especially the fans of (MUSALSALAT RAMADAN)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be however, more of a serious condition that the society in general suffer from. It maybe because the society is becoming more unhealthy, or corrupted (since our Kuwaiti black mood is called corruption). It might be a real case of corruption and not a very tiny mistake that has been done innocently, and is being magnified in a horrible way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHETHER it was a silly thing, or a serious one, and since most of us think of it as a bad thing, we should be also considering the way that we deal with it. We want to &lt;em&gt;stop &lt;/em&gt;it but it doesn't seem to stop. In fact, it seems to be growing even more. In the next article below I'll say why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-2157203422837977132?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2157203422837977132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=2157203422837977132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2157203422837977132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/2157203422837977132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/10/boyat-stuff-like-that.html' title='Boyat &amp; Stuff like that!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-7962274999943946750</id><published>2007-08-27T19:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:15:44.711+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Driven by anger!</title><content type='html'>Being angry, you might just say and do ridiculous things. Things you wouldn't be doing if you had a little time to think before blowing up. I was however thinking of the possible benefits of being angry at a certain time. Actually, anger is such a fuel that would beat up even Red Bull. You see how angry people drive at noon at the rush hour and you wonder how much energy they lose during those few, or so many hours trying to get to their homes as soon as possible so that they can smash the first thing that comes into their faces. People just become power monsters, and you somehow forget them when they were having a flu last weekend, hiding under their covers and nagging!&lt;br /&gt;Anger is not only insanity, it's above all a huge amount of energy that isn't dealt with the right way, because if you were so tired you wouldn't be that angry except in one case. When you can't rest.I've read once about that man who came back home tired after a long day at work, and he found his two sisters fighting for God knows why. He asked them to stop time after time, and they didn't. Frustrated because he couldn't sleep, he killed both of them!&lt;br /&gt;Though murder is a crime, and if he wasn't that frustrated he wouldn't have done it, but things could go that far.&lt;br /&gt;Anger could be a bliss, it is a vital part of our own emotional life, should be used the right way. Anger should be expressed in the best way and we really have this challenge. How to find that way of expressing anger that suits us better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-7962274999943946750?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/7962274999943946750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=7962274999943946750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7962274999943946750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7962274999943946750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/08/driven-by-anger.html' title='Driven by anger!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-9091927211763363862</id><published>2007-08-09T19:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:52:11.720+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are There!</title><content type='html'>You &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;there is what Dr. Phil said in his book ( Self Matters) that talks about - guess what - the real you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel about the self &lt;em&gt;concept&lt;/em&gt;, do you wish to turn into a trash and be thrown in a trash can?!&lt;br /&gt;Or do you get up every day wanting to embrace your self, overwhelmed with your love to how your life turned out, of who is the partener you're sharing the bed with, and of the beautiful kids you have, not to mention your job... your job in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago I began hearing about, and thinking about a very crucial thing... What I am here for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to fit you into the &lt;em&gt;row&lt;/em&gt; people would try to tell you, to actually assighn the role they want to you. Those people, as well, didn't choose the roles that've been assighned to so you inherit thier ignorance and pass it down to the people next to you in the row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Life is not built this way, &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; are not built this way, &lt;em&gt;God, &lt;/em&gt;didn't want us to live this way.&lt;br /&gt;Think of it this way, we are as unique in every thing as our finger prints are. There's no way we can stand in that row.&lt;br /&gt;However, there's another part to it, which's a thing that Dr.Phil always talked about... It's our responsibility. WE have RESPONDED to other's REQUESTS and MESSAGES, and AGREED to ignore everything else and just STAND in the ROW.&lt;br /&gt;It's a two way interaction, and we have a choice to respond and interact.&lt;br /&gt;And you &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-9091927211763363862?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/9091927211763363862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=9091927211763363862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/9091927211763363862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/9091927211763363862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-there.html' title='You Are There!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-7235734138315197804</id><published>2007-08-02T11:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T12:10:15.186+03:00</updated><title type='text'>True!</title><content type='html'>I was driving my way to my Dad's house 30 minutes before Al Magreb Prayer during the month of Ramadan. At that time, there was a very beautiful Radio program for Dr. Salah Al Rashed, talking about peace and peacefulness. It was a mix of religion, philosophy, and psychology, a mix that I find appealing!&lt;br /&gt;One time he said something so brilliant though it was so simple! He said that most of the things that we say are facts, or are true, are actually things that we as a society, or societies have agreed to call them, or classify them as true, period. Most of the truths in our planet are a reflection of our beliefs, and our ways of perceiving the world around us.&lt;br /&gt;That's why what's true for our culture might not be true for another culture.&lt;br /&gt;Our beliefs are like boxes, some put their heads in very narrow boxes so they can't add some new truths, and so they can't really reach the closed end of the box to look for our core beliefs, get them out and examine them closely.&lt;br /&gt;some others have bigger boxes, and a room for guests, so they can examine them and then filter them, they can also reach for the deep hard beliefs and re-shape or even change them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are few facts that most of the people since the first human being on Earth and on, have believed in. God, Birth, Death, are examples of the subtle truths that have always been there in front of our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;what do you believe in? what does your family, your neighborhood, or your society believe in?&lt;br /&gt;Truth is ((most )) of the time, relative!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-7235734138315197804?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/7235734138315197804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=7235734138315197804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7235734138315197804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/7235734138315197804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/08/true.html' title='True!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-5886887037817558721</id><published>2007-07-12T22:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:36:22.819+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A 10% (Cheap) Voucher!</title><content type='html'>We know why do they usually give those vouchers... It's just another way to convince you to buy things you don't need...&lt;br /&gt;Probably, most of us don't read what's written at the back! that's what's written on the back of that &lt;strong&gt;10% discount voucher&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One voucher&lt;/strong&gt; per &lt;strong&gt;transaction&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This voucher will be &lt;strong&gt;retained&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;by&lt;/strong&gt; the participating store on &lt;strong&gt;redemption.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This voucher is &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;redeemable&lt;/strong&gt; in the ( .....) Store &lt;strong&gt;located&lt;/strong&gt; at the (.....).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Voucher &lt;strong&gt;not valid&lt;/strong&gt; against the purchase of Gift Vouchers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Voucher &lt;strong&gt;cannot be used&lt;/strong&gt; in conjunction with any other promotions of voucher offers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Participating store reserves the right to &lt;strong&gt;reject&lt;/strong&gt; any voucher that it deems in its sole discretion has been &lt;strong&gt;forged&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;defaced&lt;/strong&gt; or otherwise &lt;strong&gt;tampered with&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This voucher &lt;strong&gt;cannot be exchanged&lt;/strong&gt; for cash in excess of the nominal cash value and is not transferable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Voucher &lt;strong&gt;valid from June 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; 2007- June 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; 2007.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; for God's Sake, that's a 10% ONLY voucher...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's worse than begging allowance from a cheap Dad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-5886887037817558721?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/5886887037817558721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=5886887037817558721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5886887037817558721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/5886887037817558721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/07/10-cheap-voucher.html' title='A 10% (Cheap) Voucher!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-1887692892432943482</id><published>2007-07-10T22:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:09:47.058+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Memory of An Old Woman</title><content type='html'>Dear Grandma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere a memory of your warmth and love came to my mind. I was an innocent woman making her way home, tired of work, tired of this routine that is been going for two weeks now. It's because I met some people from the past, from when you were still there, from when I was still struggling to get the basics, that my thoughts brought me back to you. Three or Four years, I don't remember 'cause I didn't keep the count, at that morning that stopped for a second. That second is still there inside my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, I just want to apologize, if you ever been sad or mad 'cause I didn't shed a tear over your precious life. I couldn't really feel sad for you 'cause sad is all I felt all the time. If I've ever felt any pain, it was all for myself, and though I didn't become numb, I still could feel relieved by your death. At the time I told my self that you were tired of your life your self. You had enough physical and emotional pain. In the years after I thanked God you died before you see how your house looks like right now; dirty, empty, and cursed!&lt;br /&gt;Mum, I was sad tonight because I suddenly realized that among all the people I know you might be the only one who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; loved me, that you're the only one who could give me the affection I now miss very much.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't help crying 'cause it feels lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Mum, forgive me. I couldn't feel sadness for you at the time. Sorry, I couldn't cry, sorry... I just couldn't, I needed to survive. Now, I can feel better... Forgive me, now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I FEEL BETTER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-1887692892432943482?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1887692892432943482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=1887692892432943482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1887692892432943482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/1887692892432943482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-grandma-out-of-nowhere-memory-of.html' title='A Memory of An Old Woman'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-8936991820591526666</id><published>2007-07-10T15:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:22:26.592+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Best Seller'/><title type='text'>A Writer Or A Bestseller?</title><content type='html'>What is better for some one with high ambitions?&lt;br /&gt;Does s/he think of him or her self as a writer, or as a bestseller?&lt;br /&gt;I've watched a documentary called Secret, based on a book with the same title. The writers of this book claimed to know a secret that might really be great, and might make a huge difference in the life of anyone who would know and use it. It's the secret of getting what you want!&lt;br /&gt;Now, if a small, tiny writer like me, have dared to dream that someday, she could make a difference, a little tiny difference that could pay her debt to the universe. And if this dream happens to be being a bestseller of a book, one book that many people in the country, or in the world, would read. I know that's a huge dream, but that's what the writers of the secret say, they say that it could really happen if i used thier prescribed secret in addition to working hard on my craft.&lt;br /&gt;The Secret is the power of imagination, the power of positive thought, the power of focusing your whole attention on the end that you want to reach.&lt;br /&gt;You can even write your dream, draw it and hang it on the wall and look at it every single morning once you open your eyes. The secret is talking to yourself about your dream till you believe it's true. I remember somebody telling me that our minds, though very great machines, are dump in a way because we can make them belive anything and they will take us to our own beliefs, and seems that this mental ability is really huge.&lt;br /&gt;One of the stories that I still remember in the documentary is the story of one of the writers who used to live in a poor family that used to hate rich people ( Now he's a millionaire!). He draw a plan for his huge house, the house that he dreamt he will live in, his mind must have taken this image inside because the man really, badly wanted to live somewhere like that. Five years or so after, he found the picture of his house now, and he must have found out he has to share a secret with the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a writer, but can I be a best seller?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-8936991820591526666?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/8936991820591526666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=8936991820591526666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8936991820591526666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/8936991820591526666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-better-for-some-one-with-high.html' title='A Writer Or A Bestseller?'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-3224937632038474205</id><published>2007-06-29T22:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:39:14.325+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without men!</title><content type='html'>1...2...3...GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an article that Dr. Ibtihal Altaher wrote for Alqabas News paper in regard to the new ( already existing for a long time ) law that prohibits women from working after 20:00 p.m. She was actually talking about her brilliant idea of dividing Kuwait ( A pretty small country ) to two parts one for men and the other for women. I don't think that she supports that idea but she's just mocking the ridiculous ideas that Islamists come up with every now and then especially when it comes to men and women. However, I did seriously think of the idea...&lt;br /&gt;What if we really had the chance to see whether it is really what God wants for us.&lt;br /&gt;In our daily life we might awe men more than we could imagine.I can't imagine going to work when I'm having my period without a pain killer in purse. I don't know who exactly invented Panadol but he probably is a man! I definitely think that most of the people who worked to deliver the Panadol from the factory to my nearest Co-Op are men. Maybe the one who created the illusion of a Panadol that could fix everything is mum, a woman, but who created that illusion in my Mama's head?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Here's another thing, since women's lives are full of pain from periods to delivering babies through depression. What about depression? There are so many people around the world who live day by day on Prozac, and most of them are women. Now, you're going to stop and ask one question : WHO caused women to be depressed? Who is the traditionally responsible of breaking the hearts of women?&lt;br /&gt;I can't answer you, because I'm not really sure, but if they were men, then at least they made an effort to fix it, Prozac is one way, but there are many ways in which men make us happy.&lt;br /&gt;I think that what is going to happen then is that we are going to have a big market in the middle of the two cities. We are going to build a bridge between the two cities where women and men, brides and grooms, would meet. We would see so many women and men waiting on both sides eager to meet thier babies, sisters, brothers, Mums, and dads!&lt;br /&gt;would life be beautiful then? Would women need Pain killers or they can just go for a run a week or so before thier periods and avoid the pain? Would we be happier so we don't need Prozacs any more?!&lt;br /&gt;Why not?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-3224937632038474205?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/3224937632038474205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=3224937632038474205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/3224937632038474205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/3224937632038474205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-without-men.html' title='Life without men!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387785617728647471.post-6608460924565178762</id><published>2007-05-24T12:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:10:36.869+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to say Hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now that I'm Finally a member of the digital world, I just want to say Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387785617728647471-6608460924565178762?l=ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/6608460924565178762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387785617728647471&amp;postID=6608460924565178762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/6608460924565178762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387785617728647471/posts/default/6608460924565178762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackhoneyjar.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-to-say-hi.html' title='Just to say Hi!'/><author><name>Black Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13218518840476569152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
