Saturday, October 18, 2008

Wasted Soul by A crazy soul.

BedTime's Quote[...]:
"The worst realization in life is death, but it's the most important to change one's view toward the world that he's interacting with. This is the life, it's short, it's not measured by one's longevity, but good deeds. Good looking or bad looking, young or old, black or white, all face death, and all are the same underground, clay and sand, bones and no flesh. I'm thankful to be his son and I won't forget to mention him in my prayers"--[x]

My father was a very organized man, and very hard working. He was an American in his organization and loyalty & disciplinary to his job, and a true Arab & Muslim in his traditions and religion. It's hard and rare to find organized and discipline men in our a chaotic lazy nation of Arabia. He was killed by a policeman who was driving fast to work! at 7pm. He was driving at 200km/hr. No need to go to the hurtful details of the accident more than talking to my father. My father never spoke loudly, nor frowned, nor gossips, nor had a grudge against someone. He used to sleep at 9pm and woke up at 3am. He read Quran from 4 to the sunrise. He started his day looking at his parrots and write down on his journal and task tables to plan his day. He used to fix and repair the house electrical and plumbing problems by himself and he loved to repair our local mosque. He was very healthy, he always said "Eat Salad then meat in your meals it protects you from Cancer". He never beat his kids to enforce something on them, he liked to convince with soft words rather than using a stick or a sickle! I remember whenever I was mad at someone, I used to say "I would beat him!" my father would say "You were raised by Hitler or Bush?" "انت متربي عند هتلر ولا بوش؟". He had a great job as an oil engineer, but he never looked down at people nor cared about luxurious things. He always donated a lot of money to the poor. He was very peaceful and always smiling, he had friends and relations with people from all backgrounds, Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Atheists, Arabs, Asians, and Westerns. He was very clean, he always took care of his look and health. When I was washing his body to bury him, his toes and fingers looked so clean, his face was bright and smiling. At night after we buried him, I saw my grandfather locking the mosque door at 3:00am. I asked him "What's wrong?", he said "The water is dropping non stop, I don't know what's wrong with it" then he started crying and said "The man who used to fix it for me passed away and now no one would fix it for me". He bought a gift to his mother as usual whenever he travels, but I guess now the gift is never delivered this time...

We cry for him not because he is dead, but because the vacuum he left behind is almost impossible to refill while people still speeding with their cars to be on time at work or to race each another, or for fun, great people are killed and wasted for nothing, but a weak disorganized corrupted system ruling this nation. And guess what? the man who caused the accident survived, he was jailed for two days and then released! the insurance company covers everything and all go like nothing happened! while two days ago, my friend drove his car without a driving license, he hit a rich guy driving Porsche, the rich guy said "Don't worry I will take responsibility and it will be my fault" since he knew my friend was financially poor. Unfortunately, an undercover police officer heard their disccusion and arrested my friend and put him in Jail. Now my friend has to pay about $40,000 to fix both cars since the insurance can't cover him, and also to pay for his release from Jail where he has been there for 4 days now.

+Not just this, but also at the accident, some people took advantage of it, and stole my father's wallet and watch!, and did shopping using my father's visa card! I really don't understand how some people can be like this.

May Allah reward my father heaven, and may Allah guide our nation to organization and sensibility!

Good night.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Father Death

Since my father, 49years old, passed away in a deadly car accident, life has become so different and so complicated to me. Everyday I discover something and every day I face a new problem. The most important thing I've realized during this time that our social system is so fragile and corrupted where the dead isn't respected nor is the living one. I see greed and generosity fighting each other, while sorrows and evil smiles are killing each other. I wish, I could live somewhere else. I'm thankful for everything and thanks to Allah my mother survived the accident. Good night.

Monday, August 11, 2008


Seaside fishing
Seaside fishing by [x]

: I haven't blogged much lately because I didn't have what it takes to be meaningful...lately. Good night.

Saturday, August 02, 2008

2nite's Last Words[2]:

2nite's Last Words[2]:
"How unfortunate, we do pray, every day, only because it's a tradition. It's become as moves done five times daily, barely we feel its spirituality and its value. it is as a nutrition for our souls, our physical organ is full, while a spiritual famine hits us. Anyway...I have to go now because it's time to pray but not as a traditional act"

Friday, August 01, 2008

Partial Solar Eclipse

Partial Solar Eclipse 20% - 2
Partial Solar Eclipse Taken by [x]

Note: Taken in Oman Muscat, August First afternoon.

Saturday, July 26, 2008


BedTime's Quote[170]:
"There are three important moments when people gather to see you in your life, when you are born, in your wedding, and when you die. In the first and last you can't tell them how you feel, while the second, you can never forget"--[x].

Sunday, July 13, 2008

الحرب والسلام والجنس الثالث

والجنس الثالث
في أمان
عاشت لبنان
في فوضى
واصوات العود
تحت حزب الله وجنبلاط
وسنيوره والجنس ثالث
والرقص شرقي
وملكات الجمال
اللهم اهدينا جميعا
يا رب العالمين

2nite's last words[1]:
"I'm going to sleep like that dead child of Palestine
underneath those bullets of Israel,
covered by leaves which used to be green,
those leaves fell from trees
blown away by winds from Arabian men's mouths
...they caused nothing because they were vowels" --[x]

Good night dear readers...

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Sleepless in Muscat

Sleepless in Muscat
ٍSleepless in Muscat by [x]

انا لله وانا اليه راجعون

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Sinking Colors

Sinking Colors
Sinking Colors by [x]

Mom's flower.
I'm home.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

B/w Good and evil a wall

Antinationalist's thought:
Between evil and good, a wall.

I've been homeless, living at my friend's apartment to another. It's not that I'm really homeless, it's just that I have a home but I don't feel comfortable living in it any more, so I preferred to roam around. I'm at my friend's apartment. I just prayed Alfajir, and my hair is still wet from Wudu. The room is quiet, and the fan is spinning and its shades moving on the room's four walls. I could hear Um Kulthom classic songs coming through the wall and underneath the door from a next door room. Five Arabs roommates are there, laughing and chatting. Their laughters are loud and as meaningless as their conversations. They just finished smoking their last weed pot, and got drunk enough. I question myself a lot and realize that there is also a physical thin line between evil and good, and it was a wall. Like any wall in history, like the great wall of China, the Berlin wall, and the wall in Gazah. However, my wall is more personal, and socially sad. It's so fragile, insecure and thin comparing to the others. My wall is just to show you how society has become, and how evil and good exist in one house under one roof divided by a wall or two. All I could do is to put the pillow around my ears to hardly fall asleep and pretend there's only light not dark.

Good Night dear readers.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

One Cent Missing

AntiNationalist's Thought:
One Cent Missing

Today at work, an old white unshaved western man with a tiring face bought something, I told him it was four dollars and one cent, he gave me four dollars and two cents, I told him one cent was over, he said "Yeah you forgot last week I told you I was short one cent and forgot to give it to you". I was speechless and amazed at how honest and credible some people could be, I said to him "Well for your loyalty and honesty, I gave it back to you". I've seen Arabs and Muslims men throwing away cents, dimes and nickels in trash saying it's not much. I've met some who owed me hundreds of dollars not a cent, and still denied to pay back. In the darkest and most disordered working-class societies, you see drunken drugs addicted homeless people and prostitutes, thieves, and more. However you still sometime see inside them a sense of kindness and mercifulness, which amazes me the most because of how contradicting it is. I think the sense of mercifulness is what many of our Arab and Muslim societies miss and lack, and don't understand and realize it, even though they say it unrealizing the meaning of it everyday in their prayers: "Bismillahi al r-rahmani al r-rahim" "In the name of Allah, the most gracious, the most merciful".

Good night dear readers.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

ابن القيم

ابن القيم الجوزية مدهش من اتخاذ المسيحيين عيسى عليه السلام إلها متسائلا:-

"أعباد المسيح لنا سؤال نريد جوابه ممن وعاه:

إذا مات الإله بصنع قوم أماتوه فما هذا الإله؟

وهل أرضاه ما نالوه منه فبشراهم إذا نالوا رضاه؟

و إن سخط الذي فعلوه فيه فقوتهم إذا أوهت قواه؟

وهل بقي الوجود بلا إله سميع يستجيب لمن دعاه؟

و هل خلت الطباق السبع لما ثوى تحت التراب و قد علاه؟

و هل خلت العوالم من إله يدبرها و قد سُمّرَتْ يداه؟

و كيف تخلت الأملاك عنه بنصرهم و قد سمعوا بكاه؟

و كيف أطاقت الخشبات حمل الإله الحق شداً على قفاه؟

و كيف دنا الحديد إليه حتى يخالطه و يلحقه أذاه؟

و كيف تمكنت أيدي عداه و طالت حيث قد صفعوا قفاه؟

و هل عاد المسيح إلى حياة أم المحيي له رب سواه؟

و يا عجبا لقبر ضم رباً و أعجب منه بطن قد حواه!

أقام هناك تسعاً من شهور لدى الظلمات من حيض غذاه.

و شق الفرج مولوداً صغيراً ضعيفاً فاتحاً للثدى فاه.

و يأكل ثم يشرب ثم يأتي بلازم ذاك هل هذا إله؟

تعالى الله عن إفك النصارى سيسأل كلهم عما افتراه

أعباد الصليب لأي معنى يعظم أو يقبح من رماه؟

و هل تقضى العقول بغير كسر و إحراق له و لمن بغاه؟

إذا ركب الإله عليه كرهاً و قد شدت لتسمير يداه

فذاك المركب الملعون حقا فدسه لا تبسه إذ تراه يهان.

عليه رب الخلق طَرا و تعبده! فإنك من عداه.

فإن عظمته من أجل أن قد حوى رب العباد و قد علاه.

و قد فقد الصليب فإن رأينا له شكلا تذكرنا سناه!

فهلا للقبور سجدت طرا لضم القبر ربك في حشاه!

فيا عبد المسيح أفق فهذا بدايته وهذا منتهاه".

Monday, April 28, 2008


In today's world, only good dies young.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008


BedTime's quote[169]:
"I watched a lot of Fox news, until I got confused about reality" --[x]

"The only thing I learned from Watching News on Tv is the definition of confusion" --[x]

"All those who go through the presidential elections are liars, and they should never be trusted again when they become presidents" --[x]

Psychological Status: Very dark.
Political Status: dont-giva-dam

Good night dear readers.

Monday, April 21, 2008

يامن يراني ولا أراه .

يامن يراني ولا أراه .......*... أنظر بعين الرضا لحالي

وارحم بعفو ذلي وحالي ....*.... وكن لي عونا عند السؤال

فإني عبد حملي ثقيل ....*.... ولي ذنوب مثل الرمال

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Mocking Life-System[12] + BTQ[168]

12 Hours of Work
12 Hours of Work by [x]

BedTime's Quote[168]:
"The Material world prices are increasing, while the Spiritual World is going low, many souls have become worthless, and a drop of oil equals everything" --[x].

Mocking Life-System[12]:

-Bahraini Riots is when people think that their kingdom is as big as USA and it is really capable of solving its problems alone.
-Omani Riots is when people get slapped and spanked and go back home to sleep quietly like nothing has happened.
-Saudi riots never exist, because the king says so.
-Palestinian Riots is when people shout and scream until their throats bleed and their lands become sandy and rockless, but still could not wake up one Arabic president from his asleep.
-American Riots is when people realize that they have mistaken again, and the tax rate has been changed.
-Danish Riots is when Muslims are on News.
-Dutch Riots is when people go naked and lay down in streets and call it - white protest! and it's part of their "freedom"
-Indian and Pakistani riots is when people all shout and scream after one man, without knowing what the real problem is.
-Chinese Riots is when you see dead and burned bodies in the streets, you realize that something existed before.
- In Russia riots never happen because their TV never show the truth.
- In the rest of Arabia riots are daily routines enjoyed by the kings and remote-controlled by imperialists.
- In Africa, the word Riot doesn't exist in their dictionary, instead they use "Civil war" which almost equals to rioting.

Therefore, let's riot over bread prices, rice prices, oil prices, but in the end it will not change the fact that we only riot when their oppression does almost cause our death, which in return it is our natural human reaction to act for survival. I wonder when will we riot for more knowledge, more justices, more rights, more anti-alcohol laws, anti interest rates - reba2... Riot for the child who never had education, a man who can't get married, or a woman who can't get a job, or for more books to be translated to Arabic.

Good night dear readers.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Unity & Humanity

When we battle each other,
wound each other,
our blood drops down to the ground.
and our souls fly high to the sky.

The tree roots go deep,
and its branches go high.

North only faces North,
South only faces South,

The Sky and the Earth never meet together,

But they are like the spirit and the body
One can't exist without another.

MyNote: Thanks for reading, and who's commented, I post my entries very late at night because most of my day I spend it busy outside, I only check the net before I go to sleep or when I wake up.

Good night Dear Readers

Monday, April 07, 2008


Bedtime's Quote[162]:
"The offensive cartoons depicting our prophet could be a great tool we could use to spread the faith to wider audiences by not protesting violently in streets and sending threats to those editors, but by reacting kindly and explain & tell the life story of the prophet on live TVs whenever we are interviewed globally, this is the easiest and simplest counter-attack to defeat the islamphobia fans and haters at home" --[x]

Good night.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

David Star Above

Have you seen
The burning tyres in
the streets
the sky raining rocks and steels
Birds flying called F sixteens
Bones of hope
Of those who were erased
Over them a throne
Of 23 men on the top
And A david star above them

Controlling millions of masses
Engineering the killing machine,
Making rules and staging the scene.
We are the ignorants,
the cowards, and backward nation
Living in the undying summer,
the frozen winter,
Witnessing deserts
And leaveless trees.
We can't even move a stone without a permission.

They are drinking the blood of the innocents,
while praying under the Salmon Wall,
Great mosques, or
In casinos cursing God

They, Stealing our lands, burning olive trees
Making thousands
homeless, heartless,
Rock throwers,
tyres burners,
suicide bombers
So Just to settle and make a living for three!

Where does justice exist in today's world?
When millions die and few lives,
A baby thirsts for milk, while the soldier kills the cow.
We are the seeds that never grow,
The disabled people,
The deactivated brains,

Let's reactivate our intellects,
Let's reflect lights of knowledge and unity
to prove a point that history
repeats itself.
Yes, rewrite the story
Of the victory of our fathers
The happiness of our mothers,
End it and pour wax on it
Stamp it with blood and words say
"We over threw 23 men under David star"

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Close to The Throne

Dirty Cold Past
Dirty Cold Past by [x]
[Taken in Feb 2008]

Close To The Throne

A lifeless man
Digging for gold,
Building Palaces and Castles,
in front of heavenly views.
His friends to be sold.
His Protesters to be destroyed.
Say No to be gone
Say Yes to get close to the throne.

He thinks his words are memes,
His Constitution is Sacramental
And His People are just part of his agitprop.
...but between the narrow streets
Reality is very sad and catastrophical.

..He ignores the existence of God.
Greed is a sin,
one of the sevens'.
Power is a virus with no cure.
He knows it all.

His death is pivot
A funeral to some
A celebration to many
Worms gather underground,
Waiting for the feast
To get down,
buried by the sands,
Covered and Marbled by a 5 inch thick stone.

...Worms consume him to a skeleton...
The Celebration won't last long,
Because another lifeless man
said Yes to get close to the throne.
influenced by [z]

AntiNationalist Thought:
Silly Imaginations

I sometime have strange thoughts to describe my moods and reaction to certain events, or express my madness. I never hesistate to express my madness or moods although they can be very offensive to my bosses so-called big brothers. I sometime have weird thoughts or imaginations. For example, I would imagine myself having a dream of a president but in abstract details. I write them as drafts because I don't think they are valuable, writing is good even if it was for nothing, because from nothing we are born. For example, imagining myself having this weird dream in this few lines:

In my dream,
I've Seen an old cow,
with two golden wings
An old turbaned man explained it
He said to me:
"another president
to be hang
And another nation
to be divided
into tiny dots like the sands".


Or Sometime I would imagine

A lion,
A donkey,

And a monkey,
The Lion says to the donkey, "you are strong, but you got no brain".
The Monkey says to the lion, "you are imperialist and powerful, but with fear you rule others".
The Lion says to the monkey, "you are smart, with hypocrisy & cowardice, you survive over the trees and behind the shades".
The Donkey says "Oh sorry, I did not understand you all, could you please repeat?"

Well those are just symbolizing real nations, America, Israel and the Arabs: Lion, Monkey, and Donkey. I hope no one gets offended. time to sleep, i can't share more of my silly imaginations...

Good night dear readers.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Pyschological Status

MyNote: I barely have a free time, working 7 hours a day to survive, and while doing so, I witness the social decay of hundreds of individuals, there's no democracy, only lies and hypocrisy, this all makes me sinful, I pray to be forgiven.

I wake up every day to think of three, school, work, and death. Barely know when to eat, and when to sleep. Sleep while the light is on, because dark makes me feel empty. The morning lights coming out of my window wakes me up, I wonder if there was no sun, how many like me would never wake up, maybe those people living in dark political prison cells never saw the light, and never woke up. Their sin was saying "No". However, my sins I can't know. I saw a man with no teeth, a homeless man under the rain. I wanted to help but I was broke, I felt so sinful, because my days had been so bad. I only had 5$ in my pocket, I decided to buy my favorite vitamin drink, grape flavor, it was not there in the shelves. I thought maybe God wanted me to donate what I had to that man so I would be forgiven, I went out in the rain, I gave the man all I had, I spent the rest of the day without food until night came, and my friend shared his dinner with me. These days I'm going through the same days again, so I'm sinful, I pray to be forgiven, or maybe there's another homeless man that I can donate my last $5 in my pocket.

Good night.

Sunday, March 30, 2008


Life likea Rorschach test by Floriana Barbu
Life likea Rorschach test by Floriana Barbu

BedTime's Quote[161]:
"The Ice plate in the Antarctica breaks into many big pieces, and those pieces swim deep in the ocean, and start to melt and get smaller day after day, until they disappear. Such a natural event reminds me of how our Arabic world might end" --[x] [Political-Understanding].

Political Status: Aggressive.
Psychological Status: Stressed & Lifeless.

Good night.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

BTQ[160] + Reader Response

BedTime's Quote[160]:
"I have to come to realize that poverty is a necessity for society to keeps its balance"--[x][Social-Understanding]

"I have seen countries meet for something to achieve, but I have never seen countries meet for more divisions and confusions like the ones we belong to"--[x][Political-Understanding]


A Reader Response to Children of Cart:
"A six year old, in grade One, came to us with a tissue, a single tissue, wanting to sell it for 100 Baisa. At 10 PM on a Friday.

He acted so poor, he had no shoes on, and started whining: please buy it, please. When we asked where his parents were, he said they were at home.

They dropped him off, with his friends, at night, on a Friday, to beg.

I wonder what his teacher would do when she finds him sleeping in the middle of thelesson. That's if he does attend class." --by 575.

Good night dear readers.

Monday, March 24, 2008


BedTime's Quote[159]:

"We are born everyday, and die every second passes by. The future is a battle between life and death, and you are the one who ends it, but can't restart it" --[x] [Social-understanding]

"A thin mustache,
Twisted tongue,
a muscular body,
crumbled spirit,
whitened skin,
Filthy soul,
luxuriously dressed,
badly behaved,
Gel in the hair,
dead cells in the brain,
An image of a nightmare,
A nightmare of today's Arab men" --[x]

Political Status: Uncontrollable.
Psychological Status: Extremely unemotional

Good night dear readers.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Children Of Carts

AntiNationalist's Thought
Children Widening The social class gap.

When I was back home last Christmas, I visited the fruit and vegetable market in Mowalih. It was crowded with buyers and sellers, all kind of fruits and vegetables were fresh and sold in low prices comparing to where I am now. It's a very active and busy market, very vital to many. What was shocking to me when I was there, was when I noticed that there were more children doing hard labors. I saw children lifting heavy bags and boxes of fruits and vegetables on their carts, they wore dirty old clothes, and didn't really have any basic safety to wear, nor a good pair of shoes. I really felt ashamed of how I looked like and what I wore at that moment, I wished I were them so they became me. They might have done these jobs to pay their livings. Doing hard labors becoming more important than education for survival is what their parents believe in. This is not just happening in my society, in fact it's happening everywhere nowadays, if children can't have education because they have to pay their parents bills, then who will build our nations in the future? Are we witnessing a social class gap that no one can fill except more thieves and criminals trying to tightening it? I can go into details but few words are enough to echo and shake a mountain of blind thoughts.

Good night dear readers.

Monday, March 17, 2008


untitled By Filip Bogdan
untitled By Filip Bogdan
BedTime's Qoute[158]:
"What's democracy? Democracy is when you raise a child with a freedom of choice, and teach him to love only few things you want, such as fast food, dancing, singing, and car racing. However, when the child grows up, he will remain interested only in these few things that you have taught him, and he would never question your political directions because he never learned to care about them and that's democracy at its full potential to make a child thinks, he has freedom" --[x]

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

The Animal Kingdom

A seed growing out of a concrete ground,
Flowers blooming out of trenches and gunholes,
A spiderweb built over a skeleton's eyes.
Nuclear waste fertilizing graveyards.
Gunpowders, Cannons,
Mines, and knives
Decorations for children playgrounds
Vultures & Crows crowing
Doors Cracking,
Winds whistling,

neighing, cheeping
clicking, chirping,
mewing, growling,
Madness and anger,
Emotional vocal mixes made by natures

these images & sounds are the future songs
Of our abandoned Earth.
World War Three has just ended.
Earth's left with no religion, no political party,
No ideology,
No Human Race to win any race!

The Animal kingdom Rising
Out of our History books,
Scientific inventions,
and political corruptions.
Our civilization crumbles.

Earth is happy without us.
us... The high-IQ race
Whose stupidity killed its own brain cells.

A lion ruling a jungle
Is more fair
Than An Arab man ruling a country.

A Monkey eating a banana,
Is more satisfied with his meal
Than a minister on his golden chair
next to a white blue beach,

A donkey carrying heavy cargoes
is happier than a man reading many books
and censored by his boss.

Let the Animal kingdom rule us,
they might do a better job in the end.

Mynote: the post is to be edited later.

Good night dear readers.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Of A Man and his Religious Turban

BedTime's Quote[157]:

I like to drown so others can float" --[x]

AntiNationalist's Thought:

Of A man and His Religious Turban.

When I was in my home country 3 weeks ago, I went to the Friday prayer. I was excited to go since I had been away from home for almost 3 years. The mosque was huge and beautiful, with many Islamic Calligraphies. I sat outside because I came late, however the weather was beautiful, the Friday speech [5o6bah] started, and as soon as it started I got familiar with the voice of the speecher! He was the same one he used to speech 3 years ago with his boring voice tones. I said to myself, let me wait he might say something interesting, I daydreamed off and on through the speech, I might have committed sins or maybe my prayers weren't accepted by God, but I had no choice there was no way for me to pay attention to a speech that I had heard many times 3 years ago and now I expected something new but I was disappointed from hearing the same old dusty words praising God and reciting Prophet's sayings - hadith - so unrealistic speeches so far from reality and what people really want to hear to get inspired. The speech finished, I left the mosque. I went to the grocery store as all the natives do after the prayer to buy Mountain Dew or a Juice for the sake of being healthy! I asked my father "Why do you go to the same mosque if the speech remains almost the same?" He said "Almost Everywhere, They are all the same". Then I said to myself, well then maybe I should watch the speech on TV, or hear it on the Radio, then go to pray. It's really sad to see a huge mosque -with beautiful designs, which so much money was spent on to build, - like a fancy Chinese porcelain vase that's empty of water from inside and can't help thirsty people. I rather have a mosque built in clay, and tree branches in the middle of the desert but with a good wise talker who can inspire people to be better society. I see our mosques are built as a civil decoration by the highways not to attract people to pray, but to attract their eyes to see the outside and inside decorations and ignore what's inside of lost faith and a weak speecher. Only few who can give a speech without looking at their already-written speech on a paper sheet. It's a shame to look at a religious man- who can't even give a proper speech on Friday- with his Islamic traditional cloth, which have become a representation of nothing of wisdom or religious rights or a closer step to heaven, but a big sign saying "Hey look at me I've become a religious cleric I can advice you to heaven"

Good night Dear readers.

Sunday, February 17, 2008


He remains Unchanged

Winter Snow is melting,
Exhuming our frozen sins
Windy Weather brings Spring
Cleaning the streets of leaves
and depressing paper notes
He was to you a fairytale.
And you became to him a hell.
Innocence, Purity, and loyalty
He wanted...
Madness, Anger and A back stab,
He received...
Memories cutting like knives.
His back is full of your wounds.

Every stone becomes dusts,
Every castle becomes crumbles.
Every name becomes a gravestone.
But "He" remains the same
waiting you to become

He exclaimed:

All I wanted is to change the world,
I remained unchanged
And people went to the worse.
I only wanted to help
But you sent me to hell.
Hurting me wasn't enough
so you took my heart...
and gave it to someone else.
I'm left with no feelings...
Emotionless, restless,
a beast full of evilness.
After all these changes,
You came simply to say
"Bad Things happen for reasons"
But I say
"Bad Things happen for treasons"

May The lord guides you to heaven
And let me live this life alone
Facing dragons, beasts, and
a political hell named Nationalism.


MyNote: It's about a man who prefers to change the world, than marrying someone, even though it looks impossible to do so.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

BedTime's Quote[156]

Street Warrior by Neven Jurkovic
Street Warrior by Neven Jurkovic
Bedtime's Quote[156]:
"When someone feels alone in the ocean, and is about to drown, she/he will hold on any floating object to survive, but it's a bad idea to hold on a shark, therefore I prefer to die"--[x] [Social-Understanding].

"Who is willing to sacrifice anything survives" --[x]

AntiNationalist's Thought:

AntiNationalist Confession
I am writing a new short political-fiction story. I wrote the introduction last night, so maybe I will finish the rest later. To be honest, I haven't blogged much because I was sick, a mental sick, I just realized that I am like those Russian suicidal novelists. They can't write without being depressed, or even drunk!, maybe they use a pen full of Vodka to write a story full of suicidal ends and creative thoughts on pages full of alcohol smells - Thanks God I don't drink. I was on medication for the last 7 months, those stupid medicine made me think of nothingness, made my brain feel like nothing existed, and ideas are lethal to brainstorm. They made me feel like I should only think of work, study, and sleep. In the same time, I did miss this place, I just could not think of any idea to write down, until last month when I stopped taking those pills, I started to blog. I realized that Pain is creativity and inspiration. If you don't feel the pain and suffer of a poor or sick man, then you would never be able to describe his thoughts and feelings. If you are always happy, and able to be creative-minded, then that's a blessing I might envy - don't envy it's haram. Anyhow, for myself, I can't think without being able to feel what others feel, and since those medications make me happy, high, and unthoughtful, then I gave them up, and prefer to be sad, depressed, suicidal, but most importantly, thoughtful. Yes I care about being thoughtful more than anything else, because it is what our nation today needs, it needs creative and thoughtful people, who feel pain and appreciate it, then work hard to increase it to the extreme limit just to make a desert a forest, and a crying baby a laughter. Life is not about happiness and peace to me any more, it's more about being painful, and thoughtful. I prefer to be sad and thoughtful to enlighten a child and inspire him to work hard to be our next leader, than being happy and unthoughtful marrying a woman who will bore me 10 kids, and none of them would build even an ant kingdom in his bedroom, but just praising his traditions and cultures, and adore his colorful flag and claiming that they are the chosen Muslims while the rest of the world goes to hell. It's really hard to walk on a line so thin that might decide where you fall into hell or heaven.

Therefore for now but not sure how long:

Political Status: Offensive.
Psychological Status: Suicidal.

Good night dear readers.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

We're Better Thieves

Oh Dear Sultan
What have you done?
We sought a better salary
and A flourishing economy,
Appointed thieves
to organize our society!
They divide our wills and lands
Like the imperialists with their colonies
Divide and rule...
and hail the fools...

They steal
and steal,
then divide the lands
while our hands...
Get chopped off
for stealing a piece of bread..
Because Sharia laws
must be applied on any scapegoat in the end.

Please dear Sultan
Keep in mind,
Power is a source of troubles
So make it our trouble too...
Let us all have it
Because we all can be better thieves
who try to raise someone's salary
and a flourishing economy...

MyNote: ...still waiting the courtroom's door to be opened...I hear the judges calling and the chains of fate are turning and screwing around victims' necks... And Justice for all.

Good night dear readers.

Monday, February 11, 2008

The House of Shaytan.

They say Peace is useful.
To The Enemies to rise again.
They say War is Harmful
To The guns to be broken again.
They say friends should be honest
To liars like you.
They say Hate is beautiful
To divide foes more.
They say Love is ugly
To Blind lovers to go astray.
They say the Devil is so kind
To Dictators to enslave nations.
They say Good is cruel
To Evil doers to be sent to death.
They say Smiling is a disease
To Sick eyes to be charmed again.
They say Crying is helpful!
Helpful to tears to fall down.
I say ignorance is power
To Arabs to be controlled longer.
I say Tradition is destructive
To creative minds to be prisoned in tiny cells.
I say We should stop giving Opinions.
Because Opinions are threats
To our presidents to last on their thrones.
Just let's forget our Religion,
And adopt their future eco-plans
To lead us to the house of Shaytan.
Located at Our leaders' Minds.

MyNote: Written in April 2007.

Friday, February 08, 2008

A river, A lake, a Mountain And the Garden

Untitled by Michal Giedrojc
Untitled by Michal Giedrojc
I'll get you a river,
a lake,
a mountain
and a garden,
You can then
your kids running
and lying
over a sunflowers carpet
under an apple tree
like Adam's and Eve's
Eating sinless fruits.
Then you sleep under a sparkling sky.
They try
and try
to capture a star,
they cry
but you tell them
"Don't worry
One day,
You can fly
and become one
like the river
the lake
the mountain
and this beautiful garden"

However they said:
But this lake
has a black fate"
You whisper them a story
"Once upon a time,
There was a lake called
Black Fate
the villagers believed it had a monster
A carnivorous creature,
with long teeth
and sharp horns...
like the unicorn's
One day...
A young man...
with a strong faith..
and an invisible iron heart
went against the will of the villagers
He jumped in,
swam and swam
deep and shallow
and then exclaimed
"I am, I am...

the one,
the carnivore
the taboos destroyer
the monster killer

everyone started to swim in
behind him..."
A lesson to learn
Never and ever believe in traditions
they aren't facts
it's a monster that give you
That never let you enjoy
These river, lake, mountain, and the garden.
influenced by [z]

MyNote: Never give up a dream when you truly know and believer it is what should be done.