Every day, people are saying “forget the past, it is over, it won’t help you.” May be you will forget it for few hours or days, but it will come by your mind again. No one can ever forget his past-good or bad.
Your past is something that is making what you are today, so don’t ever try to erase it from your memory because you will be wasting your time until you become literally sick!
I am not telling your keep regretting the dayum bad days or your mistakes, but I have a friend who usually tells me to think of everything from the bright side. So keep your past written, but think about it from the bright side that can make you stand up on your feet today. Because I believe that without it you will never learn. May be the bad memories of the yesteryears might bring you down sometimes, but when you succeed in the future you will say “I know the reason!”
Mistakes aren’t usually forgettable, and if you tried to forget them, you are fooling yourself because you will keep doing them all over and over again. Yes, you have to move on but hold those yesterdays; believe me, they are the reason you will get up every time you stumble in the mud!
الأحد، 29 أغسطس 2010
الجمعة، 6 أغسطس 2010
Sixteen at war.
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He was born in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the war with its gloomy atmosphere that is only filled with fear and inside the screams of people, the blood showering & the sound of guns and bombs that can cause an actual deafness. Years have passed and he turned to be 7 years old- and with every breath he takes, he hates the enemy more and more, everyday he fills his heart with hate to Israel...He wished one day that he can destroy them and gets back his only warm home: Palestine. The hate increased when he lost his dad at his ninth birthday, and his heart was refilled with hatred when he came back from school to find his house in pieces. And one good thing...He never learned to be afraid or cry, he just grew up to be a strong little man who fights to free his country from the enemies. He prayed to God to free Palestine...More years passed and he grew older like an untamed lion that is searching to eats his prey and his heart was almost completely filled with hatred until it burst, he grew with the courage in his eyes and the power in his soul. Then the day has come when he decided to do something when he walked along the streets where the Israeli soldiers are raising their guns waiting for anyone to step up so that they shoot him. He repeated El shehada with a low voice and he sighed. Then he came along by the Israeli soldiers and looked into their eyes deeply with a small hidden smile…& In a blink of eye “Allaho Akbar” was echoed loudly and the bomb sound was so high and the fire covered the place… By this way this guy’s wish has come true, and it is very sure that this guy has died peacefully without feeling any pain..He died happy doing something so great to his country. & truly he ain't dead yet...he is alive at heaven under the care of god and angels :)
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