<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429</id><updated>2012-01-31T07:14:06.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pencils</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-3646516008232191578</id><published>2008-09-05T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:15:58.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>اللهم صلي وسلم على سيدنا محمد</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alfrasha.maktoob.com/ups/u/3764/4016/40396.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://alfrasha.maktoob.com/ups/u/3764/4016/40396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alfrasha.maktoob.com/ups/u/3764/4016/40396.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;بينما النبي صلى الله عليه واله وسلم في الطواف إذا سمع اعرابياً يقول : يا كريم&lt;br /&gt;فقال النبي خلفه : يا كريم&lt;br /&gt;فمضى الاعرابي الى جهة الميزاب وقال : يا كريم&lt;br /&gt;فقال النبي خلفه : يا كريم&lt;br /&gt;فالتفت الاعرابي الى النبي وقال : ياصبيح الوجه يا رشيق القد ,اتهزأبي لكوني اعرابياً؟‎&lt;br /&gt;والله لولا صباحة وجهك ورشاقة قدك لشكوتك الى حبيبي محمد صلى الله عليه واله وسلم&lt;br /&gt;فتبسم النبي وقال : اما تعرف نبيك يا اخا العرب؟&lt;br /&gt;قال الاعرابي : لا&lt;br /&gt;قال النبي : فما ايمانك به؟&lt;br /&gt;قال : اّمنت بنبوته ولم اره وصدقت برسالته ولم القه&lt;br /&gt;قال النبي : يا أعرابي , اعلم أني نبيك في الدنيا وشفيعك في الاخرة&lt;br /&gt;فأقبل الاعرابي يقبل يد النبي صلى الله عليه واله وسلم&lt;br /&gt;فقال النبي&lt;br /&gt;مه يا اخا العرب&lt;br /&gt;لا تفعل بي كما تفعل الاعاجم بملوكها, فإن الله سبحانه وتعالى بعثني لا متكبراً ولا متجبراً, بل بعثني بالحق بشيراً ونذيراً&lt;br /&gt;فهبط جبريل على النبي وقال له : يا محمد. السلام يقرئك السلام ويخصك بالتحية والاكرام, ويقول لك : قل للاعرابي&lt;br /&gt;لا يغرنه حلمنا ولا كرمنا ,فغداً نحاسبه على القليل والكثير,والفتيلوالقطميرف&lt;br /&gt;فقال الاعرابي: او يحاسبني ربي يا رسول الله؟&lt;br /&gt;قال : نعم يحاسبك إن شاء&lt;br /&gt;فقال الاعرابي: وعزته وجلاله , إن حاسبني لأحاسبنه&lt;br /&gt;فقال النبي صلى الله عليه واله وسلم : وعلى ماذا تحاسب ربك يا اخاالعرب؟&lt;br /&gt;قال الاعرابي : إن حاسبني ربي على ذنبي حاسبته على مغفرته&lt;br /&gt;وإنحاسبني على معصيتي حاسبته على عفوه,&lt;br /&gt;وإن حاسبني على بخلي حاسبته على كرمه&lt;br /&gt;فبكى النبي حتى إبتلت لحيته&lt;br /&gt;فهبط جبريل على النبي&lt;br /&gt;وقال : يا محمد, السلام يقرئك السلام , ويقول لك&lt;br /&gt;يا محمد قلل من بكائك فقد الهيت حملة العرش عن تسبيحهم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;وقل لأخيك الاعرابي لا يحاسبنا ولا نحاسبه فإنه رفيقك في الجنة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;الهم نسألك الجنه وما قرب اليها من قولا وعمل&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-3646516008232191578?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/3646516008232191578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=3646516008232191578&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/3646516008232191578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/3646516008232191578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='اللهم صلي وسلم على سيدنا محمد'/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-2467710423675694441</id><published>2008-02-27T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:46:59.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP BUYING DANISH PRODUCTS !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/R8YSS9foWeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MIWnXEpG5KY/s1600-h/Stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171841339035769314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/R8YSS9foWeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MIWnXEpG5KY/s400/Stop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/R8YSTNfoWfI/AAAAAAAAADA/PGouocBEgWk/s1600-h/antide.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171841343330736626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/R8YSTNfoWfI/AAAAAAAAADA/PGouocBEgWk/s400/antide.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/R8YSTdfoWgI/AAAAAAAAADI/hg2PGPiMQoM/s1600-h/339_p42453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171841347625703938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/R8YSTdfoWgI/AAAAAAAAADI/hg2PGPiMQoM/s400/339_p42453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/R8YSTtfoWhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-6aTK7cgEiU/s1600-h/suntopnew_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171841351920671250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/R8YSTtfoWhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-6aTK7cgEiU/s400/suntopnew_pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/R8YST9foWiI/AAAAAAAAADY/WCvIL9Jp724/s1600-h/t3jaz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171841356215638562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/R8YST9foWiI/AAAAAAAAADY/WCvIL9Jp724/s400/t3jaz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-2467710423675694441?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/2467710423675694441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=2467710423675694441&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/2467710423675694441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/2467710423675694441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2008/02/stop-buying-danish-products.html' title='STOP BUYING DANISH PRODUCTS !!!'/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/R8YSS9foWeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MIWnXEpG5KY/s72-c/Stop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-8116160531803064793</id><published>2008-01-30T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T10:53:01.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abotrika warned Gaza Protest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/R6DHLQxiEfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GKFowVWqehw/s1600-h/1_238965_1_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161344169261797874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="226" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/R6DHLQxiEfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GKFowVWqehw/s400/1_238965_1_9.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Egypt midfielder Mohamed Aboutrika has been warned for making a political statement during his team's Africa Cup of Nations match on Saturday. Aboutrika lifted his Egypt shirt after scoring against Sudan to reveal a T-shirt bearing the message "Sympathy with Gaza"&lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; the same thing was not mentioned when ghana player raised the israeli flag that he was hiding in his socks after he scored a goal in the world cup? &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; didn't he receive a yellow card? and no body mentioned that he is mixing politics with sports ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-8116160531803064793?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/8116160531803064793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=8116160531803064793&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/8116160531803064793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/8116160531803064793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2008/01/abotrika-warned-gaza-protest.html' title='Abotrika warned Gaza Protest'/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/R6DHLQxiEfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GKFowVWqehw/s72-c/1_238965_1_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-3507361491216572943</id><published>2007-03-16T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T06:49:40.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/RfqfxgkgWSI/AAAAAAAAABs/-6-HJrzY_vc/s1600-h/see++.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042518405700147490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="445" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/RfqfxgkgWSI/AAAAAAAAABs/-6-HJrzY_vc/s400/see++.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ماذا يمكنك ان ترى في هده الصورة ؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you can see in this picture ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-3507361491216572943?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/3507361491216572943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=3507361491216572943&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/3507361491216572943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/3507361491216572943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-do-you-can-see-in-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/RfqfxgkgWSI/AAAAAAAAABs/-6-HJrzY_vc/s72-c/see++.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-2702430029129442042</id><published>2007-03-04T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T15:16:48.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice story, and a good lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;take just 37 seconds to read this and  change your thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/RetSyeYBzOI/AAAAAAAAABk/ASp_AyxMmX0/s1600-h/men.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038211635244813538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/RetSyeYBzOI/AAAAAAAAABk/ASp_AyxMmX0/s400/men.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/RetRuOYBzNI/AAAAAAAAABc/_G5mGPnWuAM/s1600-h/men.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wo men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.&lt;br /&gt;One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.&lt;br /&gt;Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.&lt;br /&gt;Days and weeks passed.&lt;br /&gt;One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.&lt;br /&gt;He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.&lt;br /&gt;It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window&lt;br /&gt;The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue:&lt;br /&gt;There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.&lt;br /&gt;Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.&lt;br /&gt;"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."&lt;br /&gt;The origin of this letter is unknown, but it brings good luck to everyone who passes it on.&lt;br /&gt;Do not keep this letter. Just forward it to your friends to whom you wish blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May GOD give us the wisdom, courage and strength to strive for change in ourselves, to guide us and to guide others through us, and make us realize and fulfill the responsibilities we owe to our spouses, children, families, communities, and the living and future generations .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-2702430029129442042?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/2702430029129442042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=2702430029129442042&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/2702430029129442042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/2702430029129442042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2007/03/nice-story-and-good-lesson.html' title='Nice story, and a good lesson'/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/RetSyeYBzOI/AAAAAAAAABk/ASp_AyxMmX0/s72-c/men.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-3890246787724631464</id><published>2007-02-28T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T05:21:58.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are together for children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/ReWBrduJjMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xzT_7jKoZt8/s1600-h/245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/ReWBrduJjMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xzT_7jKoZt8/s400/245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036574341996317890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;On Sunday and Thursday morning, we&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;met together After talking a lot about Nora&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;we decided to do something to show her that we really appreciate the things that she do So we met at &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;EL FATEH University in 18-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="AR-LY"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-LY"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Loza, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Seraj, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lona, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Youma,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Monder Nedal, and A.adam …..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We talked a lot, and we wondered how we can thank Nora..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everyone gave his idea..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;For you who don’t know who’s Nora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;is a Hungarian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;girl, she has did something to help Libyan children who has (HIV), she participate in a society project to help those children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we are one Libyan group thinking Nora from the bottom of our hearts for standing with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Who ever you are, wherever you are, together we can bring the light to the world and give children hope to live peace. And to all people, if there are some people like Nora who think others, we will live in peace. So thank you Nora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="AR-LY"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* Small flowers take die before they blossom whereas another have a natural life...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* Nora did a great achievement comprise all aspects of splendor...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;PERSSE NORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-3890246787724631464?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/3890246787724631464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=3890246787724631464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/3890246787724631464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/3890246787724631464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-are-together-for-children-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/ReWBrduJjMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xzT_7jKoZt8/s72-c/245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-8584494161796078961</id><published>2007-02-22T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T08:26:42.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ليلة مقتل اللغة العربية</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/Rd3EDizoVRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FEUULOKJh7A/s1600-h/arabic_lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034395523632092434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 443px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="398" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/Rd3EDizoVRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FEUULOKJh7A/s400/arabic_lost.jpg" width="435" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/Rd3CrizoVQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/O1D52UBZGSc/s1600-h/arabic_lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; قال يعنى من كتر ما الانجليزي بيجري فى دمهم مش قدرين يمنعوا المسطلحات الاجنبية ان تلفظ فى وسط الحوار&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-8584494161796078961?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/8584494161796078961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=8584494161796078961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/8584494161796078961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/8584494161796078961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='ليلة مقتل اللغة العربية'/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/Rd3EDizoVRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FEUULOKJh7A/s72-c/arabic_lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-2186319453970656057</id><published>2007-02-20T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T02:04:55.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUT, TELL ME ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/RdrGxizoVPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2pNNkr0KsO0/s1600-h/-+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033554087999198450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/RdrGxizoVPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2pNNkr0KsO0/s320/-+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know how many sweet words I have conjured into your mind, But, tell me, do you remember them all? Relentless of what you do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Do all the words remain intact within your mind? Does it please you when you are unpleased? And does it intrigue you when you are unreleaved? I don't know how many words I have conspired within a given line, But, tell me, have you learned them all? Regardless of what is written, Do all the words rhyme within the given line? Does it inform you when you are uninformed?  I don't know how many words I have said that I can say is mine, But, tell me, have you heard them all?&lt;br /&gt;Needless of all that have been said, Do all the words I bestow upon you signal some sort of sign? Does it merry you when you are sad? And does it lecture you when you are bad? I don't know about others but I think we are just fine, But, tell me, have you told them all? Heedless of what we do, Do you know that I am happy just because you are my Valentine?&lt;br /&gt;Does it delight you that I belong to only you? And does it move you that my love for you is forever true?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Author: Kevin Lam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-2186319453970656057?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/2186319453970656057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=2186319453970656057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/2186319453970656057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/2186319453970656057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2007/02/but-tell-me.html' title='BUT, TELL ME ...'/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkJ6DGTslGA/RdrGxizoVPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2pNNkr0KsO0/s72-c/-+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-116550826329231877</id><published>2006-12-07T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T08:17:43.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes                        THIS WEEK</title><content type='html'>"The secret of success is constancy to purpose"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Benjamin disreali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-116550826329231877?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/116550826329231877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=116550826329231877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116550826329231877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116550826329231877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2006/12/quotes-this-week.html' title='Quotes                        THIS WEEK'/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-116550788325507130</id><published>2006-12-07T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T08:11:23.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ستغادر</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/997/3586/1600/144957/whyalone072819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/997/3586/400/632424/whyalone072819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ستغادر بعيداً عنى ... وكم اكره الفراق&lt;br /&gt;الويل لي .يا حسرتي ... من قبل ما ترحل لرجعتها تواق&lt;br /&gt;من يوم سماعي برحيلها ... لم اسمع يوماً مسره&lt;br /&gt;حزنً . المًً غيابها ... و كأنه كأس من سم ومره&lt;br /&gt;كلامها كانغام موسيقى ... ورقصاً قلبي لها ينبضٌ&lt;br /&gt;احب إبتسامتها الرقيقة ...  كأنه شعراً يكتبٌ&lt;br /&gt;ياروعة خديها ... حين تتحمران خجلاً&lt;br /&gt;و سواد عينيها ...  حين تتبسم ضاحكتاً&lt;br /&gt;سبحان الذى خلقها كاملة... أعجبني جمالها&lt;br /&gt;جميلة و بذكائها ساحرة ... اذهلني ذكائها&lt;br /&gt;اتمنى لو اني  شاعراً ...  لكتبت فيها أحلى قصيدة&lt;br /&gt;او كنت رساماً ... لرسمة عيناها الجميلة&lt;br /&gt;أسألك قلبي رجاءً ... كف عن حبها&lt;br /&gt;فهل سمعة يوماً... بأميرة احبت عبدها ..ً&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;author : Munther . H .H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-116550788325507130?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/116550788325507130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=116550788325507130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116550788325507130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116550788325507130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='ستغادر'/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-116489074202027631</id><published>2006-11-30T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T04:46:42.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/997/3586/1600/19607/wt26021.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/997/3586/320/782384/wt26021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell...anything for the money that we needed, she was such an embarrassment.There was this one day during elementary school. I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school..."Your mom only has one eye?!" and they taunted me. I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world, so I said to my mom, "Mom, why don't you have the other eye?! You're only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don't you just die?" My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I'd wanted to say all this time. Maybe it was because my mom hadn't punished me, but I didn't think that I had hurt her feelings very badly. That night...I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away.Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty. Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I'm living happily as a successful man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/997/3586/1600/511668/odjig-mother-children.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/997/3586/320/263228/odjig-mother-children.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like it here because it's a place that doesn't remind me of my mom. This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me "What?! Who's this?!" ...It was my mother...Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye. And I asked her, "Who are you? I don't know you!!!" as if he trying to make that real. I screamed at her "How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!" And to this, my mother quietly answered, "oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared. Thank good ness... she doesn't recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn't going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life. Then a wave of relief came upon me...one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house...just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me. She wrote: My son... I think my life has been long enough now. And... I won't visit Seoulanymore... but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visitme once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heardyou were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to theschool.... For you... I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was anembarrassment for you. You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watchingyou having to grow up with only one eye... so I gave you mine...I wasso proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in myplace, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. Thecouple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, 'it'sbecause he loves me.' I miss the times when you were still young aroundme. I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My world shattered!!! Then I cried for the person who lived for me... My MOTHER A WONDERFUL MOTHER.GOD made a wonderful mother,A mother who never grows old;He made her smile of the sunshine,And He molded her heart of pure gold;In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,In her cheeks, fair roses you see;God made a wonderful mother,And He gave that dear mother to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-116489074202027631?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/116489074202027631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=116489074202027631&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116489074202027631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116489074202027631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2006/11/wonderful-mother.html' title='Wonderful Mother'/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-116429707363176269</id><published>2006-11-23T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T07:51:13.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>زيــــنة القلــــوب</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/997/3586/1600/408199/poets_dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/997/3586/400/585514/poets_dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;رأيت الأخلاق تاجا يزين القلوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; و رأيتها اليوم تنعى حقها المسلوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;فلم يعد يهم الناس الا ما في الجيوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; و الملحة و النجاح و الرسوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;فليس هناك من يطمئن القلب المكروب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; و لا من يفرج كرب المكروب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;إلا الله غافر الاثام و الذنوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; مفرج الاحزان و الكروب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;قد غلب على الوجوه لون الشحوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; من أثر المشاكل و الحروب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;لم يعد في الدنيا صديق و لا محبوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; و لا حتى للحديث اسلوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أهذا قدر على الجبين مكتوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; أم هي عادة الانسان الكذوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;كلهم للهجوم على الاخر اهوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; و العلاقات مهترئة تملؤها الثقوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ---- ---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أأكذب أأخون أأملأ نفسي عيوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; و أخدعها بالمظهر المجلوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;مع ما ياتي من ميناء الشمس ناحية الغروب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; و بين يدى المذهب الذي اتبعه علي وجوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;من حلم و شجاعة و صدق مطلوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; و كرم و طيبة و صبر ايوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;سافرت في الارض أجوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; لم أترك شمالا و لا جنوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;كرست جهدي للعمل الدؤوب &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أسأل كل الاقوام و الشعوب &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;عن أسطورة الاخلاق لعلي أتوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;فكل يوم يمر علي محسوب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; و قد ألقى في أي لحظة الموت المرقوب&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;author : احلى الاسامي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-116429707363176269?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/116429707363176269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=116429707363176269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116429707363176269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116429707363176269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_116429707363176269.html' title='زيــــنة القلــــوب'/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-116429610854763790</id><published>2006-11-23T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T07:35:08.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>منطق الحب</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/997/3586/1600/732828/brokean%20heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/997/3586/400/241726/brokean%20heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;لم اسمع يوما ان الحب مهانة او ان المحب مذلول&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;او ان للمحب عقلا يحسب المنطق و الصحيح و المعقول&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;اعلم ان قلب المحب زنزانة عقله فهو ذو فكر مشلول&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; : ولكني لا ارضى ان يظلم الحب فاسمع ما سوف اقول&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الحب فرس جامح فك لجامه ليركض في الغابات و الحقول&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;لا تنتظر منه ان يطرق باب قلبك طالبا الاذن للدخول&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;بل انه يجتاح قلبك بوداعة الحمل و شراسة الغول&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ستحب ذات يوم و لن تستطيع دون ذلك حيول&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;فاياك ان تدير له ظهرك فستكون كمن يديرها لسيف مسلول&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;فلا تحسبن حينها ان قسوة القلب ستكون اجدى الحلول&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;author : احلى الاسامي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-116429610854763790?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/116429610854763790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=116429610854763790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116429610854763790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116429610854763790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_23.html' title='منطق الحب'/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-116416858270620918</id><published>2006-11-21T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:09:42.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes                        THIS WEEK</title><content type='html'>When one door of happiness closes another opens ;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          but often we look so long at the closed door&lt;br /&gt;                             that we do not see the one which has been opened for us&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                              -helen keller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-116416858270620918?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/116416858270620918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=116416858270620918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116416858270620918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116416858270620918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2006/11/quotes-this-week.html' title='Quotes                        THIS WEEK'/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-116416581541455325</id><published>2006-11-21T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T19:23:35.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/997/3586/1600/2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/997/3586/400/2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are u Playing games&lt;br /&gt;just to prove I care?&lt;br /&gt;just look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and you'll see The love that I share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think i'll ever betray you!&lt;br /&gt;Or will the love just suddenly stop?&lt;br /&gt;you are my dream that came true&lt;br /&gt;and to be mine thats what I hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may wish me to die&lt;br /&gt;and this relationship end&lt;br /&gt;you want to see me cry&lt;br /&gt;and win your bet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let go, I'm here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Hope that U feel the same way to&lt;br /&gt;I have no desire to venture away&lt;br /&gt;And loving U is all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Author : Munther . H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-116416581541455325?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/116416581541455325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=116416581541455325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116416581541455325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116416581541455325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2006/11/are-u-playing-games-just-to-prove-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-116416540514972000</id><published>2006-11-21T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T19:16:45.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/997/3586/1600/1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/997/3586/400/1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e're growing apart cant you see ??&lt;br /&gt;we're losing each other for eternity&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing your love inside of me&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling apart that i cant even sleep&lt;br /&gt;why did you changeand where did you go&lt;br /&gt;why did you leave me all on my own&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to cry&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to lie i already know&lt;br /&gt;your heart changed i know it did&lt;br /&gt;there's someone else inside of it&lt;br /&gt;i never thought it could  ever happen&lt;br /&gt;i never knew that it was true&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was the only one for you&lt;br /&gt;and now i know that i'm such a fool&lt;br /&gt;coz i'll always keep on loving you&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bad i feel so sad&lt;br /&gt;i feel so hurt i'm gonna get mad&lt;br /&gt;you said that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;and i belived that you did&lt;br /&gt;i never thought you would hurt me&lt;br /&gt;but i know now that you did&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is just cry in my bed&lt;br /&gt;you've broken my heart and you've messed up my head&lt;br /&gt;but you taught me a lessonand i know it now well&lt;br /&gt;you've taught to not trust love ever again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Author : S . frea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-116416540514972000?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/116416540514972000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=116416540514972000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116416540514972000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116416540514972000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2006/11/were-growing-apart-cant-you-see-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524429.post-116413885490519933</id><published>2006-11-21T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T12:56:29.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I loved you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/997/3586/1600/760888/m3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/997/3586/400/946956/m3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/997/3586/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; Once loved you so much And for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why did you leave When I did nothing wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your smile was once the sun On a dark, rainy day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would clear up the sky And keep it from being gray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your eyes were once the shine Of the world's glowing light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or were they the twinkling stars That once filled the night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your hands once had power To give me the softest touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They'd always give me a slight tingle, Which is why I loved them so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your hugs were once the medicine That'd change a frown to cheer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A shiver would run through my body Every time I feel your love near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were gentle, so gentle, It's something no one will replace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, now you like someone else, And it's driving me insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although it's over for us, The love we had still remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so I tell myself... Never again will I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were once everything to me, That I can't deny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I couldn't keep my promise And broke out in tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hours I've cried feel like days, The days feel like years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I bury my face in the pillow, And cry my heart out and grieve, I've learned to never give &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;away love If love I don't receive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author : ... ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524429-116413885490519933?l=penciltime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/feeds/116413885490519933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524429&amp;postID=116413885490519933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116413885490519933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524429/posts/default/116413885490519933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penciltime.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-loved-you.html' title='I loved you'/><author><name>Nedal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072389095679523830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b120/h8ligan/monder-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
