tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42042657507528090582024-03-05T11:20:48.568+01:00Lolita x CherrySarra Jouinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767402020520428791noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4204265750752809058.post-90118990206832342242013-07-19T14:53:00.001+01:002013-07-19T22:54:56.090+01:00Of Spice and Spirit : The Anecdote .<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The supermarket, one day before the holy month.<br />
That is the place where you would like to be. Unless you are claustrophobic and hate the crowd. The moment I stepped into the place , I was instantly attracted by the colorful spices which occupied a significant spot in the market. I headed towards it and of course dragged my parents and my brother with me. We were in short of some essential spices, that is why they did not object and followed me.<br />
Worldwide spices.<br />
This is truly heavenly.<br />
When my father asked the man in charge to scale some spices for us, the man kindly said “ self-service sir.” I rejoiced in the thought of getting a bit of everything; but of course it was absurd. What I did was even more absurd and juvenile. I took out my camera and snapped some shots of the vivid spices. A most cherished moment needs to be captured for sure.<br />
I soon jumped on the red powders : both chili and paprika were needed at home. I asked father about whether or not we can get some curry . He refused first thinking I did not know how to use it ; but when I confirmed that I watched enough food programs to know the usage of curry, he agreed upon my request and I giggled like a little girl who has just gotten her cotton candy.<br />
On the other side of the spot were different types of beans and lentils, something which cannot escape father’s gaze. He was an admirer of soups and with the holy month’s arrival, he would of course welcome all we can offer him. The lentil soup will be a dish he will brag about later on, as he cooks it by himself. He considered one type of lentils ; but was not quite sure about the way to cook it. His nature compels him to question one of the chefs behind the counter selling ready meals. The chef was Egyptian and knew perfectly how to handle such dishes. Devotedly , he instructs father who was by the end satisfied for the load of valuable information he received. He ran to my mother repeating what the chef told him and warning her about not adding salt at first. An advice coming directly from a chef.<br />
As we proceeded to the vegetable and fruits area, we remarked the existence of tomatoes and peach coming directly from our home country. The prices were at least four times doubled because these are now imported products; Nevertheless we were caught in a nostalgic moment and finally decided to move along to other sections.<br />
I was undergoing a mental tumult trying to remember what I had forgotten exactly.<br />
Two insanely frustrating feelings which I completely abhor are: not finding a particular object and fighting to remember something that fled my memory.<br />
Aha ! The bright color of Tunisian tomatoes brought me back the image of pizza and I almost shouted “pizza herbs” . I asked permission from my parents to go back to the spices section and insisted that they do not leave the spot for the market was so spacious I feared we would waste time looking for each other.<br />
I hurried back to the my destination and selected some fresh basil and pizza oregano. I was also attracted by the exquisitely definable smell of “Za'atar” . There were two kinds. One from Lebanon and the other from Jordan. I could not honestly tell the difference and I selected the brighter color--that from Jordan. I have already drawn a plan for the Za'atar. A plan whose source of inspiration is rooted 8 years back in my past.<br />
I was here, nearly by the same time of the year only Ramadhan came later on. My father managed to enroll me and my brothers in a summer school-- an experience the taste of which I never knew before that summer. I had left my friends in my country and was still newly exposed to the new cultures around me. I did not even master the language and could only manage my way out with what I captured from Egyptian and Syrian tv shows and programs. During breaks, the headmistress would call everybody to line up and ge<br />
t their share of juice and newly-baked pastry. The smell of croissant with Za'ater would hit my nostrils and tickle my brain even before entering the school’s cafeteria. It was not everybody’s favorite. The other girls favored fancier toppings and fillings. I have to admit it was in my favor as they never ran out of my choice and I don’t have to be in the first lines to get what I desired. <br />
A most affordable luxury.That was the only place where I had that kind of pastry.<br />
Emerging from the memory which the herb woke in me, I realized I had to await my turn to hand the portions to the man in charge for the spices. He would put the price on them and I would ran back to my parents .<br />
He was unmistakably Asian, perhaps from the Philippines; but I can never be sure. I am not Father. Father has spent over twenty years in this country and he would identify most of the nationalities here.<br />
The man is of medium-height , all covered in white cloth. Hands gloved and hair carefully combed back. His speed was remarkable. He must have been here for a long period of time and had a lot of practice. He could name all the different spices and he definitely did not need a tag on them to recognize them.<br />
My stream of thoughts were broken when a woman on my right side , outrageous, was sighing repeatedly , trying to expose her impatience to the world. She then screamed “YALLA YALLA” and kept muttering words of complaint . It was obvious she could barely speak proper English in the way she formed her next sentence “ MAKE IT QUICK” . Did I say ‘proper English’ ? I meant proper manners.<br />
I was utterly disgusted by her tone . Not only she completely turned a blind eye on me by not recognizing that I was in the line before her ; but she also imposed her attitude and confirmed her disrespect by shoving the plastic bags in her hand onto a huge bag of beans separating her from the man in charge.<br />
I felt I was standing under a rainy sky and that I was sinking in shame. The scene made me feel so uncomfortable and I imagined a whole scenario between the woman and I where I am mostly holding up to a mild face being all sarcastic about the necessity of clinging to fairness and justice while dealing with others--especially that we are at the threshold of a holy month. We need to compensate for our wrong doings and think about efficient ways of bettering ourselves.<br />
However once the woman got her bags with prices tagged on them, she flew away like a furious dragon breathing out fire. I thought perhaps it was better that I did not talk to her. I knew girls like her. They fancy making scenes. They are impatient and claim not having much time ; but they surely have time for fights and screams. Another thought then hit me. Perhaps that is not her true nature. Perhaps she is just having a bad day and the poor man was just in the way. She jammed her anger against him. Anyone could have been the victim. But again, that is still an inappropriate conduct.<br />
“Miss, miss” I lifted my head to see a hand stretched before me. My turn. I was still befuddled by what has just happened but I put on a large smile , a sympathetic one. I believe it delivered the message for me. “ Don’t let such people ruin your day. You have now a customer who is smiling to you.” The man smiled back and soon gave me back my herbs. I made sure I said “ thank you sir” before I took off hurriedly thinking I was late for my parents. I found them right where I left them. They were discussing the price of imported tomatoes we saw earlier. My dad stubbornly persisted they must be organic tomatoes. For him , that would be the only justification behind the high price. </div>
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Sarra Jouinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767402020520428791noreply@blogger.com0Abu Dhabi - United Arab Emirates24.407137917727653 54.4262695312522.548137917727651 51.84448253125 26.266137917727654 57.00805653125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4204265750752809058.post-91645862546289682072012-10-29T20:20:00.000+01:002012-10-29T20:25:21.485+01:00Mourning Reminiscence <br />
“One might, indeed, consider that the appropriate form of address between man and man ought to be, not <i>monsieur, sir</i>, but <i>fellow sufferer</i>, <i>compagnon de misères</i>.”<br />
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“On The Suffering Of The World”, Arthur Schopenhauer </div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> It was a three hours road trip that permitted my arrival to a small hamlet situated in the north western side of the country. I was welcomed by a dreary weather: The frosty wind preyed on my physical condition whereas the heavy toll of rain made me sink deeper in my wrenching grief. From where I came, the beams of light were the only occupiers of the sky. Few steps separated me from my destiny. The only thing I knew was that my state of mind was shaken, and that I wished I could disappear. I secretly wished to be vaporized and be transformed into little water drops. An atrocious pang of futility devoured me as words disobeyed their natural formulation and I found myself utterly incapable of utterance. Words refused to be articulated when they were most required, desperately needed. I was not to linger longer in my unworthiness. I had to find her; but then I recalled that I have always wanted to pay her a visit. I reflected that my wishes were preordained to become reality; yet the Divine Design was set for me so as my first encounter with this place be morose and under the occurrence of a glum and unfortunate event. I beheld the set as bearing that sore memory. I despised it. Why had it not embraced me in prior circumstances? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Right leg forward, I stepped into the house, dull and bleak. I could not possibly get lost as I was taken through a corridor the end of which I knew perfectly. The palpitations of my saddened heart were aggravated as I quickened my pace. A smell exacerbated all my senses; then voices stretched my pains to endlessness. Sullen faces worsened my mental state. I had to sit like everybody else – Static with red and swollen eyes yet alarmed. My soul was agitated and deadened at the same time. The sound of ventilators disturbed the thread of thoughts I was endeavoring to arrange and rearrange – failures, successive disappointing failures. I mused that my presence could speak louder than my lips; but I could not count on it. Anxiety fed on me. I had to suppress it. I had to because she, herself, was consumed by an unbearably heavy misfortune.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> My anxious stillness was suddenly disturbed when a stranger came into the room calling my name and demanding my presence. My skin was iced; yet I tried to shutter my heart for, in spite of my overflowing sadness I could not render my company profligate or even worse, agonizing. The uncertainties of the future carelessly played with my feelings. They were almost mocking my misery. My fearful mind and fragile heart were at the grasp of a cynical future – a future for which I longed impatiently and yet dreaded terribly. Will this pain ever end?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I hurried to find my wretched friend in the most shocking state. Useless have been my attempts to imagine the horror of the situation. What I beheld was beyond the suffering of the world. I, instantly, questioned whether it is in the power of Man to endure being as such stricken and tormented. How immense must be her strength—her belief! Indeed, had not The Lost One implanted seeds of belief in the little girl’s soul, the latter would have collapsed, finding no sense in the blows of life. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I shielded my words with the mighty aroma of patience. I whispered them in the tiny ears of my friend letting her know that her life is not in vain, that The Lost One would be torn if she ever hears the sobs of her little girl.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Patience will not be a crime to her eyes, tears, however, will. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> There are times when lips move but produce no sound, and the sole sound—that of pain is larger than the disappointment of loss and louder than the trumpets of victory. That time when the universe becomes entirely mute and your eyes become blind to the colors of life. When the soreness compels you to succumb to void and hence fall into the abyss of denial: you open your eyes upon hearing her voice and picturing her smile. You end up preserving her memory and carrying out her will. </span><br />
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Sarra Jouinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767402020520428791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4204265750752809058.post-69054767711459802782012-07-28T04:06:00.000+01:002014-01-19T23:59:47.245+01:00Scent of a Flower, Blood of a Wolf : Wolf's Rain REVIEW<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> The ambiguous ending of <i>Wolf’s Rain</i> proved to hinder the viewers’
from reaching the satisfaction requisite at the end of each cherished animé</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">. From </span><a href="http://www.themanime.org/viewreview.php?id=636"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-TN;">Themanime.org</span></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> to </span><a href="http://www.themanime.org/viewreview.php?id=636"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-TN;">Nihonreview.com</span></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> , reviewers
could not refrain from observing that the show offers a great disappointment especially
on the level of the resolution . A show during which one can have no command on
both brain and tears fails to meet the expectations of the viewers who longed
for a less confusing end. What I also deduced is that the four RECAP episodes, which were by the way unaired in the US, have driven the viewers a bit contemptible. In fact, they entailed a rough
reproach because the only new thing it introduced to the audience was an
amazing song entitled “</span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbZcfhLIBwM"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-TN;">Tell Me What The Rain Knows</span></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">” composed by the legendary <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoko_Kanno">Yoko Kanno</a> and sung by the wonderful <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maaya_Sakamoto">Maaya Sakamoto</a>. The criticism mainly rebuked
these four episodes which seem to have a sole aim: It is to stretch out the
show to reach thirty episodes. For this reason, the viewer ends up growing
weary. The idea of recapitulation, being superfluous and burdensome, is thus not
much of a genius idea. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> Encountering such opinions, I had to
pave a way to my own point of view. Ever
since I watched the animé in 2006, I felt bound to loosen the ties around my
personal view concerning the show. The idea grew with me; but it has not been
developed until recently for I was lacking both style and language to express
it. My own explanation of the ending has fed on my beliefs and personal
perspective of the world. Far from being disappointed, my tears were shed for
the might of the message conveyed throughout the story. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> Paradise is ubiquitous. It resides
inside of its believer. “Where I fly is <s>hell </s>[paradise], myself am<s>
hell</s> [paradise] “to reformulate John Milton’s words from <i>Paradise Lost</i>..
Or should I say Paradise Resurrected? It
is true that the last episode is soaked in bleak pessimism: <a href="http://i281.photobucket.com/albums/kk203/blackrose756/Wolfs%20rain/wolf144.jpg">Lord Darcia</a>’s
misleading words constrain us to think that it is fruitless to nourish oneself
with a sense of belonging in and an obligation towards the clan. According to
him, one has but oneself to look after. The rest are but obstacles. It is
needless to heed attention to what holds one back. Nonetheless, Lord Darcia’s
speech did not influence me much because I knew the true source of those words.
His callous-hearted nature, his unjustified cruelty and obviously well-deserved
curse put him in the shadows when it comes to giving advice. Reversing the spell foretells the necessity
of belonging in order to preserve a sense of pride, and hence a strongly-entrenched
identity. Lord Darcia has lost himself in the process of transformation: Being
a noble classifies him in a precise category; but attaining the form of a wolf
rejects him to an undisclosed position. A cursed half-lord half-wolf – who was
doomed to lose the love of his life <a href="http://images.wikia.com/wolfsrain/images/b/b4/Articleimage-4.jpg">Amona</a> — was driven to avenge her death by
massacring what, is already threatened with extinction. The wolves are a symbol of sacredness as they
are the only ones capable of opening Rakuen. They gain an important level of holiness
not for this matter only, but because being endangered goes back to the fact
that they form a clan. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">The RECAP episodes are, to my fancy, a means to shed
light on the thread linking the four wolves. Four episodes for four wolves..
Not a very bad idea, by the end. They serve as a reminder of what connects
these creatures to each other. They depict their story from the very beginning
to the end, almost like a bildugsroman putting emphasis on their social and
psychological development. Eventually, they grew to be a kin, united for the
same cause, guided towards one destination with one key to paradise and one
destiny. Assembled, they form a well-knit community which is almost the rarest
thing to be found. This state of perfectibility cannot, of course, be stained. That
is why <a href="http://gallery.minitokyo.net/view/40474">Kiba</a>, the last survivor, does not kill Darcia as the latter unknowingly
poisons himself with <a href="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z431/toboe6/Cheza.jpg">Chesa</a>’s blood. Being loathed by the purest of creatures,
he gets to be completely sacked out of paradise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> Undoubtedly, evil cannot be entirely exterminated
from the world. It can hide between the white flowers like a harmless “<i>worm</i>”
with “<i>no teeth for the present</i>”; but “<i>in time</i>” it will “<i>breed</i>”
“<i>venom</i>”. This metaphor, originally used by Shakespeare’s Macbeth brings
out an undeniable truth in life: The chain of malice never ends. A sorrowing fact
to admit; but it is only because the world needs to be balanced with both the
good and evil forces existing in it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">The following is a construction of musings
inspired by Lord Darcia’s statement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">“</span><i><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-TN;">There is neither perfect happiness, or joy, or life. This is because it
[life] also does not contain perfect sadness, misery or death.</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> “<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">This impossible existence of wholesomeness
drives one insane.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">It
compels us to strive In order to reach the perfect state. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">Then, inevitably, we
drift away when we meet with reality. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">Not so pleasant. Do we keep deluding
ourselves? </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">Is it our nature to wretch and prefer to be
confined in a dream,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">A boundless dream?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">Nothing is enough for us. We dream of the
impossible. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">We
admit its impossibility and yet we live to reach it. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">We
breathe in our despair and exhale all hopes for change. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">It is
utterly ludicrous to build a future upon mere fantasies and to construct plans
based on unrealistic visions.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">How
discreditable it is to be so remote from the world. </span></div>
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Oh world of reveries, ensnare us not in your spider web.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">We
have a present to live fully, to ponder thoroughly upon our futile existence
for it should be fructified and prettified. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">Goodbye
Hyacinth garden. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> I reckon you and I cannot be
unified. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">Long-sought
Rakuen, keep calling me. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> I have not abandoned the quest. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> The luring
moon will be always there to remind me of you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">It will draw my path and lead me
to infinity</span><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">where all ends and all lives.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: FR;">“</span><i><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: FR;">They say there’s no such place… as Paradise.
Even if you search to the ends of the Earth, there’s nothing there. No matter
how far you walk, it’s always the same road. It just goes on and on. But, in
spite of that… Why am I so driven to find it? A voice calls to me… It says,
“Search for Paradise.</span></i><i><span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: FR;">”<span style="color: #7030a0;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: FR;">“</span></i><i><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: FR;">Why do humans always look to the sky? Why do you try
so hard to fly when you don’t have any wings?</span></i><i><span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: FR;">”</span></i><i><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: FR;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<sup><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: small;">I particularly
liked a comment on YouTube which I find relative to my topic and worth sharing.</span></span></sup><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-bidi; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-bidi;">“ </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-bidi; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-bidi;">As humans we are always trying to find our purpose in
life and hoping that what we do here on earth is</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-bidi;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-bidi; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-bidi;"> not in vain. We continue searching for
"ourselves" and living our lives in hopes that one day we might find
a paradise. We all hope to be able live in a world where there is no worries
and there is no pain and we can finally be free...but sometimes you begin to
think if "paradise" is just a fairy tale. Like Quent said,"The
thing about fairy tales is . . . there's always some truth in 'em."<span style="color: #333333;"> ”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Down <span style="background: white; color: #666666;">–</span> </span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">steadily down it
crept.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The pendulum
hanging from a crescent pit<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">A
death-condemned, in there stepped<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Like a heap of
spirits out of frenzy knit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Down –</span>
steadily down it crept.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The man
shivering, shrieked and fell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">For hours or
days maybe slept;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">But still
remained in that one cell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Down unceasingly
towards descent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">How much he
wished it ceased to sink;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">But it swept and
swept<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Till his sanity
is wrecked<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Till the axe
almost dwelt <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">In the poor man’s
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">“Death, oh death! Come to me”, he cried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">“Peace I’ve been
denied.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I am a restless
mind, the impatient kind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Death, oh death!
Come to me”, he cried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Then reason he
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">“Glistening pit
with my own blood stained?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">By the name of
Horror, I will not faint<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Or dread your
angles of iron made. “<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He glared into
the ceiling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Hell it was
seeming.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">No escape, no
fleeing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">In tears he
burst weeping.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">A thousand deaths;
but not this one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He was rushing
to the end, and nothing could be done.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">A long shrill scream,
his last breaths outran.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Then screams
other than his, he heard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Trumpets like
thunder which did sunder<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The fiery walls
pressing him under<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The pendulum now
existing even in his asylum,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">In his dreams and his nightmarish delirium.
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div>Sarra Jouinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767402020520428791noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4204265750752809058.post-89813880156634642582012-04-06T06:30:00.000+01:002012-04-12T12:15:36.952+01:00The Masquerade: Mark Twain’s The adventures of Huckleberry Finn REVIEW<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“ I never knowed how clothes could change a body
before.</span></i><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> “ <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Dear
Huck,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Haven’t
you been introduced to the best clothing? In your moments of peacefulness on
Jackson’s Island – that “</span><i><span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">deserted stretch of land in the middle of the river</span></i><i><span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">”</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">- </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">or on that place you call home, the raft. Haven’t you worn that precious
piece when you were all naked in the nature celebrating your freedom? Have you
known only weeping as an externalization of your emotions? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Smiling
- for or for no reason and as long as it is beaming from the heart- is the best
accessory anyone can have. It is an ornament. It is a gift from the inner self
to the rest of the world that you can always offer; and it always shines back
to you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Between
the temporary satisfaction and the bitter loneliness that follows it; have you
never given a place to it? Have you never given your heart anything besides
that wish to die? Or have you been cruel to yourself just like you have been
harsh on criticizing society? Shall I now be addressing Twain, the creator of
Huckleberry and the one who “<i><span style="color: #7030a0;">told the truth</span></i>”?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> What a hideous truth! What a distorted image
of childhood!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Void
of that smile.. That beautiful smile.. That innocent smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Why
have you enwrapped yourself with this black veil of cold emotions?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Death
in every imagined story you tell to people or are those desires? Longing for a
family.. Then reality crushes it and it is destroyed. All goes back to demise
by the end. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Your
childhood has been killed too even though you have been mentally growing
throughout your long adventures. You have been taken by the stream of the
Mississippi river but also by the stream of experience. You have grown
accustomed to cruelty but at the same time introvert with the way you keep
silent on what your eyes meets and senses feel. At the same time, you are entrusting
us as readers to decipher your silence which speaks louder than words. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">What
shocks the eye makes the tongue speechless and saddens the heart . You do not
prefer to be naked at this stage and reveal your true feelings; but rather hide
behind that well-forged gate of hushed musings and unbearable lonesomeness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Nonetheless,
you cannot fake it. Dear Huck, you cannot fake it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">You
have failed in dressing up and acting as a girl. Even though, you are a “mighty
good” trickster, the lady knew you are but a fraud. You can but be yourself,
you can be but bare naked to the truth that you will have to endure dangers
alone. You will have to know the true nature of people.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> Unmask them. Look beyond their surfaces to
their rigid soulless beings and aimless lives.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Empty
mob.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> Huck.. That disguise was worthless and so are
appearances. They are phony. They are deceiving. They are valueless in front of
the potency of that very smile I have been strangling you with since the
beginning. I reckon you are estranged to it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> That’s what would make me “<i><span style="color: #7030a0;">ashamed of the human race</span></i>”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">So,
try it. Wear it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> You too dear reader, wear it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>Sarra Jouinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767402020520428791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4204265750752809058.post-39891173298439569582012-03-28T07:42:00.000+01:002012-03-28T21:53:36.107+01:00زوبعة في داخلي .<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">My body is shaking and my self-control is shrinking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">All I can do is to write about it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">My pen, my miserable comrade, forgive me for I have
overused you, abused you and you still let my fingers embrace you. Let me not
ill-use you and fall deeper in despair..anew..with you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;">
<span dir="RTL" lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">إنّي قد أغرقتُ نفسي في مشاعري و أغلقتُ</span><span dir="RTL" lang="AR-TN" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> على قلبي أبواب عقلي.. حيث
المصيرُ المحتّمُ هو أنهارٌ من دمٍ معطّرٍ تفيض من عيونٍ جافّةٍ كانت قد عشِقت
الأملَ و لم تشهد سوى الألمَ.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span dir="RTL" lang="AR-TN" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">الانكسار و الألم فالموت.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;">
<span dir="RTL" lang="AR-TN" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">لم أشأ لنفسي الوقوع في هذه
الشّباك و لم أخلها شبيهة بشباك العنكبوت. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;">
<span dir="RTL" lang="AR-TN" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">قد ألصقت فكري بحقيقةٍ تخيّلتها
و أحرقت كياني شوقا لتحقّقها .<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span dir="RTL" lang="AR-TN" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">آمال .. بل أوهام .. ثمّ خرابٌ
تمنّيتُه سراب .<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span dir="RTL" lang="AR-TN" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">و طيفُكَ حولي ليس بسراب .</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Sarra Jouinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767402020520428791noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4204265750752809058.post-46087279543080296892012-03-26T18:37:00.001+01:002012-03-26T18:47:40.945+01:00Why I Write : REVIEW ~ The Paradise Within<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">George Orwell, in his “Why I write” published in 1946, announces the derives by which any writer is pushed to translate his musings into ink on paper. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">One may have the urge to “be remembered” and to “seem clever” at once. For that, the urge is called “Sheer Egoism”. One can also write just for the sake of a good prose and for the love of congruity. The lines are, therefore, a mere reflection of a definite perception of the external beauty. An example to this “Aesthetic Enthusiasm”, is the poem “A Valentine to _ _ _ “by the American poet Edgar Allan Poe. Its composition is challenging as he inserted the name of the valentine within the lines: The first letter of the first line is the first letter of the mysterious lady’s name. The second letter of the second line is the second letter of the valentine and so on. The poem, hereafter, becomes a puzzle that mirrors the poet’s genius and his idiosyncratic concern for beauty, sounds and rhythms. As for the third desire which may form a pulse for writing is the historical motive. It consists of “storing historical facts for the purpose of prosperity”, to paraphrase Orwell’s words. The fourth and the last one is the political purpose. No book, according to Orwell, is void of a political stance. He declares “the opinion that art has nothing to do with politics is in itself a political attitude. “ <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">What I suggest is another momentum thanks to which I both inhaled and exhaled literature. One tends to let out one’s decaying past, one’s precious yet lost memories or even one’s hopes for the future, in lines. I, for instance, engrave my thoughts on paper even though I know it will probably not be read. If you are actually reading this then it means I have shown it to you; and I know that somehow you agree with what I am saying. My derive is not unique. For this reason, “sheer egoism” is not my motive. As for history, I need to admit that I scorn platitude and I am more lenient to imagination. Politics on the other hand is a net in which I wish not to be ensnared.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">I call my impulse “<i>The search of the paradise within</i>”. It is an approach to the ghastly corners of my psyche with a genial smile. A pithily wrought verse does not express what I truly feel; but it is rather an attempt to it. One does not always need reasons to be happy. Power lies in the fact that you might endure the heavy burden of the whole humanity but still manage to draw a smile for the mere sake of smiling. Thus, you are defying the malice and miseries of life. It is a search for peace and this is my sole definition for it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">When I am in a conflict with myself.. When I am too steeped in remorse or when I am worried about a dear to me, I fail to sense that peace. My sensations taste like bitterness and I strain myself to writing. Writing becomes a best friend who welcomes all your confessions. It is similar to an act of momentary purification during which my mind is cleansed from morosity. I try to direct my focus to rather existential question just to belittle my inquietude. I call it sometimes “cheating on myself”. However, in some cases it ends with a failure. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">I find myself plunging in a wider sea. I cease to see the light. I seize melancholia, my eternal blight. In the search of the paradise within one is liable to stumble upon inferno instead. Past errors even if corrected carve a hole in your memory. Black ravens roam over your heart. It is gradually metamorphosed into a graveyard of dead memories, dead hopes, dead aspirations, dead trust in one’s self. From it, comes self-loathing: These are the dark corridors of my within. I acknowledge that these last lines adhere to the previous idea and I consider it as an experimental writing. Here is then the conclusion: If one thinks one is delighted, it becomes truth. If one thinks one is doomed, it is inescapable that one will be forever doomed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">The mind is the beating heart of the psyche.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">If you convince yourself you are hopeless, then you will be soaked in despair. Otherwise, you will still find hope in hopelessness and grow inspiration even with seeds of angst. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">All for the sake of that paradise within.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfka5nB_TVLOgSd26B1UUBKNHB2ZwSQiKi-D0toHQllUMBFX77Ql2IksDdlJt56OLvk9R01kuw6cBz1Tj1tF-PrOyHVx5-DtGUORaq2C1usKJuP_HUAw_JpsPHcr4x9c_QUBGOYVL0AFw/s1600/DSCF3776.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfka5nB_TVLOgSd26B1UUBKNHB2ZwSQiKi-D0toHQllUMBFX77Ql2IksDdlJt56OLvk9R01kuw6cBz1Tj1tF-PrOyHVx5-DtGUORaq2C1usKJuP_HUAw_JpsPHcr4x9c_QUBGOYVL0AFw/s320/DSCF3776.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">[ What I want my inner paradise to look like ]</div><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></b></div>Sarra Jouinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767402020520428791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4204265750752809058.post-56677650823112145472012-03-23T21:50:00.003+01:002012-03-26T18:40:50.583+01:00It Was One Of Those Nights .. Unusual Nights.<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Is it the coffee I drunk three hours ago that kept the curtains of my eyes wide open?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Or is it the coming morrow that enthralled every cell in my body and deprived me from a good night sleep.. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Or is it <i>you</i>?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Is it my fancy that has drawn these picturesque images I am seeing or are these shades of reality?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">How shall I know?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">How shall I know what I am feeling?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Oh fantastical imaginings, how much I wish for your dimness to come to an end.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">This is not a phase of meditation or self-identification.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Merely questions.. Lucid thoughts of blurred visions that are now penned down.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Ask not about the paradox.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">It is like a maze: You know you will be lost; but you still to enter. You still dare; and I still dare to question.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I think it is because of them all.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Eventually, I could not decide. I could not know.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Looking at the bright side: I gained a friend.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">It is called <i>Insomnia</i>. I have a feeling we will be close for a while.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">At least, I know that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Sarra Jouinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767402020520428791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4204265750752809058.post-86426080943000448422012-03-06T12:43:00.000+01:002012-03-06T12:43:36.439+01:00Happiness is a state of mind that consumes time and reserves memories as a leftover.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBCuwaJoDOOdOd_ymUJ0_4WndhpRnZ2Fq3Tpat8GD52sEFG_Yc6tEb5yZo0axRsQBatD3uos3OgcY28EkVGE8uqf7R7W-gJDjhEy9lOhRhKhLwtDR3W65iZOazvIKo3I7kzaCMcx-qmnw/s1600/DSCF3789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBCuwaJoDOOdOd_ymUJ0_4WndhpRnZ2Fq3Tpat8GD52sEFG_Yc6tEb5yZo0axRsQBatD3uos3OgcY28EkVGE8uqf7R7W-gJDjhEy9lOhRhKhLwtDR3W65iZOazvIKo3I7kzaCMcx-qmnw/s400/DSCF3789.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">Hella , my beloved SoulSister</span></div><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It has been only a week since the day I took the picture but I miss you dear sister . </span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You know that moment when you have a flashback and then you smile ? </span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yeah .. </span>Sarra Jouinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767402020520428791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4204265750752809058.post-3438937490405891342012-01-21T15:31:00.000+01:002012-03-06T18:32:40.948+01:00DIVING INTO : A Valentine _ _ _ Edgar Allan Poe (1846)<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" id="table23" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="wY100px" style="font-size: 10pt; width: 523px;" valign="top"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Search narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Divine- a talisman- an amulet</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The words- the syllables! Do not forget</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And yet there is in this no Gordian knot</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Which one might not undo without a sabre,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If one could merely comprehend the plot.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of poets, by poets- as the name is a poet's, too,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Its letters, although naturally lying</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Like the knight Pinto- Mendez Ferdinando-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Still form a synonym for Truth- Cease trying!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="f14px fntAri clr333333" style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do. </span></span></div></td></tr>
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This poem bemuses me. My attempt to decode what is within the lines from the first and second reading has failed; yet this is encouraging for me.<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">"<i>whose luminous eyes, brightly expressive as the twins of Leda</i>. " </blockquote>This is reminiscent of <b>Legiea</b>'s eyes :<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq"><i>"Those eyes ! Those large , those shining , those divine orbs ! They become to me twin stars of Leda, and I to them the devoutest of astrologers." </i></blockquote>It is understandable for Poe to always refer to his favorite name "Legiea " as she is the goddess of Harmony. Many hints are revealed by the poet. "<i>The measure, the words_ the syllables</i> " restrict the search to the frame of the poem. It diverges us from the aesthetic part of the work. ; that is to say the rhythm., the imageries and the similes are not the focus of the reader. Unusually, Edgar Allan Poe addresses the riddle to the reader and urges him to decipher it.<br />
A thought has come to me. The last letter of each line seems not to work. Nor does the first letter of each line too. Another possible way would be letter one from line one, second letter from second line..<br />
The result is <b>Frances Sargent Osgood </b><br />
As always, Poe's poems and generally works are soaked in mystery . However , there is more of an amusing challenge.<br />
I am wondering whether " <i>they </i>" in the fifth line refers to the lines or the eyes, A second thought , it is the "<i>lines</i>" .<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"They hold a treasure</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Divine -a talisman-an amulet</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That must be worn at heart ."</i></div></blockquote>Sarra Jouinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767402020520428791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4204265750752809058.post-2670516768211654102011-09-18T07:03:00.001+01:002012-04-12T11:55:27.255+01:00“ Life happens when you are busy making plans “<div style="text-align: left;">
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future. The tomorrow is haunting my dreams and gulping my life .</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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feel a deep melancholy and for some reason angry. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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have always wanted to be treated , not differently but just right. I counted on
some people to beautify my existence but I ended up disappointing myself. Till
far,only few worth my trust. However, I cannot deny how scary it is for me: The
single thought of being left or forgotten. It scares me because I give too much
to not say everything. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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would like to keep faith in people, to believe that they are not all alike.
Otherwise, it would break my heart into pieces reflecting my despair and fear. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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is indeed a black hole inside of me. A kind of unbearable emptiness is eating
me; but my within is silent.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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even with these couple of lines, it is still silent. My screams are quiet .</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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miss the feeling of belonging ;but I tracked down truth and now I just want to
stick to the never ending happiness: The Love Of Almighty God .</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;">[ Published especially for my friend L<span style="color: #7030a0;">i</span>zn<span style="color: #7030a0;">a</span>.. In the
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<br />Sarra Jouinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767402020520428791noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4204265750752809058.post-83858191858152610382011-07-06T19:32:00.000+01:002011-07-06T19:32:27.961+01:00..~ Muslim Lolita ~..<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wish I knew you girls in person.. I wish I could meet you some day.. laugh with you, take pictures .. capture some beautiful memories .. A world of a pink velvet touch that is so beautiful that it becomes all you think of. Lolita world.. and not just any <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: x-small;"><b>Lolita</b></span>. It’s “ Muslim Lolita “ ;<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t be surprised with this new term.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<i><a href="http://muslimlolita.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Muslim Lolita</span></a></i>” is like any other kind of Lolita (sweet, gothic..ect) but it is restricted with the Muslim dressing code which manifests in covering the head, arms and legs, basically not showing much skin which what Lolita is about , right?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">" </span><i>Dressing up in the most modest way, reflecting inner beauty and sweetness."</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
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</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9NRPZ-ztZ2MFFRawhok9cey4YFiEgGNqx3PnosjF0q9vTJ5u1iW3FPz_-yUEjlWXRHPU0MCWsC80oaqsGpa4FxvEJcWsgJtmsGG5h6zimmMeUgeLM0EN80EZCwMgpXxn8EHiNJ79PV_c/s1600/muslimlolitacollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9NRPZ-ztZ2MFFRawhok9cey4YFiEgGNqx3PnosjF0q9vTJ5u1iW3FPz_-yUEjlWXRHPU0MCWsC80oaqsGpa4FxvEJcWsgJtmsGG5h6zimmMeUgeLM0EN80EZCwMgpXxn8EHiNJ79PV_c/s320/muslimlolitacollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #073763;">I gathered some pictures of my </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">f r i e n d s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #073763;"> ; I admire them for real </span></span><span class="apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #073763;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 115%;">♥</span> I really hope they like this, their opinions mean the world for me *O*</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Sarra Jouinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767402020520428791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4204265750752809058.post-13010366742436772862011-07-06T17:52:00.000+01:002012-01-19T18:54:32.155+01:00..~ Inaudible Cry ~..<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ribbed around the core with a tactless cord <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Wondering what have we done wrong..??!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Spent a lot of time waiting for the sun to enlighten the skies <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Wanting to smother the ones in disguise <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The ones who oppressed us, betrayed us <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For how long do we had to bear all this sus?!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Suspicious..Mistrustful.. Cautious <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Were the looks on their faces<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But, that was the first chapter of the story<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now we moved to the second part<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">..To the part of the glory <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">..<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Finally..lastly.. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We’ve been purged of all sins<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sins of the hazy cynical world<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tracking down traces of loneliness<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Craving to help the hopeless ..the aimless <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hoping to restore the divided dream<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Before the sorrow spreads and starts to seem<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Upon drifted spirits and wafted souls<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">..To be ferried away..<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Terrifically dejected <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tremendously deflated<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All along the way, the past will keep rankling<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You and I my dear, are gonna keep fighting<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We’ve been set free before, let’s try not to fall<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">..Again in this deep curtained hole <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Let’s try to retouch it all<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There’s still a lot to do<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That’s the howling fact <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Let’s accomplish the second part, let’s react</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>Sarra Jouinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767402020520428791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4204265750752809058.post-16851765402725389552011-07-06T17:36:00.000+01:002011-07-06T17:41:33.104+01:00..~ Harmony homicide ~..<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: 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</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A label to the crucified <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">soul</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Gather in here reply to my call<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Gentleness and fragility emanate from you<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I’m founding myself permeable in front of you<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Your senses and all your strength<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Divulged the fiend<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He’s brutalized in front of you, the one of kind<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Hell</span>’s gate lies open<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">To the petrified imp, you’re weakening<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Waning diminishing dwindling <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Let it burn..that demon in the agony of my anger<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Let its pain ring .. let its soreness ping <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">God knows I don’t enjoy it.. its just a transient satisfaction<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That’s gonna plunge me into relief and liberation..</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>Sarra Jouinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767402020520428791noreply@blogger.com0