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كالعادة.. برضه هبتدي بكلام علمي...

تعريف الفرح حسب موسوعة “بسموبيديا":  موسم يتزاوج فيه شخصين من فصيلة الإنسان وتتجمهر فيه جموع أخري من نفس الفصيلة غالبا. ومن الملاحظ في مثل تلك المواسم حدوث بعد التصرفات الغريبة التي لم يستطيع العلماء معرفة أسبابها حتى الأن!

المكونات الرئيسية لأي فرح:
عريس وعروسة .. بديهي يعني
معازيم.. شر لابد منه
على الأقل 2 أو 3 "طنط حشرية" أو "أونكل حشري"
عيال صغيرة رخمة بيلزقو في العريس والعروسة وينطو في كل الصور
حد يقعد يبحلقلك طول الفرح

طنط حشرية

خلينا نبتدي بكلام علمي الأول.

تعريف "طنط حشرية" أو "أونكل حشري" حسب موسوعة “بسموبيديا" : كائنات تظهر في أماكن متعددة على مدار فصول السنة .. تتغذي على أخبار الناس والنميمة.

الناس دي بتسأل عن كل حاجة ومش عاجبهم حاجة وبيتحشرو في كل حاجة !

ولد أو بنت .. محدش بيفلت منهم !!

فيه مليون موضوع يتكلمو فيه عنك .. وطبعا مش عاجبهم حالك اللي يصعب على الكافر يا ولداه!

أنا مش هقعد أحكي نظري كتير ….. ماتيجوا نشوف …

ابحرت بعيدا

ابحرت بعيدا

وفي كلامي سكوت

وفي سكوتي نداء

ذهبت في سفينة من أحلام

ضاع نصفها هباء

البتوع

لو بكرة وللا النهاردة ... مش هو ده الموضوع

موضوعنا كان ياما كان ... القلب كان موجوع

والجسم كان نيمان ... والعقل كان مخدوع

والمصري يجري ويجري ... في سباق فيه جهل وجوع

يكسب – ولكن يا حسرة ... الجايزة خد بالكوع

فزهق وبطّل سباق ... ماهي هي هي : وقوع

I Wonder If I Fell

His eyes are soft and tender,

But they hit me like thunder.

Oh, Heavens!  Oh!  I wonder

Why so fast I surrender?!

My virgin heart can't tell

If ‘tis Heaven or Hell.

إزاي بيقولو عليكي قمر؟!

إزاي بيقولو عليكي قمر؟!
طب دانتي فيكي كل العبر
نايمين في مر
قايمين في مر
دا الأكل بدلناه بصبر!

الأصداء

أحس بشيء ما يطاردني
يمشي ورائي في الأرجاء
شيئا غريبا في قلب أحاسيسي
وخيالات الفضاء
شيئا منك ... وليس أنت

"Like"

Don't you just wish everything in life came with a "Like" button?

On Facebook, "Like" makes you feel like you're part of something; that you're not alone.

Imagine how it would be in real life!

In the mall: oh look at this dress! "Like"

Shush!

The stagnant silence hushed

The voices that came, rushed!

And sweet love words were crushed

‘Cause love is sleeping. Shush!

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~ Basma Addeq

كلمات في صفحة ما

كم كان حبا رائعا
كم كان جميلا
كم كان
كم كنت
كم كنا
وكم كانت الأيام
كانت ولم تعد
فقد ملّت الكلام

The Gift

Love is the gift of a lover

Who falls, wants not recover.

Lost and be found wants never.

His heart, he gave forever.

Dead heart, if not a giver.

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~ Basma Addeq

One

One person ...
Three people ...
Fifteen people ...
Seventy people ...
You turn your TV on and you hear "three people" died in a car accident. You log online and read "15 people" died in the recent riots.

You hear "one person died" and you go like ... "emmm"
"5 people were rushed to the hospital" ... emmmm
"10 people were killed" ... ohhh!

"Emmm" and "ohhh!" .. that's it?!
Wow!

Wings

Someday we will have wings,

And someday we will fly.

Earth would look so small to us

When looking from the sky.

Spreading my wings and flying

Why people say I'm dying?!

Stupid Heart

O, stupid heart, what did you do?

What did you lose her for?

You’ll never see, you’ve never seen

A heart like hers before!

The Far Is Near

The Far is near

The Near is here

The Here is fear

The Fear is dear

The Dear is tear

The Tear is far

The Far is near

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~ Basma Addeq

ليه يا بلد

كل اللي حيلتي دموع
اكتر مافيكي يا بلد
على طفل مات مظلوم
ليه بس كان اتولد  !

حلمها كان شعر ضفاير
وحلمه كان عربية

I Have No Place

December, March or May

Evening, dusk or dawn

I have no place to stay

'cause every place is gone;

And all I have is none.

Diaries of a Camper - Fourth Day

It's been four days already, and I'm enjoying camping so much - but more importantly, surviving it.

Life is kind of calmer, without all the Facebook and Twitter noise. Don't get me wrong, I love that noise, but this camp is giving me the chance to take some time out... sort of.

I'm catching up on my reading. Amira suggested me some good books to read. We are having such a good time.

Every day, I wake up with the break of morning. I love the sounds of morning; birds are singing - and that's all. It seems like no one else is there - just the birds and I. And yes, some birds are too squeaky, but still make me feel connected and ... alive.

Today, I'm gonna continue clearing all the clutter in my mind. What will you do?

Diaries of a Camper

 So, I am on a camp – my first camp ever.

The good side: there are tons of things I can do.

The catch: there is no Facebook or Twitter access!

Today, my friend Amira, who is camping with me, was DYING to update her status on Facebook, and so was I.

Do you think I can survive?

I have no idea!

But that’s EXACTLY what I’m gonna find out !

Stay tuned!

P.S.:  Amira Hassan, thank you inviting me to the camp. Your company has made my first camping day a lot of fun. Love you! ♥

Happiness

He who waits for happiness, will waste his life waiting!

Are you waiting?

And you're waiting for... ??

So what's happiness anyway? How do you define it?

I can't define it myself; I find "happiness" a very elusive term, as much as it can be in real life.

Happiness is just like a little girl who likes to play. She never rests or sits in one place, always moving from one place to another.

Happiness is like a pretty girl who has thousands of dresses and likes to always surprise people with different costumes. Don’t let that disguise fool you!

Happiness is not a destination, it’s in the journey itself!

Why?

Have you ever asked yourself "why?"?

Why are you doing what you're doing? Why?

Why are you surrounded with these people?

Why do you take people who love you for granted?

Why do you think you have the right?

The ONE Person That Really Matters

Isn't everything related to that ONE person that really matters?

Don't get me wrong; I'm not talking about a single person around whom life revolves, rather, a person around whom our effort, happiness, or satisfaction in that particular situation does. That ONE person whose opinion, feedback, advice, or even the look on his or her face at that point of time matters the most.

Think about it!

Think about that beautiful outfit you just bought or the new perfume you're wearing.
How about that new poem you wrote?

That Guy, That Girl

Remember back then when you used to be that guy, and I used to be that girl?

Remember how we were?

I remember how I felt.

If you were still that guy, and I were still that girl, I would’ve told you how I felt…

I would’ve told you … I felt!