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هذه بلدى..و هؤلاء إخوتي...و تلك كرامتي...

و في سبيل ما نؤمن به، نبذل الغالي و الرخيص، إلى أن يفصل بيننا حَكمٌ عَدْل لا تخفى عليه خافيه فى الأرض ولا فى السماء.

طفح الكيل و فاض، زهقت الأرواح و أستباحت الحرمات.

Despair

The sky bled that day...
A shadow, as of Death, fell with all its sickening calm..
shattered blades.. bloody ones.. half buried in corpses..
Torn banners.. others intact..
The stench... it rose above all.. as if hovering.. in pursuit of his nostrils.. only his..
... no one else's..
whether he stood or crouched.. it found him..
we had pushed them back..
back into those pits of oblivion from whence they came..
yet they left a trace...
"to the victor goes the spoils".. a fine saying..
yet... who is the acclaimed victor?
I... I.... Nay I...
we stood united till the very end...
and WE were victorious...
we were left with the stench... the spoils...
the DECAY..
they had corrupted our minds..
they dug deep into our souls....
and that is were they left their mark...
RUIN...
CHAOS...
the day WE were victorious "I" came into being...
and as he stood.. gazing down upon a battlefield..
weapon drawn.. proud.. yet not..
the spoils of war had broken the ties of arms....
doubt was creeping.. slowly, ready to pounce...
The means.. hidden fears..
May it be swift... whatever it is fate had in store...
may darkness bare the clarity,
that which is no more abundant in light...

and then..

Deafening Silence... Voicing DESPAIR!



Written By : Ahmed Khamees.
Thank you For your contribution Comocho.
2esteba7ah is honored. 

Beguiled...

I, manifesting remembrance..
Yet I am deemed forfeit..
A memory of beauty, shrouded..
A forlorn quest for bliss..

Bereft in a darkened mind, so obscured..
A lifeless soul, is within secured..

Alone, steadfast, on a plain of fire..
Pursuing a dream that I see..
Erect in my mind, on pillars ever higher..
A vision of what darkness could be..

Belief, unspoken.. Deliverance..
Pursuit I seem to outwit..
Evading a conscious, clouded..
A parody of darkness & light..

When brightness in mind, darkness has secured..
Unfinished songs, I never had matured..

Alone, steadfast, on a plain of fire..
Pursuing a dream that I see..
Erect in my mind, on pillars ever higher..
A vision of what darkness could be..


Written By: Ahmed Khamees

Number 1000

When I was 10 a car hit me and I stayed nearly 5 months in the hospital, my father and mother died when I was 12 in a car accident and by the age of 15 my dog luco was ran over by a car in front of my eyes. Since then cars for me are my worst nightmare. I have a Carophobia if there will ever be something called that, for people it’s an unexplained fear of cars but for me, well I’ve told u my reasons, when I see a car or one just passes by me I can’t take my breath and I literally feel I am dying.

I planned my whole life accordingly, bought myself a farm in the middle of nowhere, my whole territory was a no cars land, my horse and my carriage were my companions in my journey, my wife had to park her own car about a mile far from our house and I used to drop her there every morning. She tried with me several times but it really is out of my hands. 

Living this way made me wonder why would people try to raise the pace of their lives tremendously using machinery beasts, leaving behind all the spontaneous harmony I found when living what many might call a basic primitive life, they simply stop enjoying the simplest things that surrounds us and never stop amusing me every day. Moving with my carriage through the fields during sunrise, feeling every dew drop hugging the blossoming flowers giving them a warm good morning, why would anyone on earth want to miss that. Birds flying over the fields singing there wake up song while rabbits and squirrels jump everywhere trying to catch the morning butterflies. The whole scene is just breath taking. Sorry for my long speech but I have a lot to share with you people.

Hi my name is Allen; I am number 1000, the last of the machinery war against man survivors.

Anathema .-. Lost Control

This post is from my own point of view, one of the most expressing lyrics i've passed by.
In darkness we dwell...

Anathema .-. lost control.

Life.. has betrayed me once again
I accept that some things will never change.
I've let your tiny minds magnify my agony
and it's left me with a chemical dependency for sanity.

Yes, I am falling... how much longer 'till I hit the ground?
I can't tell you why I'm breaking down.
Do you wonder why I prefer to be alone?
Have I really lost control?

I'm coming to an end,
I've realized what I could have been.
I can't sleep so I take a breath and hide behind my bravest mask,
I admit I've lost control
Lost control...

What...

“I wonder why this road seems so familiar” don’t get me wrong it’s not just that I’ve been here before, I’ve seen this entire scene before, it’s like a classic dejavu, the same setting the same cars same people same sequence of events, Even the music coming out from the radio, this was the soundtrack before.

Although this kind of things happens a lot, but this time it feels weird. Is my mind playing tricks on me?

Ok then, I’ll play along, let’s see what happens next…hmmmm, the traffic light will turn red in about now. Woow this is creepy. The old lady crossing the street will drop her bag and that young boy will pick it up for her…alright now I am just scaring myself. What is going on? The accident, the ambulance the shouting crowd, why do I remember every single thing?

Wait, this lady approaching me dressed in white, this is new, or am I just forgetting things. Forgetting what, I don’t know what’s even happening. I can see her in slow motion or that’s how I feel, walking towards me in confident steps as if she knows me, I know I haven’t seen her before, she doesn’t look familiar. The wind plays with her golden hair and now she is smiling at me. Only a step away from my car she leans and knocks on my window. i looked at her wondering what might she want from me. With her hands she asked me to open the window. I know that perfume, is it channel? She opened her mouth and “Wake up”.

Oh God, same dream different lady.

A man of habit..

“Where is that light coming from?” He hardly opened his eyes trying to adapt to this light ray that hit his face forcing him to wake up, he can’t sleep in light, that’s why God created night, the daily almost dozen hours when the sun hides from us giving space for every living creature to catch his breath. And that’s why he never leaves the curtains opened, but he must have forgotten that last night.

He gathered himself and took his first step towards his new day, checked his phone, still 6:30 in the morning that really must be the first ray of the sun and it kindly choose him. Work, Work, Work, if only life had less responsibilities and more space for enjoying it, unfortunately that’s not the case. The morning rituals, he has forced himself to be a man of habit, all those who succeeded in life were, and for him it wasn’t at all easy, forcing yourself to do the same thing over and over and over again, as lame as it may sound but it worked for him, his whole life changed, turning to that punctual man whose time schedule is as organized as the gears movement inside his golden watch.

With his cup of coffee his cigarette and Chopin in the background, checking his email in the terrace watching the sun starting its journey as he gets ready for his as well, feeling the morning breeze, that was his way of starting his day. 

If only he knew it was his last.

A Lucid Vision...

The Sound of nature never stops amusing me, a thought passed my head while sitting by that enormous lake feeling this is where the world starts and ends for me. The colors of the sky can never be manmade, u simply won’t be able to find that combination of bluish orange mixed with red that is no more the red you know, instead it turned to a pink purple mixture that makes you unable to wonder how is that even possible. You try to convince yourself that this is what happens when the sun clouds and the enormous blue shelter we are trapped under meet.

The huge fence of greenery that surrounds the lake appearing to my eyes like an army of soldiers lined up in deep silence waiting for their commander’s orders to start moving, invading the smoothly helpless waves that keeps coming out of nowhere to the lake shores. Ruining the magnificent reflection that tells you the whole story in a dreamy like manner. You think you know how green looks like, but when my eyes found their way through the trees and the surrounding bushes, believe me when I say I have never known this green before. 

The clean green, if I may call it, on which you can see your own reflection by just staring at one leaf for a period of time long enough to make you realize what mother earth does to keep you breathing. 

Such harmony can never be soundless, although your eyes can tell the sounds with no need for your ears to do their work, yet this completely breath taking scene gives you more and more. The sound of the breeze playing gently with the leaves everywhere mixed with the rhythmic sound of waves to produce a master piece u think can’t be anymore magnificent, just then the magical sound of the flying creatures as random as it is adds what a violin brings to one of Tchaikovsky’s elegant creations. 

The only enemy is man.

Don't get all Philosophical on me...

6:00 pm, i am not late after all, the meeting is scheduled at 9 and i am sure i'll be there before anyone else.
One last glance at the mirror, The perfect suit for my tonight's presentation, Time to go.
I think i should take the car to shower this week end, it's starting to get all messy. Now which route do i take...hmmm...Ok i think that one would be perfect.
Oh My God !!! How can the roads be that blocked !! I've never seen it like that before...Ever.
Hard luck for me, no presentation.
Two choices, Go back and give up or try to make it by any means.
And that was when i decided i should carry on. i have no other choice i am stuck anyways.
Y give up now. 8:45 i was parking at my destination and was the first to be there.
Now, Once you've started the journey no matter how late you reach your target you will  be happy with the accomplishment you did, on the other hand if you gave up with the very first obstacle, you have no one to blame but yourself.

Ana mesh...

Leih engeleezy 3araby...
ya engeleezy ya 3araby...
2e2ra wenta sakett we law mesh 3agbak, 7a2ak 3alayah, el mawdoo3 akeed zyy maho mesh sahl 3aleek mahosh sahl 3alaya...
fakkar feeha keda, ana tool 3omry bafakkar bel3araby, bass bakteb bel loghah el engeleezyah..
A part of me me7tag ye3abbar 3an nafso be loghah wel part el tany mesh 3aref ye2ool elly el2awalany 3ayz yewassalo...
Dakhalana fee mogadla sofosta2yah we neseet el mawdoo3 el 2asasay elly 3ashanoh qarrart enny 2ahzy...
Ana mesh ana ya doctor.
2efeh zareef seme3to 2abl keda fe shee2 3al telfaz...mmesh faker kaynontoh eih bezzabt...bass 3alla2 ma3ayah.
Ana mesh ana ya doctor...
leih momken akoon ana mesh ana...leih momken elly akoon 3ayshooh mesh howa elly ana 3ayzoh...
leih momken akoon ana mesh ana...
Asbab keteer betkhaly el wake3 elly 3aysheenoh mesh howa elly nefsena feeh, mesh howa elly 7elemna beeh, mesh howa elly estanenah we7na soghayareen we kan nefsena el madrasa tekhlas we nedkhol el gam3ah we dakhalnaha 3ashan nekhallasha we neb2a kobar we neshtaghal we eshtaghalna.... nafsena fel 2akher lel 2asaf...
Mesh dah elly ana 3ayzoh...fein el moshkela...fein el ghalat...fein el bug!!!
7ayah taweela 3areedah baboselha wa 2a2ool...
Ana mesh...

لم ندري

أصطباحه غريبه و رهيبه، مرعبه و مرهبه، ملسوعه و فى نفس الوقت مزهوله...

غريبه في مثل هذا الوقت من فصل الشتاء بكل سقوعيته اللا مبرره فقد جاء في هذا الوقت من العام غير عابيء بما نمر به من أزمه أقتصاديه لم تترك بيتاً إلا و أخدت منه حته، يطالبنا بالمزيد من الملابس الثقيله في ظروف باع كل منا فيها ما يملك من ملابس خفيفه أو ثقيله علشان يلاقى مامم ليه و لعربيته...

مع انني بمر من نفس الشارع كل يوم تقريباً ماعدا الجمعه و السبت و أحيانا الثلاثاء و الخميس و لكن دعونا من التفاصيل الممله...

شفته تاني...

في نفس المكان و في نفس الظروف القارصه المخيفه...

لم تحركه الأزمه الإقتصاديه ولا أي حاجه هزتنا كلنا...

لم يعبئ بما يمر به العالم من عواصف و أعاصير مسحت دول من علي الخارطه..

يا بخته...