tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83359592012-01-31T14:12:06.999+03:00There are so many mediocre things in our lifetime, but love does not have to be one of them. Take the risk, for the biggest risk in life is not taking one at all.AyyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11849654687010052998noreply@blogger.comBlogger3571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335959.post-64967468382448813592006-09-20T18:35:00.000+03:002006-09-20T18:37:43.846+03:00

The owner of this premises has moved toClick This

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It is really hard to give up on something or someone we are so used to. For more than a month I’ve been struggling with blogspot. All I wanted is some more organization to be able to categorize my posts. I transferred to beta for that reason but unfortunately; not only I wasn’t able to do that, I was also faced with trail of other problems. I guess holding on to what is dear to us is not worth it

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He:Ask me to nourish you with passion till eternityIn mortal termsAnd beyond immortalityAllow me to pave your pavementWith riches of roses from robust estatesMerciful to your fragile treadAccept the ample servicesOf a humble slave at your doorBegging for your forgivenessPlease; reign the jewel-studded peacock throneOf this extravagant heartAnd be its sole queenBut don’t ask me to leave I beg

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Katkoot is one year old today; my son brought her to me when he was traveling so I would take care of her while he’s gone. She was barely 3 months old at that time. I was a bit nervous at first since I’m not a cat person and don’t know how to deal with them. But by the time my son was back, Katkoot became my constant companion that I couldn’t do without.Here is a poem I wrote about our first

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Dedicated to the souls of the martyrs of the WTC on Tue. Sep.11,2001I'm distraught with terrorismBeing of my race is a dire shameMixing flesh with steal and flameOn behalf of Allah’s nameThe God I’ve known is mercyDirecting the "lost in course"But it is an act of hearsayTo spread faith with devil’s force!How dare they ruin my reputationHow could they distroy great men's deedsIt takes a second to

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This poem was inspired by NewMe's post مسجاتWhen hearts break to the point of no repairHow long dose it take to reboot So we can start another endeavor?Some can never go onWaiting for time to fragment historical dataBut what if the backup didn’t shudder?The train never waits for those who come lateAnd some would take as long as A new lover their hearts discoverTo occupy the space vacated by

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From the archives "Oct. 12, 2001"Too proud to admitI've goofed up in this bidWhen I willingly permittedTo be bullied by such a kidImagination is deceivedAnd grieved for a reasonFrustration’s what I receivedWith a foolish heart in treasonHad dreaded always his whimsShould've expected from himBefore getting to the brimA devil disguised as cherubimGot to get my head clearNot to play with devil's

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Dedicated to my twin on their birthdayMistakes are age old, but mine was twofoldOn a half wrecked, half sunken shipI was DumbfoundedWhen on a brink of a flightI realized I was carrying a heavy freightFriends and kin cautioned“Dump the double trouble in the oceanAnd save your skin”My load was pricelessOn a useless carrierAmidst tumultuous weatherI had to pause, I had to ponderBut without any

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Why is it that when you’re around I don’t really know how much emotionally, physically and mentallyI’m dependent on you- until you go away? Then, I start missing you Reminiscing your little thingsThings I never valued before-When you were around Busy in my errands and pleasuresLoads I want to accomplishNot to mention; I never paid attentionThat you’re right behindAnd when you’re goneMy mind slips

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To be a nonbeliever in the land of sand isTo hold an ember in the palm of your hand andSwallow your loneliness and seclusionInsidious in your thoughtsIt’s a sin not to give in to normsLike an alien skinned from its own kinAnd tossed as a leftover bone to the wolvesStarving for its fleshEccentric, fiendish, unworthy of respectThe walls closing, rushing to entomb youIn suffocation, frustration

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It is amazing how a ministry can go to a lengthy detailed report that has a lot of vocabulary yet expresses nothing but its role as a prey. In this report that was presented to the Council of Ministers and published in tow pages of Algabas newspaper I could only get these points:1-It’s not the ministry’s fault; it’s the consumer’s fault for being not energy conservative.2-It is also consumer’s

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I migrated to beta version of blogspot two days ago to be able to organize my posts via tags. Unfortunately; I found out that I have to change my layout which I do not want to do. But it’s too late now. Another problem is not being able to comment on other blogs who did not switch to beta, nor can others comment on my blog. Luckily this will be solved soon as blogspot promised. As for now I

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You can fool anyone with almost any profession except; Engineering and Medicine. With these two professions any slight mistake is a disaster.After liberation I thought that our governmental system was heading downward exponentially, unfortunately; it had proved overtime that it is diving head-first down.So many factors affecting electricity and water shortages in the country that money can’t

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The A/C is cold and carelessThe quilt is soft and warmHer limbs are cold and foldingIn spite of the pampered torso, against his warmthHalf asleep half dreamingVerily reposing yet vigilant Goosebumps creeping aroundEach move of the contact point Just a flick and it all startedEast with West unitedFor the undulating feast Body-to-body teaseSerine, monotonous rhythmsBit by bit, picking up tone to a

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The tinkling ice in the tilted glass questionedMoslem? And you drink?A little grin escaped my flabbergasted lipsI had to go back in memoryThe days of the so called subjective purityTo the deityThe days of submissive obediencePrudence to any fatal punishment FEAR and Reward The minute the corpse is put to groundMechanized with afterlife evilsNot the eminent pleasures of the RewardPerfection, is

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Listen; I would love you moreIf you weren’t such a boreA bore? what do you mean a Bore?If I was such a bore, you wouldn’t come to me no moreNo sweetieStop talking about religionJust be you - my sensuous kittenAnd I will love you even moreAnd no more politicsIt gives me indigestionI’d rather see those dimples shineWithout intrusion, in our shrineI’d rather soar in your heightsAloneAnd don’t drink

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Mysterious artTenacious plightYet fulgurous sightIn myContinuous appetiteCourageous fightAudacious mightIn the entire sensuous writeOn the pages ofSpacious whiteDelicious smiteFerocious lightTremendous heightsAll to myCapricious delightAnother favorite one for enigma " Sadness"

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A poem written by a poetess of an online poetry workshop I’m registered in. It was #6 in the top 100 Humorous category last year. I just loved it and asked the permission of my friend Connie Minshew aka shakysphere to publish it on my blog. I know you will like it, enjoy:The Day before School Startsto parents of many children'Twas the day before school starts, when all through the houseThe

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In Central Park we metThe almond eyes stood on a rockAs on the grass my body laidAnd far away my mind strayedAn introduction so dandyHolding his hands to his faceI offered a piece of candyHe snatched it and fled awayAttempting to ignore his ill mannersI turned my attention to a wayfarerWith a black and white poodleWaging it's tail, sniffing yonderAnnoyed by my indifferenceMy friend returned with

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I did not want to talk about the illusive victory that most Arab and Islamic countries are assuming for Hizbullah, but one does not have any choice with this public who is so desperate for victory while thousands of Lebanese are homeless and humiliated, begging other nations for help.Talking about dignity? Is this the dignity we want for our beloved Lebanon?Surfing the Net and especially in some

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I’ve been tagged by NewMe , and I think now I have the responsibility to respond. But before doing that I wanted to mention something first. When I read her post and knew about a blogger friend who left the blog-o-sphere for sometime and had returned, unconsciously; my hand clicked on the address of this blogger; Aba Alhakam Ibn Hisham but unfortunately it was not the blogger she was referring to

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Jealousy! Oh what an ugly fitDeems the dearest a threatHardens hearts, vanquishes soulsVanishes any love remainedFor once we had the fairest of fairBestowed ourselves to the finest affaireBut as we allowed this rival inThe orb was broken to no repairI don't blame you, for what was doneWe had it all, now we have noneNor love is the one to blameIf there was love, it should’ve sustainedWhat's done

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There was this person who always knew the result of a football match before the match started. How is that?Now think about that while relaxing with There’s a place where happy people play

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Witty, hyper, at times hilariousCourteous, yet I adore his ill mannersIn a man’s body he carries a child’s heartMy sex machine, my BonaparteHis lust oozes to my pleasureNot much of a fit compared to othersYet to me the long lost treasureMeets my wants just about rightI love the way his eyes talkI love the way his hands talkI love the way his body movesIn synchronous with my appetiteNever knew

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Another important documentation in memoir of the orange movement written by el3azeez Bu Rakan. I gathered the series of six articles that were published in Algabas newspaper for future reference and to remind us all of our solidarity in those historical days.We may all disagree on different matters, but we’ll never disagree in our love for Kuwait.Thanks again Bu Rakan.الحركة البرتقالية.. من وإلى

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This is the best report that I had come across with that tells the true story behind the war at Lebanon. It’s a seven page report, but it’s worth reading.Click here please

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Away I soar into my own entityWhere there is no one but meI see me, a grin on a faceA fluttering heart in ecstasyUnited - I get a better sense of this other meSoaring away from the universeIn serenity, taking a proclivityTowards our connectivityThen I get back to humanityAnd see the total universeCommunicate with othersAnd test my inter-connectivityPlease join, children of Lebanon calling Join us

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Sirens, screams, black smoke, burnsBodies scattering like droplets of rainThe right to live is in vainWhy?Featureless buildings amidstFlames licking through the rubblesPeople running, people crippledWhy?Elderly forced to wanderAway from villages and yonderAway from danger to more dangerWhy?Pinned families in housesOnce beloved, now just ….facelessA hostage of the remote controllersWhy?Driving

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“Neither a Masseuse nor a Courtisan can fall for love”She pondered1-Jasmine pearls floating around himFlattering the wine muscles in a water tubA circle of fluttering tea candlesAtop the tub’s rimClosed by the lust of her thighsUnder the weight of his back armsHis black tresses covering the velvety fleshLike a fig leaf through which a diamondCentering the softness of her bellyOccasionally

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Lebanon; the land of freedom is hijackedLebanon; the land of beauty is demolishedLebanon; the land of love is bombarded with hateLebanon; the land pride is hungry and injuredLebanon; the land of prosperity is brought to its kneesLebanon; the land of dignity is cryingLebanon; the land of history is dyingLebanon; the land of hope is callingIt’s time to pay backIt’s time to extend a hand to our

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Fresh scents, voicesWith drumbeats mixing soundsEveryone seemed joyous aroundCandles burning their souls outFlames swaying to your smile-The only visible smileRegardless of the crowdLast night you were mineSoul and body totally mineAnd if I was to believe in heavenThenYou must’ve been the DivineTime bade us its farewellGradually stripping to lightBut no one seemed aroundOnly your smileOnly your

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On Monday 15/05/2006 the parliament was dissolved over the constituent’s controversy. And on 17/07/2006 the five constituents was finally approved.Here are some pictures published in the newspapers, and I’m posting them here as a journal of the memorable day:And while we’re at it; I’m posting Bu Rakan’s article that was published in Alqabas on 18/07/2006 for the same reason:وحدةِِ ياكويتصيرناها

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First step to fight corruption is over and we got the Five.It was a hard labor, but Kuwait finally won.Thanks to “Shabaab Elyasameen” , thanks to Orangina.Thanks to my fellow blog buddies and to all who stood up to this cause from writers, MP’s and others.Thanks to Abu Rakan.And special thanks to SS; the Monday diwaniyah of the Orange.It’s a real call for celebration.Yet, I feel sad; my feelings

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Blind faith creates prejudicePrejudice invokes hateHate causes warThe victim is always humanityMay God of humanity save LebanonBelief is preciousLand is preciousBut nothing is more preciousThan spilt innocent bloodMay God of humanity save LebanonThe land of loveThe land of hopeIs red with debrisOf green virgin soulsThat only the God of humanity can save LebanonAnd humanityAmen

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A mountain standing highThawing its white hatInto streaming watersRooting down and reviving dry riversA tranquillizerSedating its way through the veinsOf the pain-stricken bodyAnd the politics-tattered mindA stimulusInvigorating the nervesRaining wordsOnto blank pagesCreasing thoughtsThose endless thoughts-Of madnessOf nuisanceOf the very act of sullennessInto serene smiling wordsSinging

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Wait… this tastes good….already it’s in pursuitOnly a little music, a stamping, a hum-Maidens, you warm ones, maidens, you mute and dumbDance the taste of the experienced fruit!Dance the orange. Who can forget it,How, drowning in itself, it grewAgainst its being-sweet. You possessed it.It has been deliciously converted into you.Dance the orange. The warmer landscape.Throw it from you. That the

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Now that it’s over and the new cabinet has taken the oath; old issues of who did what and why is not important. All members of the parliament as well as government members are Kuwaiti people of this country and we have to respect them all regardless of our past experiences with them. If not for their personal deeds at least for the post that they hold under Abdullah Alsalem dome. We have accepted

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Against my willThe pictures popped on the screenSmiles on faces, happy facesTook me back in a blastMemories of what has beenJust images of the pastThey say miseries break masksReveal true facesAnd Unravel artifactsThey say they’re reality checkExposing those genuine smilesAs just fake imagesJust another accumulationTo my laptop recollectionTime washes away all remorseWith fleeting tears and

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Wish coins shadowed by the green-gray weedAt the bottom of the pond seem so close I could almost touch 'mYet I know they’re much deeper and I know that it’s only an illusion.And I know that the art of swimming is too hard to masterSharks, so visible, I could see my image in their irisWaiting, anticipatingYet with so much vigorousnessThey seem so scared, what a shameWhat a ponderous game, it is

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When finally the breeze of freedom hit the townAnd for the first time green grass sproutedLocust formed a gray cloudUsing all types of intimidationTo cast away a whole generationWith their vicious intoxicationThe wave of change was too hard to bearFor some who sought excess in shareThey failed to see beyond their nosesAnd joined the locust in their affairUnaware that their myopia was the domainOn

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The day I waited for so long, I fought for so long and unfortunately, I had to vote against my will for the benefit of my country.This election was not what I had hoped for, I dreamt for campaigning for a woman candidate, I dreamt of women MP’s, yet I excluded myself and voted against my heart. And by God I hope I did the right thing, and pray that I won’t regret it one day.But regardless of all

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Basil; this woman’s prayer will bring you back even stronger Everything is orange You are the flowers With compliments Cheers to women Why blocking the road Hind, wallah fashalteena

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A question to the Interior MinistryHow much evidence do you need more than this?*JJ ; Jamal Jan6a

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It seems like Kuwait is cursed by Alkhurafi myth. For not only he is ruining our country by the power of his millions, where no one dares to stand against him, he is also preparing his smaller image in his nephew Marzooq Alghanim to extend his curse at least for a coming decade. Today I got a message from a reliable source that Alkhurafi had given his orders to withdraw 6million KD in cash from

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Fourth house: Block 1, St. Yoosif Alrumi, house Number 6Residents:143 Khaleefa hmood Ali Khaleefah Alshaheen Alghanim139 Khaleefah Zayid Fhaid Zayid Alammar85 Dalal Abdulwahab Fahad Ibrahim Abdulazeez Almutawa177 Faysal Nazar Ahmad Yoosuf Alnisif369 Mohammad Nazar Ahmad Yoosuf Alnisif457 Mishal Yagoob Yoosuf Mohammad AlduaijTotal Number: 6This house was another puzzle; the name printed on the

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تدعو جمعية الشفافية الكويتية الراغبين بالتطوع للمشاركة في مراقبة إنتخابات مجلس الامة يوم 29/6/2006 إلى التسجيل لديها على ان تقدم لهم دورة تدريبية بعنوان (المراقب الإنتخابي) للخبير الدستوري د. محمد المقاطع و سيمنح المشاركون شهادة مراقب إنتخابي.عنوان جمعية الشفافية الكويتيةاليرموك ق4 مقابل شارع المطارهاتف : 53589015358902الدعوة موصولة الى مدونين الكويت خاصة ان تساعدوا في نشر الدعوة ولنتصدى بها

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I fantasize being a landDraped with fine sandRuled by Freya-The Goddess of fertilityI fantasize rolling overBare skinned on wet shoresSedating Amor’s delightIn the light of my serenityI dream of being in a caveStroking his tangled headReleasing strand by strandHis sense and sensibilityI dream of eternal youthMohammad’s paradiseWhere no one else but usCan devour such lustful solidarityI dream of

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ليعلو صوتكمارسي حقكإنتمي : صوتي ، شاركيإنتخابات 2006عزيزتي الناخبةإليك بعض المعلومات الموجزة و الضرورية ليوم الإنتخابيوم الإنتخاب : هو يوم واحد فقط و يوافق الخميس 29/6/2006أماكن التصويت : سيصدر بيان من وزارة الداخلية في التلفزيون لتحديد أماكن الإنتخاب على مدى ثلاثة أيام قبل يوم الإنتخاب . أو قومي بزيارة موقع وزارة الداخلية علىهذا الرابطتوقيت الإنتخاب : من الساعة 8 صباحا و حتى 8 مساءالهوية

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In the previous two posts I have pointed out the negative aspects of the elections, but this particular election also carries some hope. There are some decent candidates running and we need our full force to back them up. Pay attention; It’s not a right, it’s an obligation Ya ba3adhom kilohomThe only woman candidate that is worth backing up, she is a fighter and she was with our move for reform

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Election time has its own flavor in Kuwait. The whole country looks like …. a chaos.Driving around can be very dangerous with all the posters and banners blocking the driver’s vision, some posters are creative and some are disgusting. Repetitive posters; is this some sort of psychology? Uncivilized; coming from a doctor! ????????I asked a friend of mine about the reason for some candidates to run

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I’m proud to say that I belong to Surrah area (Al3dailiya constituent), proud that the people of this small area reject to sell their votes in spite of Jamal Alomar and his filthy 500 KD’s/ head and Channel bags. They have voiced their opinion loud and clear through several banners, spread around the area and read as the following: عفواالسره ليست للبيعالكويت أغلىأبناء السرهYet, the souls of the

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انا هم مع الصراصيرThe orange hope "nabeeha ta7alof"

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شارك في الاعتصام بمقر التحالف الوطني الديموقراطي في الروضة الساعة 8:30 مساءا احتجاجا على تحريض وزير الاعلام لوزارة الداخلية باغلاق قناة (نبيها تحالف) وباقي القنوات الفضائية ، وقطع قناة نبيها تحالف عن البث عبر عربساتبأي حق يغلقون المحطات ، بأي حق يصادرون ويقمعون هذه الحقوق التي كفلها لنا الدستور .هل أصبحنا في عهد قمع حرية الرأي والتعبير ؟هل أغلقت بعض هذه المحطات فقط لأنها حاربة الفساد والمفسدين

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Away from the crowdSoaring, you took meDrawing a childish smile of a new discovererCasting a look of a devious knowerPinpointing addresses of the groundsThat zoomed out beneath the cloudsBut that was not all what you discoveredNor was all what I endeavoredTaking off into the realms of the unknownLike Alice in wondermentOf what could never be any betterWhat so everMy little Buddha, my discovererMy

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I stayed away from politics and elections in seclusion for a couple of days to think and gather my thoughts and try to find a solution for my confusion. As we all know, this is not a regular election for many reasons, and therefore I had to put a list of my objectives down to be able to think logically, and here is the list:- This election took place after the disillusion of the previous cabinet,

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I read your words late last night, or to be more precise, early this morning and a big smile cracked on the face of the broken hearted; me :)You have to understand Sir that ma3rakat eldawa2er for elburtugally is a priority. We have our principles, our beliefs and our respect for the word of honor. Alburtugaly as you mentioned included many different mentalities and lines of thought as well as

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I see it coming bigHuge and loadedWith quizzical, painfulQuestion marksIt’s a real battle with ammunitionGroup tacticsStrategies that deferIn the shades of light and darkAt times it looks as two opponentsRepresenting light and darkBoth strongEach to his utmost partAt others it looses shapeLooses tasteLooses the very essenceOf its true graceNow rest your weary headAtop my shameless bosomAnd drift

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“Kuwait University's faculty of Sharia, Prof Mohammed Al-Tabtebaei, recently issued a fatwa about how women should vote in the forthcoming parliamentary elections, reported Al-Watan.In it, Al-Tabtebaei said husbands could direct their wives' voting choice by using their right of divorce, or the threat of divorce, if they vote for a candidate other than their choice. He said that even if a woman

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Pearl divers yesterdayWere too exhaustedMaking the living of the dayWhile wealth spread amongTraders, businessmen andThe Royal FamilyBut on the contrary todayThey work for ministriesNo work is expectedNor punctualityFixed earning guaranteedRegardless of individual deedsYet; the cleaver only discoversThe path to the perfect pearlAs long as he doesn’t exceedHis preprogrammed, marathon speedTo

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I have a question How many times have you lost your phone line!How many times you pleaded to get it back!How many times you had to draw water from tankers!In a country so small and richAs this precious landHow many times were you disgracedWith “the right person in the wrong place” orVisa versa!How many times in long linesYou waitedAnd in silenceDisgustedDo you call this democracy!Hell; you

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After few hectic weeks of rebellious orange movement against corruption, and the dissolution of the parliament, we women find ourselves, for the first time, facing a huge challenge. A lot of writers and politicians are betting on our force to direct the outcome of the next parliament since our number exceeds that of men by more than a double. Some are betting that women are just followers of men

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I’m broken heartedAt my will I gave you my heartOn extended hands to takeI bedded the wet grass so you’d stay stillYet you squashed my heartUnder your feetAnd shuddered my dreams awayWas the orange sun too brightFor you to see the truth!I wonderI’m disappointedNot for dissolving the parliament, this was inevitable, but for the purpose of the act as was included in Amir’s speech. It sounded like

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source:الامة دوت اورغ

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These pictures are in chronological order

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Remember that our fight for reform is not over yet, Kuwait has done a lot for us; it´s time for us to repay. See you tonight at 8PM in front of the parliament build. Tell Kuwait that you care.

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Not everybody was in jeans.Water anyone?We will go in a civilized manner towards the back gate, if the security did not let us in, we will walk peacefully around the build to the front gate.Walking towards the back gateAna 3abd elma2moorNevermind we'll walk to the front gate.And the crowd grew by the minute.A skirmish started at the front gate as soon as we arrived, not any serious damage

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Please try to keep calm. Where did they all of a sudden come from? Ishda3wa? ????This is absurd One of the bandits burst in curses towards the crowd, coming from the building towards the fence. Security forces forced him back in. Too bad I couldn’t catch his face. MPs: We won't go in unless they allow you in. This is Alommah building; your building and no one has the right to keep you out.

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و طلعنا الشمس

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To those who can’t be with us todayWhile I was sitting in a crowdClick clicking my cameraAs if shooting a national themeOf some gigantic operaNot attending much to speech*And much enjoying the screechOf my beloved cameraAn ex-MP** sitting next to me,Distracted by the soundAsked, what was this all about?To comprehend my staminaHe looked as if loads of painMounted his fragile frameHe looked

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Despite public demand, the spoiled KID rulesHere is some photos of Diwan Elrashid An update:Orange ReverieA voidA vacuumNo sound, no visionNo comprehension of ABCGeographyPoliticsOr logicNot even bureaucracyOnly a mirageA devastation,ExasperationDesolation andWrothA volcano roaring from withinIs the exact state I’m inYet, by God; I’m not a quitterI’d rather see my orange reverieBlooming alive

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GUST HAVE SOME FUN WITH THE LORD

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Diwan ElSaqerQuote of the day” a prayer from Ali Alrashid”:اللهم ولي امورنا خيارناو لا تولي امورنا شرارنا ElSaqer Elkha6eeb The speakers Women attendance Catch of the day ;p WSCS Old age did not stop him Young age did not stop him Handicap did not stop him Look who was there Together for fiveAn updateSee YOU THERE tonight :)

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I’m speechless, honestly speaking; I did not expect such a huge attendance. After all, it was only yesterday that we awoke from the shock of the marathonic meeting of the council of ministers. When did these buds ( yahaloo) have time to organize all this? It reminded me of the time of the invasion where all Kuwaitis gathered and united under one thing; THE LOVE OF KUWAIT.No, I do not only hope

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See you THERE, and don’t forget to dress up in orange, I want to shoot the historical pictures of the orange sea, just like the ones I had for the blue revolution :)

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To all those who support five,Our attendance is a must:On: Sunday, 7 May 2006 at 7:30pm, at GUST- North Campus (Hawally in front of the Huda Sha3rawi roundabout)The speakers will be:MP Mohammad Al-SagerMP Ahmad Al-SadounMP Adel Al-SarawiMP Ali Al-RashedSecretary General of the Tahaluf Al-Watani Al-Democrati- Khaled Hilal Al-MutairiMember of Al-Tawafuq Al-Islami- Khalida Al-AliMember of the

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We read and hear a lot of voices calling for the reduction of constituents to five in an effort to fight corruption. Yet we can’t grasp how reducing electoral district would accomplish that. And if this theory is true then wouldn’t one district presenting the whole Kuwait be better than any other number? Wouldn’t it also accomplish Justus in distribution?Corruption is a disease that all societies

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Program interruption: I was meaning to continue posting my diaries in Lebanon, but had to stop here for my country’s call. And postpone the dairies until a further notice. We are sick and tiered of corruption in our parliament and government. This parliament that was a residue of the populous seeking their personal benefits. Their misconduct of democracy enriched some people like mushrooms

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A continuationFriday, April 14, 2006 I awoke this morning with angelic sounds coming from the nearby church of Mirti2lah (Hazmiya), it sounded like an old recording of Fairooze (the leading female singer of Lebanon), but the music sounded live. What a nice way to detoxify the still banging noise in my head from the night before. The alternating voice with chorus worked as magic; it tranquilized

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As usual when I’m on vacation I try to write my diaries, of which some I post and some I keep to myself. This time I decided to post, so if you do not like diaries especially the spicy ones, then refrain from reading right here and just enjoy the sceneries in the pictures I posted of Al Jumaiza, because these posts I write as a memoir to myself.Thursday, April13, 2006Today was a busy day;

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Name????????When my daughter first learned to write her full name she wrote her first name then mine then her father’s as her official full name on school math test paper. The teacher noticed that while she was passing to check the names. And asked her to change it, but she refused saying innocently that she was the daughter of AyyA as well as her father’s and that she loved me more than she did

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As long as there is a demand, this will continue. You can’t enforce banning of Alcohol, people would rely more on drugs which is far more dangerous than controlled Alcohol. Use logic for a change. Kalimatik dorrar , but where is the listening ear? Ya 7asratna The way the government and the parliament handling eldawa2r elintikhabiya sounds like a good subject for Abdel7sain Abdelridah’s next

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Ms. “K”; my baby getting ready for shower Mr."B"; the baby I baby-sit sometimesStrawberry fields forever Ya gazalin bil falla3aaaaib, not in publicHi Mr. "F"; my other baby, trying to get my attentionMr. “T”; a frequent guest Please release me let me goFlamingo Road Under Da Sea

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Ali AlBagli wrote in AlGabas today that we “the Arab countries” do not deserve democracy. And he gave examples of what had happened in Iraq and Egypt. And I add here Palestine. I would have to disagree with him on the bases that we do not deserve democracy although I know he said that out of desperation and that was his sarcastic way to let out. Democracy is our only way to survive. Yet democracy

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Jandeef Khaan posted sometimes back on Sa7at Alsafat about FGM, and indecently I was reading “Why I Am Not a Moslem” by Ibm Warraq about the same issue which he covered well in two chapters of his book. Here is a definition of FGM by Toni Nelson”Euphemistically referred to as female circumcision, FGM encompasses a variety of practices ranging from excision, the partial or total removal of the

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As a rose too fragile to voyage away from its landShe has her whims to ornate the bosoms of beauties, to giveYet she soon cries tears of petals pleading for her nourishing entitiesHer quest for perfection withersIn the hands of detached crueltyWhere she salvages her vanityIn the soils of pampering comfortForm the unattainableIn the realms of her maturityShe is alone yet never lonelyShe is forever

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Just got back from Dubai, my last visit was five years back and what a change, I was so impressed. Construction is booming, I hardly recognized the city. It was my first time to attend the World Cup Horse Races in Dubai. And what astounded me the most is seeing Mohammad Almaktoom wandering around greeting people with hardly any bodyguard. Allah la yegair 3alaihom, they deserve the best. Dubai is

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It has been said that each of us has a God-shaped hole inside where we spend most of our lives trying to fill it with the wrong things. And nothing is wrong with that I may add, if what is filled inside satisfy the beholder’s spirituality completely, without a single doubt that may alter his belief or deprive it of the spiritual peak he is thriving to achieve. And what could be better than

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Trapped - unruly I keep seeping back and forth throughthe uncanny neck of the hourglass; yes, I do understand yourconstant urge to find your long lost soul. Yet, forever fetchinga wraith in a misty crossroad where you’re not so sure where togo, still remains a puzzle to me. Why did you go on dwelling atthe doors of tomorrow and what it may or may not promise toobey only to come back, expectedly,

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I know I posted this poem before, and I’m posting it again now with the latest revision. Yes, I do revise my poems almost all the time and never satisfied with any :p. and that’s what kept me so far from publishing, but I have decided that once I finish with my online poetry class which is about a month from now, I will work on my book and my goal is to see the first publication January of 2007.

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In response to Misguided’s entry You Ain’t So Cool , I wrote this comment. Yet I preferred to post it here instead because I think that Misguided’s tape is worth seeing by all means. I don’t know how long it took me to watch it with my lousy laptop and lousier connection (still using the GPRS :( ), but it was well worth it.Dear misguided:What you have shown is pure talent, no matter how

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As you know;Lust - only momentarily infatuates And love for me is too complex- it hurtsLet Gibran’s Prophet elaborateSo what is it that kept us togetherAll the years that hastily passed?Passion!The whore of all seasons!The once devoured readily forgotten!It can’t be only thatLove!If Juliet was wedded to her likingWould poets still be marketingHer sacrifice!Is that why Aphrodite,With such a

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- Guys, you deserve what you get if you think this small , itha taboon ti7liboonha 3adel, learn from Elkhina how to play it big, or else this will be your fate- Almirja7: I think on this you are asking the impossible since there are no records for kibar elmowathafeen’s work hours, leaves as well as benefits. Diwan elkhdmah elmadaniya has statistics for sigar elmowathafeen faga6: agool lik istree7

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I went to the Graduate’s Society (the translation sounds funny) last night, not to hear speeches since I have had enough of those. But I thought may be I will run into two cyber friends whom are very dear to me: Shurouq and Princess. I neither could stand what seemed to me 7izb Alomah’s coalition with liberals, nor was easy to single out my friends in the crowd; I got disappointed and left early.

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MeI left the herd and lulledInto my well allotted shell-A space in which I dwelled to speakMy mind -Because I caredI closed windows, locked doors,Banned the creeping heat,Avoided pious draftsAnd dreamt of a civilized stateBut the hurricane had hit home,Crackling my windows,Braking my fragile crusted domeWith the announcement of :The Islamic governmentThe news hauled my course back intoThe

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إلى هنا يكفي ... معاً ضد العنف والتطرف.... معاً من أجل الحوار والتمدنNu er det nok..It is enough now!L?s teksten ogs? p? dansk,som f?lger den arabiske tekstEnglish Text Follows Danish textفي الأسابيع الماضية تصاعدت حدة الصراع بين الدنمرك من جهة ودول العالم الإسلامي من جهة أخرى بشكل واسع أدى إلى تنامي الأحاسيس القومية والدينية إلى أقصى درجات العنف والتطرف و الكراهية وتبادل الاتهامات وانفلات مد

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Leaping about, biting my knee, she barked“Where have you been all this time?”,We smiled - hers was a dangling, red rosy tongueAt last she found a jobHer little brother arranged the interviewDid her father travel again!I hope it’s for someone else, I need my freedomThen again, every timeI'm disappointedIt’s too dark, got to charge the ruly lunar reliefAh, one shot of a full moon, I need one lucid,

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I published this poem on Kaleidoscope sometimes back. But I think it’s the right time to publish it here as well:PhilosophyPublished Thursday, January 26, 2006 by KaleidoscopeWritten by Ayya Copyright © 2006What is the difference between “Right” and “Wrong”?And where do you get what you abide to?Set rules? Like God’s or humans, to stand strong?Or do you make your own rules, any clue?Do you find

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Using religion for political and personal benefits is an old tactic. And unfortunately Moslem religious leaders have exhausted this tactic and we (Moslems) always take the bait. It seems like “eltekrar ye3alim el…..” does not apply to this part of the globe.Danish episode was deliberately escalated by Islamists to provoke more hatred towards the west and everything civilized. Some Imams have even

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