They spoke of a night well spent,
Gazing at endless possibilities of tomorrow.
They slept, thinking they'd awake to dreams that've come true.
They sang to the tune of the ones in love, those who are rich and the healthy.
They swirled in joy- not your everyday metaphor- they swirled in joy- not delight not happiness- they swirled around joy but never got there... Never got there, is the point.
And they wrote and wrote and wrote of a sky limitless and of air that is more on the air part of vacuum.
They calligraphed their dreams on canvas.
They rode on elephants only to touch the ground.
The night is long, heavy and thick.
The night, they're afraid, will never end.
No one told them before, no one warned them that every morning there is after it, night.
Water extinguishes the flames within them but is God so weary... to oblige?
It is early morning. Scraps of paper on the floor, words torn asunder. Letters refuted, forced to migrate, sent away, burnt and tortured!
Recorded voices playing behind a curtain.
Muscles torn apart at the genuinity of the smile.
A hip gracing a child and a child intolerant.
A cup of coffee moving with suffocated droplets of vapor trailing behind.
After every morning there is night.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 6, 2013
Into the loops of endlessness.
Glancing up and into the folds of my sleeve, tell me what do you expect to see?
The world? Life? A grave?
Tell me what intrigues you the most.. Roses? Trees? Bones?
Tell me what is it that scares you?
Eyes? Blood ... a knife?
Tell me, what flips your stomach north to east?
Passion? Love? Poison of a seed?
Where does your head fly off to?
Heaven? Purgatory? The foggy sea?
Tell me, darling, who draws a smile on your frowning wrinkles?
Kisses? Yawns? Or maybe, a Goodbye... A goodbye from me?
What do you see when you glance up my sleeve? Through the folds of white and black, What colors can possibly be that your eyes are reflecting?
What do you see? Your orbs so constant; they don't lie, they don't deceive.
Up through the folds of infinity and the loops of never ending, repeated, alternate sighs of destiny..
Tell me! What is that you see? An endless life to be? Did you find the light, perhaps it was all just a bad dream?
Black and white, stripes of black and white.. Circles of black and white .. Lines of random spacing of black and white. Do you see, my darling, how clear this should be?
Exhale.
The world? Life? A grave?
Tell me what intrigues you the most.. Roses? Trees? Bones?
Tell me what is it that scares you?
Eyes? Blood ... a knife?
Tell me, what flips your stomach north to east?
Passion? Love? Poison of a seed?
Where does your head fly off to?
Heaven? Purgatory? The foggy sea?
Tell me, darling, who draws a smile on your frowning wrinkles?
Kisses? Yawns? Or maybe, a Goodbye... A goodbye from me?
What do you see when you glance up my sleeve? Through the folds of white and black, What colors can possibly be that your eyes are reflecting?
What do you see? Your orbs so constant; they don't lie, they don't deceive.
Up through the folds of infinity and the loops of never ending, repeated, alternate sighs of destiny..
Tell me! What is that you see? An endless life to be? Did you find the light, perhaps it was all just a bad dream?
Black and white, stripes of black and white.. Circles of black and white .. Lines of random spacing of black and white. Do you see, my darling, how clear this should be?
Exhale.
Oct 13, 2012
Contradiction
I feel obliged ,
To wear a curve on my lips
Waning up towards my eyes.
May the god of the heavens shield my tears
With a transparent cloth of skin.
And may the angels grace the nape of my neck with sweet kisses of earthly things.
I don't wish to deal with ultimatums for I'd hate to take from a mere mortal, his last breath.
This isn't fair , this dress isn't blue and the sky is no longer red.
My eyes bleed , turquoise rivers of ink .
This paper is stained and so is your image in my mind. A reflection of a ghost, the only place where your reflection can escape you. The only place that can reflect the nothingness inside of you, the void in your heart and the pointlessness of your words.
Lines have been strewn in Gold on silver sheets of heaven,
Lethargic waters wash whatever left of shame I had. This is the peak of a story and the downfall of a king.
This tombstone is grey .. And the words engraved are small.. Like the life I lived ,they are indeed.
This vacuum is my air , heavy and black.
This darkness is my guide, light and sunshine .
This .. This is the end of me and the epitaph of another.
To wear a curve on my lips
Waning up towards my eyes.
May the god of the heavens shield my tears
With a transparent cloth of skin.
And may the angels grace the nape of my neck with sweet kisses of earthly things.
I don't wish to deal with ultimatums for I'd hate to take from a mere mortal, his last breath.
This isn't fair , this dress isn't blue and the sky is no longer red.
My eyes bleed , turquoise rivers of ink .
This paper is stained and so is your image in my mind. A reflection of a ghost, the only place where your reflection can escape you. The only place that can reflect the nothingness inside of you, the void in your heart and the pointlessness of your words.
Lines have been strewn in Gold on silver sheets of heaven,
Lethargic waters wash whatever left of shame I had. This is the peak of a story and the downfall of a king.
This tombstone is grey .. And the words engraved are small.. Like the life I lived ,they are indeed.
This vacuum is my air , heavy and black.
This darkness is my guide, light and sunshine .
This .. This is the end of me and the epitaph of another.
Sep 4, 2012
Hero and heroine
Let’s kick this off with the reason behind the cause.
can you find any? Because I seem to miserably fail at the mention of the idea of thinking about it.
my life seems more and more disconnected and... my breath like gravel , my breath like mud.. stuck in its own dilemma unable to pick a side.. to invade my cells or allow itself to be exhaled.
It hurts. The one significant thing about the human body is its ability to hurt physically, hurt mentally and furthermore…
My limbs feel quite numb and I don’t yet understand is this the climax? Is this when I as a heroine, when I as a hero have to endure it all? Pretending in a story line -that was written by someone that I’m not familiar with- that I don’t know that everything here onwards will be fine? All problems will be resolved?
Is this when I look up at the sky and with false interpretation of what my character is supposed to be , pray with false tears, pray with suffocated voice of a child who’s been throwing a tantrum for awhile ..
Do I even realize the depth of this character? Is it right? Is it just? That I, a mere protagonist in a story that isn’t mine alter people’s perspective on the story ? is it allowed? To stand on my own and act upon impulse ..
Do I not trust the one who created me to further acknowledge my existence and emphasize on the need of a ‘ME’ in this story? Why am I doing this then? Why am questioning her? Her abilities to write and write and write…
But what if… what if …
Pause.
I’ve been lied to by father.. cheated on and cheated with.. backstabbed.. mugged and raped .. survived a hurricane.. I’ve been attacked by ghost dragons and followed into the deep woods by talking snow, consistently been the target of an American airstrike on Hiroshima, I’ve been titled ‘death’ and called life , I’ve been innocent and insecure, malicious and mean, I’m the terrorist and the priest , the son of Adam and the sin of eve, and I of all the people.. is that true? The people? Am I a human being? Am I alive? Do I breathe whisky and shoot out flames? do I hear ghosts dining or do I join in?
Am I not a character? Am I not a character? Exhale.
I bow my head in defeat, move my hips to the rhythm of every grain of sand colliding with the black of my shoes.. I tie my hair into a ponytail. Black, soft, high and long hair, like a horse’s tail it bounces lethargically as I walk.. my eyes , the typical eyes of a child exuding innocence and dreams of a better tomorrow .. my shoulders slumped down with the world’s mountains heaved on top, the humorous scene one would see if looking onto my retreating back.. my belly large and hungry , if to signify anything it would be my bad choices in life.. my red dress hugging the curves of my body to reach mid thigh if any man would care to look he’d be another victim of mine.. my arm long and hairy , I remember using it to pull that gun out and ..and… Pause.
I am the only right thing , the safe haven to war refugees running away from their inevitable end. I am the alluring smell on a woman’s skin , I am the end of you and the start of another. I am the beauty and in someone else’s lines.. I am the beast.
But what if.. what if this is the end of me? This wide ocean that I’m staring at with my blue eyes.. no, brown eyes! Will this ocean be the end of me? Will I be hit by a passing meteorite? Or am I going to tie a boulder to my waist with a rope and throw myself in? it’s very difficult when you don’t know your end. It takes courage to have faith. One step forward, one step back , or just standing still where you are could be the end of you.
can you find any? Because I seem to miserably fail at the mention of the idea of thinking about it.
my life seems more and more disconnected and... my breath like gravel , my breath like mud.. stuck in its own dilemma unable to pick a side.. to invade my cells or allow itself to be exhaled.
It hurts. The one significant thing about the human body is its ability to hurt physically, hurt mentally and furthermore…
My limbs feel quite numb and I don’t yet understand is this the climax? Is this when I as a heroine, when I as a hero have to endure it all? Pretending in a story line -that was written by someone that I’m not familiar with- that I don’t know that everything here onwards will be fine? All problems will be resolved?
Is this when I look up at the sky and with false interpretation of what my character is supposed to be , pray with false tears, pray with suffocated voice of a child who’s been throwing a tantrum for awhile ..
Do I even realize the depth of this character? Is it right? Is it just? That I, a mere protagonist in a story that isn’t mine alter people’s perspective on the story ? is it allowed? To stand on my own and act upon impulse ..
Do I not trust the one who created me to further acknowledge my existence and emphasize on the need of a ‘ME’ in this story? Why am I doing this then? Why am questioning her? Her abilities to write and write and write…
But what if… what if …
Pause.
I’ve been lied to by father.. cheated on and cheated with.. backstabbed.. mugged and raped .. survived a hurricane.. I’ve been attacked by ghost dragons and followed into the deep woods by talking snow, consistently been the target of an American airstrike on Hiroshima, I’ve been titled ‘death’ and called life , I’ve been innocent and insecure, malicious and mean, I’m the terrorist and the priest , the son of Adam and the sin of eve, and I of all the people.. is that true? The people? Am I a human being? Am I alive? Do I breathe whisky and shoot out flames? do I hear ghosts dining or do I join in?
Am I not a character? Am I not a character? Exhale.
I bow my head in defeat, move my hips to the rhythm of every grain of sand colliding with the black of my shoes.. I tie my hair into a ponytail. Black, soft, high and long hair, like a horse’s tail it bounces lethargically as I walk.. my eyes , the typical eyes of a child exuding innocence and dreams of a better tomorrow .. my shoulders slumped down with the world’s mountains heaved on top, the humorous scene one would see if looking onto my retreating back.. my belly large and hungry , if to signify anything it would be my bad choices in life.. my red dress hugging the curves of my body to reach mid thigh if any man would care to look he’d be another victim of mine.. my arm long and hairy , I remember using it to pull that gun out and ..and… Pause.
I am the only right thing , the safe haven to war refugees running away from their inevitable end. I am the alluring smell on a woman’s skin , I am the end of you and the start of another. I am the beauty and in someone else’s lines.. I am the beast.
But what if.. what if this is the end of me? This wide ocean that I’m staring at with my blue eyes.. no, brown eyes! Will this ocean be the end of me? Will I be hit by a passing meteorite? Or am I going to tie a boulder to my waist with a rope and throw myself in? it’s very difficult when you don’t know your end. It takes courage to have faith. One step forward, one step back , or just standing still where you are could be the end of you.
Jun 28, 2012
Kings
How do we get involved? How can we ever stop this? This is not a fight against a religion .. This is a Fight against humanity and civilization, against principle!
How can people kill people? This question never failed to amuse me, pondering over it whenever I drift off into silence .. I guess humans are very vulnerable to words, very weak against an army of orators. The people's power has become so little and almost non existent in defying that of words, to the extent that even a silly man's speech can lure them into witchcraft and crime. Politicians no longer need to put an effort in picking the right words nor make them sound reasonable. whatever they say that the people can fathom is holy.. We live in a world where those who think, die and those who nod their heads and throw away their principles become : Kings!
How can people kill people? This question never failed to amuse me, pondering over it whenever I drift off into silence .. I guess humans are very vulnerable to words, very weak against an army of orators. The people's power has become so little and almost non existent in defying that of words, to the extent that even a silly man's speech can lure them into witchcraft and crime. Politicians no longer need to put an effort in picking the right words nor make them sound reasonable. whatever they say that the people can fathom is holy.. We live in a world where those who think, die and those who nod their heads and throw away their principles become : Kings!
Feb 14, 2012
Miss you
Miss you
Now all I have to hold is a gravestone ,
And the earth that I once owned is dissolving into flames,
The wind tears my words into silence,
For my maternal two are hereafter in heaven’s Arms
May your souls forever surrender to god’s care ;the sweetest of words.
Now all I have to hold is a gravestone ,
And the earth that I once owned is dissolving into flames,
The wind tears my words into silence,
For my maternal two are hereafter in heaven’s Arms
May your souls forever surrender to god’s care ;the sweetest of words.
Write and write and write
With the ink longing to touch paper , and and my thoughts still haven’t struck ground. I can only stay stranded in that bleak region of my mind ,where words flow with least in common and ambiguity screams out its presence .
Fog seems to take over And shadows of what used to be lurk around Trying to force me into doing an action which,I, for so long wished to do .
“carry the pen ,carry the paper , put down the pen to the sheet of utter white and write and write and write”. Till the foggy vision starts to clear , I write and write and write .
Rants of the tears ...
Rants of the tears …
Hate to see you cry , but not words nor comforting smiles can eradicate your fear … so I pray the holder of the sky to give you strength through your good times and bad .
Hate to see you cry , but not words nor comforting smiles can eradicate your fear … so I pray the holder of the sky to give you strength through your good times and bad .
Words that are closer to rants ...
Words
I just understood why “Mr.bean” was so successful . You see in this show there were no words spoken , no subtitles needed and no explanations of the different accents … it was pure and simple with no add ups , with no meaningless words that do nothing but confuse nations ! It always gave you the freedom to imagine conversations and satisfy your need of what you would wish to watch … my advice? Mute your TV and just watch! You’ll , then be able to find out what your limitations are , where you can utmostly imply your imagination and in which areas you will use your general experience about the topic . Words are quite annoying if they’re not said at the right time ,on the right day and by the right person … Thats why we often get too emotional while watching a movie or listening to a song . Words forces some emotions to surface , a person who’s never fallen in love or entered any sort of relationship will cry while listening to a song about a couple breaking up ! Why? Because words trigger certain feelings you didn’t know you had , words can make you hate and grudge and envy and love and laugh and cry . They are powerful creations , words that is , and people over the ages have forever thought that ideas could not be conveyed without them .
they trigger some kind of a disturbance within the soul …
Keep it simple ! Keep it pure ! Let’s imagine a plot and build up on it from the first episode ! And for once in our lives , let’s not cheat … let the words disappear and focus on the actions !
I just understood why “Mr.bean” was so successful . You see in this show there were no words spoken , no subtitles needed and no explanations of the different accents … it was pure and simple with no add ups , with no meaningless words that do nothing but confuse nations ! It always gave you the freedom to imagine conversations and satisfy your need of what you would wish to watch … my advice? Mute your TV and just watch! You’ll , then be able to find out what your limitations are , where you can utmostly imply your imagination and in which areas you will use your general experience about the topic . Words are quite annoying if they’re not said at the right time ,on the right day and by the right person … Thats why we often get too emotional while watching a movie or listening to a song . Words forces some emotions to surface , a person who’s never fallen in love or entered any sort of relationship will cry while listening to a song about a couple breaking up ! Why? Because words trigger certain feelings you didn’t know you had , words can make you hate and grudge and envy and love and laugh and cry . They are powerful creations , words that is , and people over the ages have forever thought that ideas could not be conveyed without them .
they trigger some kind of a disturbance within the soul …
Keep it simple ! Keep it pure ! Let’s imagine a plot and build up on it from the first episode ! And for once in our lives , let’s not cheat … let the words disappear and focus on the actions !
Jan 27, 2012
Happy Birthday to my dearest Sis
In just a few minutes , a dear person who's close to me will have one more year added into their account ... They'll grow one more year of beauty, intelligence and charm.
One more year of a broken heart seeking refuge and fighting with life's cruelest of times and hearts.
One more year of disappointments and promises that don't come true .
One more year of a fragile heart going against the world and fighting to the hardcore of the truth .
But that my dear , would be nothing but a bad dream , this year I hope .
For I deeply wish from the pits of my soul ,this year be a good year to you ,
One which carries along with it love for you
One which unfolds yet another beautiful part of your life
One to offer you the best of times
One to draw endless smiles on your beautiful , innocent face
And one to tell you jokes and tickle your laugh to a peak .
One to show you the best of both worlds and give you just enough of sadness to help you recognize what happiness means .
One to put you in tough situations , enough for you to fight your fears.
And one to take enough of what you have to help you Cherish what you have near .
May all your dreams , plans and ambitions come true ... May god blesses you every year , with a bright more promising future and a smiling hope smirking at you from a distance , teasing you to grow near.
Happy birthday fedaa ,Happy birthday to the lovely sister who stood by my side through it all , the tough and the "LOL" .
Dec 30, 2011
Happy New Year :Words!
Words straight from the heart .....
For years upon end .. I’ve cared too much about what people said, how they felt and what they believed.
Till the day came when I realized that typing hundreds of words , venting out emotions and then reading them over again and feeling that maybe “I’ve gone too far” ,thus carrying on with erasing every single word that I meant from the bottom of my heart and soul ,and replacing it with a tiny smile “ :)” …was simply wrong!
Then the shock came !
Another day ... The setting’s changed … maybe now it’s day or maybe it's night! perhaps windy and let’s add a little garden and a river to the scene …make it more like what it seems .
It finally occured to me that people really don’t care .. and all the sad faces ,words of condolence and emoticons they send are nothing but a show of momentary sympathy ..one that lasts for a minute or two before they move on to open up another conversation with another person , gossiping and laughing like nothing ever happened .
Another day ... The setting’s changed … maybe now it’s day or maybe it's night! perhaps windy and let’s add a little garden and a river to the scene …make it more like what it seems .
It finally occured to me that people really don’t care .. and all the sad faces ,words of condolence and emoticons they send are nothing but a show of momentary sympathy ..one that lasts for a minute or two before they move on to open up another conversation with another person , gossiping and laughing like nothing ever happened .
NOTE: people really hate to talk to those who make them feel sad !! *another thing that I had to learn the hard way this year *.
Here I came to the realization : Maybe people shouldn’t know about your sadness or happiness or any form of extreme emotions that you might be going through , because otherwise you are more than welcoming them to disrespect your situation and where you stand in YOUR own life !
I didn’t wake up one day to suddenly find that the world has changed … No! I woke up and slept every single day and night to a new, more dramatic and modern warfare . One that involved abuse of one’s privacy and style of living , one that only started fire but was never able to extinguish it , one that spread hate and fear while killing any signs of its antonyms.
We are not victims and we never were ,we brought upon ourselves misery and nothing but an excess of it !
We are not victims and we never were ,we brought upon ourselves misery and nothing but an excess of it !
I learnt that when life is taking one huge turn right around the corner, it doesn’t wait for you to throw your soul at the brake pedals and play with your steering wheel …NO!It throws you and your useless means of living onto the edge ,and like any car accident : the air bag may or may not save you !
Then whatever the result is , no one is going to help you put the pieces of your life together … they’re just going to stare and clap and serenade you with quotes of wisdom that they have no idea how to imply under the shameful category of : EMOTIONAL SUPPORT!
Then whatever the result is , no one is going to help you put the pieces of your life together … they’re just going to stare and clap and serenade you with quotes of wisdom that they have no idea how to imply under the shameful category of : EMOTIONAL SUPPORT!
Pause!!! Take a breath and get your lungs punched till the last atom of air inside has melted !
Then, I woke up on one of 2011's beautiful days to find that every relationship of mine was ruined somehow… and in such a case you have to start getting up on your feet , you have to grow stronger ! simply due to an inner ,nagging feeling of you being the "road" that everyone steps on to get somewhere although you never change and like a good ol’ road, you stay there till the end of the storm !
I didn’t just fall into this world …NO SIR !
I was born to leave behind something or the other ... people die young and on the streets , but in my 15 years of living I consider myself capable of leaving behind something! and from there, I believe that you have no right to disrespect me or show any type discrimination against me , my religion, my looks , my personality and my country !
I was born to leave behind something or the other ... people die young and on the streets , but in my 15 years of living I consider myself capable of leaving behind something! and from there, I believe that you have no right to disrespect me or show any type discrimination against me , my religion, my looks , my personality and my country !
I have no clue why I’m writing all of this , but I learnt that I shouldn’t be afraid to speak my mind..shout out my thoughts : LOUD AND CLEAR! And I really don’t have it in my heart to erase any line of what I’ve written … whoever’s reading this will probably choose the lines which best suits his life .
We’re all guilty and I have caught myself more than once red-handed , violating my own rules and giving up on my own principles … crossing the limitations that I have drawn and going into a “danger” zone that I ,myself labeled , but 2011 is that one year which draws the deepest and scariest of feelings that you never knew had possessed .
It was a year of conflict and here onwards there is but a little chance of solution in the face of mountains of doubt and uncertainty . I am not a pessimist , I’m just a person who’s best year was probably not 2011 .
I was born to live the life that I’m living and I know that there is a clear probability that my words are too harsh or a little too direct , and maybe the new year should have something more cheerful dedicated to it , but my tongue was tied in knots for way too long and these words can either be spoken now or never .
It was a year of conflict and here onwards there is but a little chance of solution in the face of mountains of doubt and uncertainty . I am not a pessimist , I’m just a person who’s best year was probably not 2011 .
I was born to live the life that I’m living and I know that there is a clear probability that my words are too harsh or a little too direct , and maybe the new year should have something more cheerful dedicated to it , but my tongue was tied in knots for way too long and these words can either be spoken now or never .
With my mind no longer able to connect to the cause , I run out of words to say and storms to brain ..as silly as that may sound, it actually makes perfect sense to me.
Happy New year dear and May god bless you with better days !
FARAH KHALIL
Jul 7, 2011
Acceptance... A step towards humanity
Acceptance... A step towards Humanity
Humans should learn to accept each other more often. They should learn to ask themselves as to who gave them the rights to judge and discriminate, and whether or not they are any better than the ones they are making fun of.
They should Learn to love and accept eachother, no matter what religion, race or financial background They may come from. No matter what they're wearing or what they aren't and no matter what car they're driving or what car they aren't.
Who are we to judge God's work and the situation he puts people in? and based on what do we reach our conclusions of the boy sitting next to us in a coffee shop?
do we ask? do we care? or do we just jump to analysing every bit of his T-shirt and pants...wonder why he is wearing those in particular while he could wear something "waaay cooler than that!" . Do we care why that girl wears too much make-up? or why she isn't wearing hijab? Do we care about the weak and vulnerable? or do we just make fun of them and group on them? be honest with yourselves.
You're all people who demand freedom right? you're all people who went on the streets and "sacrificed" your lives for building a better world right? you all seek to rise from the 'underdog level' and you want you're voice to be heard, you want to be civilized human beings .... well you want civilization? why don't you start with humanity first and go from there... stop rejecting the other and stop fighting over every minute detail...put your attitude away and look at the person infront of you without any prior judgement, wait for what they can say....wait to hear their story...wait to see them with innocent eyes .They may surprise you !
Now, the surprise may not be so pleasant ,but atleast you learned for once to not judge by the looks or the money not even by the gun in one's hand.
We are all humans at the end, before cultures were separated and religions were labelled, before major plans were implied on the civilians and before we ever had to hate each other . Before ideas of man-killing and slaughtering were forced into our heads and made to look easy and allowed. we are humans.... carrying the same color of blood and structure of skin , we may have flaws ,but a person just isn't born with these flaws...it's us, we cause these flaws in character... we raise our children , the exact same "dumb" way that we were raised in.
We give them lists of people to hate and people to love.... Those who are acceptable and those who are rejected... Those who they should better stay away from and those who are 'okay' to hang around with .... The same lists our parents have given us, same fears and doubts and insecurities , same prior judgement style never allowing us to break free . Girls that wear mini-skirts are those that you should stay away from for they are bold and sassy and men with beards usually tend to be terrorists. right?
Learn to accept the other person , for life has been just unfair to him as it has been to you , maybe then we can achieve the complete and full meaning of humanity... then I wouldn't be against you going on the streets and shouting for dear democracy.
'Hell is empty. And all the devils are here.'-WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR -The Tempest
Farah Khalil
Humans should learn to accept each other more often. They should learn to ask themselves as to who gave them the rights to judge and discriminate, and whether or not they are any better than the ones they are making fun of.
They should Learn to love and accept eachother, no matter what religion, race or financial background They may come from. No matter what they're wearing or what they aren't and no matter what car they're driving or what car they aren't.
Who are we to judge God's work and the situation he puts people in? and based on what do we reach our conclusions of the boy sitting next to us in a coffee shop?
do we ask? do we care? or do we just jump to analysing every bit of his T-shirt and pants...wonder why he is wearing those in particular while he could wear something "waaay cooler than that!" . Do we care why that girl wears too much make-up? or why she isn't wearing hijab? Do we care about the weak and vulnerable? or do we just make fun of them and group on them? be honest with yourselves.
You're all people who demand freedom right? you're all people who went on the streets and "sacrificed" your lives for building a better world right? you all seek to rise from the 'underdog level' and you want you're voice to be heard, you want to be civilized human beings .... well you want civilization? why don't you start with humanity first and go from there... stop rejecting the other and stop fighting over every minute detail...put your attitude away and look at the person infront of you without any prior judgement, wait for what they can say....wait to hear their story...wait to see them with innocent eyes .They may surprise you !
Now, the surprise may not be so pleasant ,but atleast you learned for once to not judge by the looks or the money not even by the gun in one's hand.
We are all humans at the end, before cultures were separated and religions were labelled, before major plans were implied on the civilians and before we ever had to hate each other . Before ideas of man-killing and slaughtering were forced into our heads and made to look easy and allowed. we are humans.... carrying the same color of blood and structure of skin , we may have flaws ,but a person just isn't born with these flaws...it's us, we cause these flaws in character... we raise our children , the exact same "dumb" way that we were raised in.
We give them lists of people to hate and people to love.... Those who are acceptable and those who are rejected... Those who they should better stay away from and those who are 'okay' to hang around with .... The same lists our parents have given us, same fears and doubts and insecurities , same prior judgement style never allowing us to break free . Girls that wear mini-skirts are those that you should stay away from for they are bold and sassy and men with beards usually tend to be terrorists. right?
Learn to accept the other person , for life has been just unfair to him as it has been to you , maybe then we can achieve the complete and full meaning of humanity... then I wouldn't be against you going on the streets and shouting for dear democracy.
'Hell is empty. And all the devils are here.'-WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR -The Tempest
Farah Khalil
Jul 2, 2011
I met Him
I met Him
I met him,
he was there
like a summer breeze,
brushing my hair.
he was there
like a summer breeze,
brushing my hair.
I met him
our eyes met,
one smile after the other
our hearts leapt,
with sudden joy and satisfaction
they were filled.
He was there, the breeze too , was there.
our eyes met,
one smile after the other
our hearts leapt,
with sudden joy and satisfaction
they were filled.
He was there, the breeze too , was there.
I decided to turn around and leave
keeping it short and sweet,
saving myself from utter grief
due to Mr. I’m-so-hot's sudden, urgent leave.
but his stare had lingered me way too deep
that turning around would be the deadliest sin.
keeping it short and sweet,
saving myself from utter grief
due to Mr. I’m-so-hot's sudden, urgent leave.
but his stare had lingered me way too deep
that turning around would be the deadliest sin.
Hair blown by the wind,
eyes shining in the sun,
lazy smiles hanging on every child’s face,
leaping legs with it joy it brings
and I?
eyes shining in the sun,
lazy smiles hanging on every child’s face,
leaping legs with it joy it brings
and I?
I met him!
my wind, my rain
my loss, my gain
my smile, my world.
my wind, my rain
my loss, my gain
my smile, my world.
He was right there and I naively thought,
to stay.
My smile grew wider and my hopes had no sky
and he saw it…how do I know?
he turned around and left ,but
oh well! At least I met him .
to stay.
My smile grew wider and my hopes had no sky
and he saw it…how do I know?
he turned around and left ,but
oh well! At least I met him .
Mar 16, 2011
Hand In Hand
Hand In Hand
Hand in hand we march to the end
A stamp of a foot and the click of a gun,
The war is near and there's no way to run.
Hand In Hand we run to the end,
People, Heartbroken and cheeks tear stroken ,
And the shot of a gun,
Ringing loud in all deaf ears,
surrounding the sun,
signaling the war of the world yet to come,
Love and Peace now and forever gone.
Hand In Hand towards the end,
We fight and we die,
To try and save our lives,
Imagining the end.
In despair and Agony
We hope for the best.
In fright and horror ,
We wish for the end.
Hand in Hand we march to the end…..
By :FARAH KHALIL
Feb 2, 2011
When Everything Turns Black
When Everything Turns Black
And then everything turned to black,
And all the tears once marked its way on a pale stone turned back and retreated, hiding in the comfort of an eyelid and forever were buried into a heart of redness.
And all the rain drops half way between, the sky and the earth, the high and the low, froze and were as if by some magical force pulled back into the folds of the clouds and those on earth, seeped into the ground so fast it’d make your head spin.
And all the words, nice and cold, that were once thrown were taken back and history had it been here in this scene of the story, would be its fate.
When everything turns black, that’s how you know.
When everything turns black, that you were never really born.
Jan 26, 2011
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