Monday, May 28, 2007


I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.

He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.

But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,

"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor, you'll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."

By this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?" He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.

I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."

I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."

I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

A story which will shock every one,…

Dua Khalil Aswad, a 17y girl was stoned, beaten and tortured to death on the 7th April, 07. I heard her story not imagining the cruel way that this small Iraqi MUSLIM girl was treated before she was killed until I watched her clip on YouTube.
If you are sensitive I don’t advice you to look at the clip

(clip was removed)

As said, a group of men from her village (North Iraq) and some of her family members participated in the killing. The 17 year old was tortured for 30 minutes before her soul left her body.

It was mentioned that the cause of the tragic killing was the innocent decision that the young girl toke. She converted from Shi’a (Yezidis) to Sunna (who are called Muslims in Iraq) as if it’s not the same religion. Even if it wasn’t NO ONE has the right to take away a life of another humane, at least not in that way with all the viewers and phone cameras…

Stupidly now I have a clear picture of why the Americans stayed in Iraq even after the capture of Sadam and his death, they claimed security, safety and wanted to insure and establish lows roles and forces before they left Iraqi lands to be handled by their own people. The Iraqis who are living there are literally HOLAGANS. Ok so not all of them you’ll all say, but what are the sober ones doing about it? Nothing… They are waiting for the Americans to do every thing for them then blame them in destroying and using the countries resources.

Iraqis are taking their own people as victims; they thought that what el mar7ooma Dua did will bring them shame. I feel calling them Arabs is a shame to us, I feel like calling them Muslims is a shame to us, I feel like calling them HUMENS is a shame to us.

I’ll leave you all with the whole story of Du’a Khalil Aswad, the victim of a crime which no one will pay for….

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Guess what?!!!

On my way to City Center with friends:
No I’m not buying any thing today, I’m saving for my future (ya whatever)

I’ll only have a snack....
SoI run into this amazing (Crepe CafĂ©) you guys have to try the sea food one…

It was YAMMY and so filling I couldn’t finish it.

I was so proud, I paid only this much for a delicious meal
Until there I was doing great and following my new plan

Oh Splash was in front of me:
It will cost me nothing, just a few T-shirts wont harm,…

Ok, so I bought more then few but but but......., Uhhhh the story goes on

While walking in between I felt my hand was heavier then before, I looked twice and there they were!!! More bags (ohhh I must have taken some one else’s shopping bags)...
Ya just play along la...

Tarararaaaaa…. Disaster, NO WAY. I can’t walk pass by that with out buying any thing.
Ya nass I’m still young and have lots to live for, I can have high blood pressure, wont be able to sleep at night, wont eat I’ll go through depression, I wont be able to mingle, I’ll lose interest in life and I’ll lose my hair (DRAMA).

My future was in front of me... So I went in…..

By the end of the day:
Ya so I failed, temptations that I couldn’t resist, things that I’d never live without, I’m ashamed, I feel weak and my hands hurt, I need more money and a new car and a new shoe ane ohhhh boy here i go again.

I’m addicted and I need medication,..

Plus my hands DID hurt
FUN, I really had fun

My kitty kitty kitty

((( She’s tinny like a rat, sleeps in my slipper and my fiends call her Ethiopian, don’t care my rat *ohhh* I mean cat is cute…) ))