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Pains of Birth

He screams. He cries. He tries to see through but sees nothing.  A cold sensation spreads over his skin. Chilling matter goes through his wide open mouth and stings his lungs before he exhales again another scream.  Giant creatures standing there scare him. They are unproportionally bigger than anything that could fit in the world he was living in till very recently. His world was comfortably dark, cozy and warm. Constantly fed through the cord tied to his belly, he didn't even have to worry about chewing anything but his thumb.  He cries as the will to go back to his comfort zone, fails him.  Those giants were holding him and anyway, he couldn't move in this totally new, unknown world.  New rules apply. He has no idea what's ahead, and he doesn't know whether he should trust, or not, the new nature, the new present, the new valiants tutors.  So he screams.  He kicks.  He waves his fists around in all directions.  Little did he know that nothing is up to his will, or al
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Ya Ya Ya Ya!

8 am, at the restaurant floor of the Four Seasons Resort. The breakfast tables line up, mostly unoccupied, on that large floor, where I chose to leave my stuff by the fountain and go pick a plate, lay some slices of smoked salmon and capers on it, grab a glass of grapefruit on my way and come back sit to the table. By now there’s another occupied table not very far on the other side of the fountain, but I really didn’t care much about identifying whom the silhouettes sitting on it belongs to.. As usual, I was very careful not to make noise with my fork on the plate. I don’t like to break that classy, shiny, breakfast silence. Suddenly, a child sings really loud and broke the silence that I was safeguarding: “ Ya ya ya ya! ”.. okay... someone is cheering the morning lights.  that’s it, he didn’t add a word. and I resumed my meal, repeating in my head.. “ Yeah yeah yeah.. ” but visualizing it written as “ jajajaja ” like in Spanish comments you read in some posts.. A colleague jo

I Want to Eat!

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أبيات

جفاف جفَّ شِعري مات لما أنَّ قلبي أنّات وافت قريحتي الوفاة وتكسرت أبياتي شتات ناديتها بآهات أن ارجعي يا أبيات لكن هيهات هيهات ولّى إلهامي وفات سرت قبله خطوات وتأخر عني سنوات أجابني أنه آت سألته  أنى لي الكلمات رد علي بصدى أصوات من وادي الأموات أن اعذرني، لا آتي إليك إلا مع العبرات ------------------ الرامي والقلم سهامها سود قطع ظلام وعيد ووعود أفراح وآلام تسديد وشرود إحياء وإعدام جرحها أخدود مليء بالآثام صوتها ودود يبهج الأيام تأتي من لدود تدمي الأكلام أو بالحب تجود تحّي بالإبهام تُضيع الردود أو تنير الأفهام قصدي يا مسعود عن كلام الأقلام

Brief me, pleaaaaase!

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Is Computer.. a Blessing?

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Forgiveness

A friend of mine asked me to write anything about "forgiveness", and it took me two weeks to decide that at the end I can write what I feel, not what I think. Because writing is only sincere when it's talking on behalf of your heart, just like forgiveness is only true when it's coming from the heart as well. And hey! That's the equation: I can't write about forgiveness. It almost left my heart and made estate in my mind. I'm consciously forgiving every one, in every day and in every moment. I deliberately know that I won't carry my grudge further after my death, and that no matter how big is my anger if one day they stand before me I will let go. That's what "I" will do. But "me" have a different point of view and can only keep it inside. Because what has marked several situations between some people and "me" was mostly that "I" didn't insist on getting, "I" always favorited gi