!إلا إذا خفق قلبك بحبها أولاً

دائما ما أسرتها الخطوط البسيطة .. و التي على بساطتها .. كانت تشي بجبروت كل ما اختصر حجمه… وعظم شأنه!

لكل قطعة أحبت إقتناءها حكايتها الخاصة بها، حتى (فاضت) خزانتها بضروب الحكايا.. فأصبحت كشهرزاد, لا تكف عن الكلام المباح..

لا يلامس جسدها ثوباً أو حلية إلا إذا خفق قلبها بحبها أولاً..  بالبنسبة لها,  الحب هو الأصل في ايجاد الأشياء..

قد تحكي لك قصة ثوبٍ أهداها اياه في عيد حبهما الأول .. كان على رقة خطوطه الأساسية يحفل بنقوش مزجت ملامحها و ألوانها بحكمة كاهن هندي لتضفي بتلك الأصالة مزيدا من الغموض على طابعها.. السهل الممتنع.. و كأنه يبعث لها برسالة “شفتك فيه .. شبهك الفستان ده أصل أنا عارفك أكتر من نفسك”

توج بُنصرها الأيمن طوق ماسي لا تراه إلا عين قلبها ليعيدها دائما لذكرى عقد قرانهما الأولى ..ولأنه في حجم اصبع طفل صغير .. حرص علي أن يصمم لها واحدا يناسبها هي فحسب..كحذاء سيندريلا .. و لهذا لم يكن مجرد خاتم ذاك اللذي ترتديه بل شاهدا على روعة العطاء في الحب..

لف معصمها الأيمن.. ساعة ذات لون فضي بَطّن حجر اللؤلؤ جوفها .. أهداها اياها أبويها في عيدها العشرين .. عشر سنوات قد مضت منذ ذلك اليوم و لم ينازع تلك الآلة السرمدية أخرى في حبها .. عقد ذهبي تنتهي عند منتصفه حجرة شبه ماسية لتصرح بتلك البساطة عن إمرأة تعتقد في أن قطعة واحدة تكفي!

الإقتناء بالنسبة لها فن .. تعرف أصوله .. هي ببساطة تجيده! ولهذا لن تعجب أبداً لرؤيتها مرتدية خاتم زواج صنع من الفضة!!فهي تنظم ممتلكاتها فقط بحسب ضربات قلبها..

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صباح’عيد..

ابت فرحة العيد الا ان يتخلل نسيمها لقلوب اثقلتها هموم دنياها..فصوت “الله اكبر” تحفل به ماذن بلاد المسلمين ليذكرهم برب كريم هو اكبر من غفير مصائبهم وان ثقلت..

رائحة العود تملا جدران المكان لتجمعنا برباط الذكريات مع من احببنا

ثوب وحذاء ابيضين لرجل قلبه ابيض هو ابي مشهد ينير دربي بنورانية “اللهم نقني من خطاياي كما ينقى الثوب الابيض من الدنس”

ينبعث الامل مع نور الصباح..صباح يوم عيد و عيد في جمعة “فاللهم صلي و سلم على محمد وعلى اله و صحبه و سلم و اجمعنا به في الاخرين”

انتظر امي لاقبل جبينها و اشتم رائحتها فيزداد العيد عيدا و اعلم اني مازلت احيا في رغد العيش تحت ظلها “فاللهم اسعد قلبها”

و تتسلل فرحة العيد بقدرة خالقها تنير قلوب خلق في حب لبارءها “فالله اكبر الله اكبر ولله الحمد” -عيدكم مبارك

The Hidden Dancing Fountain

Have you ever thought of the dancing fountain? How it brings in happiness to our essences!? The way it undulates, sways, struts in front of us…  Its unified boogie stepping drops that goes up then flows down in a planned smooth steadiness, its musical ears that makes it do it perfectly… it surprises us! Keeps us wondering of the HOWs … That’s why!!

 

 ” And yet it is the unknown with all its disappointments and surprises that is the most enriching”

 

 

1st # Fountain: She was just a girl drowned in her massive self thoughts when she received five wholeheartedly words saying “I Owe you a lot…” that when she realized how karmatic things could turn.. weighing those small little actions are not labeled for “nice people” anymore, they are life savers! This is when she turned to be a girl with pride, honor & a life mission to devote…

 

 

2nd # Fountain: she got in to the first vacant cap she found, this time forgetting about all her usual “Cap-constraints”, in hurry driving her way to bring out all those crowded devilish thoughts out of her being… that’s how she always beard the lousiness and chaos in her whole living… thinking of those little salty drops coming out of her; taking all those messy moments away… she now heard him talking to her in a dignified/venerable voice expressing his life thoughts about timeless dogmas! Yes, it’s not the time or place but the box is always filled with sweeties! Very well she listened but not denying stealing a whimsical second in analogy, drawing for him a real picture! He wasn’t really a cap driver as much as a real human being! A life-coach who spoke out accountable words of judiciousness, his authenticity was all about him being very rare-alike human! his job perfectly symbolized more of what he is all about as a man, a citizen & a father who in fact “drove” with his by heart- held principles a life of others to an atmospheric spatial residence… she smiled to the day that gave her a story to tell.. gave her an enriching surprise!

 

 

3rd # Fountain: in herself she was fading back… she killed those little red strings built inside her,  working them all in and out restless… stubborn in a subtle way at this moment she was… in fact she always was!… for a girl like her giving up her most aspired dreams was not an option to think of but a deed to kill herself to accomplish conversely!…. her little structure was too small to bear the roughness she treated her soul with… there, she broke into a quick scream of a soundly pain…her little body disobeyed but to surrender… here she laid back.. Crying her heart out in peace not because it hurt but because it was stronger than she did!! Stubborn in subtleness I said! In her ethereal aura his sanguine cheerleader heart beat “I ache what puts me in achiness” she locked his words into her memory digesting the always dedication, determination, heartiness and enthusiasm his words carry and his actions confirmed!… he gave her a new self to love and a new shooting star to follow

 

for all the dancing-fountains moments in my life .. I owe you my wisdom 

The Feathery pole & I ..

It was already eight past forty post meridiem, when she realized that she was too late for her forever dream! There; she ran in a hurry, started her daily routine of getting well prepared to meet what she aspired the most in life but did the least for …

 

In front of the rectangular classical shaped mirror located just in front of her apartment’s door… she started grooming her eyebrows close enough to the reality reflective orthodoxical piece of furniture …  beautifying those little unplanned deformations… holding a feathery black wooden pole with her right hand, adding more defining lines to her look.. To her aspired real character.. So she would look a perfect lady for the perfect dream

 

When in a second that is little as much as an eye glimpse, she pulled back looking to those smooth lines she drew, finding them perfectly drawn  realizing … “for us to define the right path we need not sticking close… rather; stand in farsightedness!” she said, speaking to herself..

 

فسحة المكان وان كانت ضيقة في اعيننا فهي لأرواحنا نافذة لتطل بعين الحكمة المستبصرة على آمال قد لا نراها و نحن بذاك القرب من أمورنا..فقد يصنع البعد المادي قربا نفسيا ثاقب البصيرة لا ندركه الا عندما نرى كيف استطعنا تدبر الأمر و نحن على تلك المسافة المكانيه

 

The Deformed wall of soul

Starring straight ahead to her wise- gray, debilitated flabby eyes

 

Grainy, bumpy & jagged as a tired aged tree bole she was

 

Never looked the way she used to be!

 

That was the first time in five years to see her that mangled, distorted, stigmatic & deformed

“How does it happen to me not to see all of this defacement one day? Though I lived with her a kid life time, Day to day; I moved things around, redesign & sing all the empty spaces through, trying to load the white interspaces in her scene & my sight with colorful madness?!!”

 

Sensibly, judiciously & with highness she replied in shrewd silence “we look up to things the way we are & saddle them what’s inside us”

 

نحن نمضي بجانب الأشياء .. كل الأشياء و الأشلاء, و لاكننا لا نرى الا في صباحات أنفسنا .. صباحات مظلمة.. ولاكنها توهج بظلمتها و ببريق كبرق السماء أمورا تجاهلتها أنفسنا فجهلناها .. ولاكن عندما آن أوانها علمناها فأضاءت بضآلة حجمها شمسا كانت تسكن أرواحنا ولاكننا كنا قد خبئناها …

 

Untitled by ME..

Guided by morning light, the voice of unconsummated thoughts enraged as a hungry lion in a wild forest dreaming of his prey, ran as fast as an eyeblink facing the addled shining sun light flipping, flicking the voice of the unconscious woke up consciously with no going back a bottle of inertiafuelling infuriated thoughts to speed up fast as the lightning creature, aspiring to settle on the crest long green savanna trees willfully living in a hand crafted heaven of truth, honesty, dignity, clarity & love

& what’s more for the soul to look for?

Me, Myself & I …

Am not the shapeless creature anymore ..

Am not the sound of everyone but me.. Am not them anymore ..

Am not the captivated inside herself ill-defined little maggot ..

I am out of the cocoon I always suppressed my wings within..

I used to gravel life .. now I am flying..

I used to be the talking dumb .. now I am recording my history

I felt chaotic .. but now I am smooth like Nutella on the morning spoon ..

I sounded like a disharmonizing violin in life’s orchestra .. now I am becoming the roaring water

..it runs hard and soft .. it pushes forward to pull back to the surface all of the river’s  hidden

diamonds ..

I am becoming a spectacular flying butterfly ..

I am here to disperse happiness .. coloring reality in rainbows .. creating smiley faces on life’s

madness..

what am I becoming? I am becoming… more of me .. the real me

I am becoming the dancing

monstrous butterfly ..