Ughhhhhh !!!

Current mood: VERY VERY ANGRY!
Day 2
I called the 3iyada so that I can come and let the Dr. remove my braces!I can't handle it anymore! I'm sooooooooo PISSED OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.. they didn't call me back to confirm!! What am I goin' to do!!! We gonna go to chalet anytime soon!
I'm in PAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!I Didn't had breakfast nor lunch! I'm hungryyyyyyy Akhaf akel ate3awar! I'm afraid I'm not gonna enjoy food anytime soon EH EH EH EH!! I hate braces!! I hate them I hate THEMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!

Life Goes On . . .

In every human life,
there are some moments when one is sad and depressed
Frustrated from every zone of life,
And feel like leaving everything & going away
And Life Goes on..

Some moments in whichone is wrapped with tensions
one wants to get out of them
and fly high in the sky
But cant run away, and life goes on..

Some moments in which,
one who adores hurts sentiments,
one needs a support, a shoulder to dry on,
But doesnt find one, and life goes on..

Some moments in which one gets tired of life
or so intensely hurt that one wants to die
one wishes to end up with
life at that very moment, and life goes on..

And in every human life on day arrives
When there is a big halt to one's life.
And then the people cryand show that they were concerned

Then the question arises
Do they wait for one's death..,
To care, To understand the oneIf so,
then wait till death and until then

Life Goes On . . .

Poem by - Unknown

Errrr.. Braces are SOOO NOT kool =(

Yesterday, after jam3a I had to go to the dentist for braces! I hate them! It's weird looking at myself in the mirror! I have to have them on for 13 months! It hurts soooooo much that I can't eat and talk 3adil! Errgh!! o Faj2a gomt a3a9eb 3ala kelshay! kelish mo ANA! =\
So, if you've got nice teeth now, be thankful ...!!

79 days has passed and still words fail me Ya YUBA ..

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

(يا أيتها النفس المطمئنة ارجعي إلى ربك راضية مرضية، فادخلي في عبادي وادخلي جنتي)

صدق الله العظيم

I've been debating with myself for several weeks now wether I was going to publish this post today or give it more time. Then I've decided, It's now or never..

This post It's not for me, It's not for you, It's for him *My Father*

When I eventually got to bed, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about my father, the man who had brought me into this world. My father was a wise, gentle man. Everybody loved him. My father - the man who had taught me how to differentiate right from wrong. He is the person I look up to. A true example of what a man should be...

Even in his final moments, he didn't want to be the focus, or the source of worry. he waited until everyone had finally fallen asleep as he slipped quietly, peacefully and painlessly away from us..

It's been almost 3 moths since I've seen my dad, 11 weeks since I've heard his voice. I miss so many things about him.. most of all his smile. Dad smiled with his eyes. Kind brown eyes and full of love whenever he looked at us......

مكانك خالي يا يبه

"الله يرحمك ويغفرلك ويثبتك عند السؤال ويرزقك الجنة انشالله"