Friday, September 05, 2008

اللهم صلي وسلم على سيدنا محمد





بينما النبي صلى الله عليه واله وسلم في الطواف إذا سمع اعرابياً يقول : يا كريم
فقال النبي خلفه : يا كريم
فمضى الاعرابي الى جهة الميزاب وقال : يا كريم
فقال النبي خلفه : يا كريم
فالتفت الاعرابي الى النبي وقال : ياصبيح الوجه يا رشيق القد ,اتهزأبي لكوني اعرابياً؟‎
والله لولا صباحة وجهك ورشاقة قدك لشكوتك الى حبيبي محمد صلى الله عليه واله وسلم
فتبسم النبي وقال : اما تعرف نبيك يا اخا العرب؟
قال الاعرابي : لا
قال النبي : فما ايمانك به؟
قال : اّمنت بنبوته ولم اره وصدقت برسالته ولم القه
قال النبي : يا أعرابي , اعلم أني نبيك في الدنيا وشفيعك في الاخرة
فأقبل الاعرابي يقبل يد النبي صلى الله عليه واله وسلم
فقال النبي
مه يا اخا العرب
لا تفعل بي كما تفعل الاعاجم بملوكها, فإن الله سبحانه وتعالى بعثني لا متكبراً ولا متجبراً, بل بعثني بالحق بشيراً ونذيراً
فهبط جبريل على النبي وقال له : يا محمد. السلام يقرئك السلام ويخصك بالتحية والاكرام, ويقول لك : قل للاعرابي
لا يغرنه حلمنا ولا كرمنا ,فغداً نحاسبه على القليل والكثير,والفتيلوالقطميرف
فقال الاعرابي: او يحاسبني ربي يا رسول الله؟
قال : نعم يحاسبك إن شاء
فقال الاعرابي: وعزته وجلاله , إن حاسبني لأحاسبنه
فقال النبي صلى الله عليه واله وسلم : وعلى ماذا تحاسب ربك يا اخاالعرب؟
قال الاعرابي : إن حاسبني ربي على ذنبي حاسبته على مغفرته
وإنحاسبني على معصيتي حاسبته على عفوه,
وإن حاسبني على بخلي حاسبته على كرمه
فبكى النبي حتى إبتلت لحيته
فهبط جبريل على النبي
وقال : يا محمد, السلام يقرئك السلام , ويقول لك
يا محمد قلل من بكائك فقد الهيت حملة العرش عن تسبيحهم



وقل لأخيك الاعرابي لا يحاسبنا ولا نحاسبه فإنه رفيقك في الجنة
الهم نسألك الجنه وما قرب اليها من قولا وعمل


Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Abotrika warned Gaza Protest


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"why 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? why didn't he receive a yellow card? and no body mentioned that he is mixing politics with sports ?

Friday, March 16, 2007


ماذا يمكنك ان ترى في هده الصورة ؟
What do you can see in this picture ?

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Nice story, and a good lesson

take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking...





Two 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
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.
Days and weeks passed.
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.
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.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
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
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
The origin of this letter is unknown, but it brings good luck to everyone who passes it on.
Do not keep this letter. Just forward it to your friends to whom you wish blessings.

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 .

Wednesday, February 28, 2007


We are together for children



On Sunday and Thursday morning, we met together After talking a lot about Nora we decided to do something to show her that we really appreciate the things that she do So we met at EL FATEH University in 18-22 Feb

Loza, Seraj, Lona, Youma, Linda, Monder Nedal, and A.adam …..

We talked a lot, and we wondered how we can thank Nora..!

Everyone gave his idea..!

For you who don’t know who’s Nora!

Nora is a Hungarian girl, she has did something to help Libyan children who has (HIV), she participate in a society project to help those children,

we are one Libyan group thinking Nora from the bottom of our hearts for standing with us.

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

* Small flowers take die before they blossom whereas another have a natural life...*

* Nora did a great achievement comprise all aspects of splendor...*

PERSSE NORA

Thursday, February 22, 2007

ليلة مقتل اللغة العربية


قال يعنى من كتر ما الانجليزي بيجري فى دمهم مش قدرين يمنعوا المسطلحات الاجنبية ان تلفظ فى وسط الحوار

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

BUT, TELL ME ...


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.
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?
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?
Does it delight you that I belong to only you? And does it move you that my love for you is forever true?
Author: Kevin Lam

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Quotes THIS WEEK

"The secret of success is constancy to purpose"

Benjamin disreali

ستغادر


ستغادر بعيداً عنى ... وكم اكره الفراق
الويل لي .يا حسرتي ... من قبل ما ترحل لرجعتها تواق
من يوم سماعي برحيلها ... لم اسمع يوماً مسره
حزنً . المًً غيابها ... و كأنه كأس من سم ومره
كلامها كانغام موسيقى ... ورقصاً قلبي لها ينبضٌ
احب إبتسامتها الرقيقة ... كأنه شعراً يكتبٌ
ياروعة خديها ... حين تتحمران خجلاً
و سواد عينيها ... حين تتبسم ضاحكتاً
سبحان الذى خلقها كاملة... أعجبني جمالها
جميلة و بذكائها ساحرة ... اذهلني ذكائها
اتمنى لو اني شاعراً ... لكتبت فيها أحلى قصيدة
او كنت رساماً ... لرسمة عيناها الجميلة
أسألك قلبي رجاءً ... كف عن حبها
فهل سمعة يوماً... بأميرة احبت عبدها ..ً
author : Munther . H .H

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Wonderful Mother


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.
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
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

Thursday, November 23, 2006

زيــــنة القلــــوب


رأيت الأخلاق تاجا يزين القلوب
و رأيتها اليوم تنعى حقها المسلوب
فلم يعد يهم الناس الا ما في الجيوب
و الملحة و النجاح و الرسوب
فليس هناك من يطمئن القلب المكروب
و لا من يفرج كرب المكروب
إلا الله غافر الاثام و الذنوب
مفرج الاحزان و الكروب
قد غلب على الوجوه لون الشحوب
من أثر المشاكل و الحروب
لم يعد في الدنيا صديق و لا محبوب
و لا حتى للحديث اسلوب
أهذا قدر على الجبين مكتوب
أم هي عادة الانسان الكذوب
كلهم للهجوم على الاخر اهوب
و العلاقات مهترئة تملؤها الثقوب
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أأكذب أأخون أأملأ نفسي عيوب
و أخدعها بالمظهر المجلوب
مع ما ياتي من ميناء الشمس ناحية الغروب
و بين يدى المذهب الذي اتبعه علي وجوب
من حلم و شجاعة و صدق مطلوب
و كرم و طيبة و صبر ايوب
سافرت في الارض أجوب
لم أترك شمالا و لا جنوب
كرست جهدي للعمل الدؤوب
أسأل كل الاقوام و الشعوب
عن أسطورة الاخلاق لعلي أتوب
فكل يوم يمر علي محسوب
و قد ألقى في أي لحظة الموت المرقوب

author : احلى الاسامي

منطق الحب


لم اسمع يوما ان الحب مهانة او ان المحب مذلول
او ان للمحب عقلا يحسب المنطق و الصحيح و المعقول
اعلم ان قلب المحب زنزانة عقله فهو ذو فكر مشلول
: ولكني لا ارضى ان يظلم الحب فاسمع ما سوف اقول
الحب فرس جامح فك لجامه ليركض في الغابات و الحقول
لا تنتظر منه ان يطرق باب قلبك طالبا الاذن للدخول
بل انه يجتاح قلبك بوداعة الحمل و شراسة الغول
ستحب ذات يوم و لن تستطيع دون ذلك حيول
فاياك ان تدير له ظهرك فستكون كمن يديرها لسيف مسلول
فلا تحسبن حينها ان قسوة القلب ستكون اجدى الحلول


author : احلى الاسامي

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Quotes THIS WEEK

When one door of happiness closes another opens ;
but often we look so long at the closed door
that we do not see the one which has been opened for us
-helen keller
Are u Playing games
just to prove I care?
just look into my eyes
and you'll see The love that I share

you think i'll ever betray you!
Or will the love just suddenly stop?
you are my dream that came true
and to be mine thats what I hope

you may wish me to die
and this relationship end
you want to see me cry
and win your bet

I'll never let go, I'm here to stay
Hope that U feel the same way to
I have no desire to venture away
And loving U is all I want to do

Author : Munther . H