Songs: Waiting-Madonna

Well, I know from experience
That if you have to ask for something more than once or twice
It wasn't yours in the first place
And that's hard to accept when you love someone
And you're led to believe in their moment of need
That they want what you want but they don't

Bridge:

Don't go breaking my heart like you said you would
Baby, you're no good
And you hurt me like no other lover ever could
Don't go making me cry
You're gonna say goodbye
Baby, tell me why
Tell me why or you're gonna have to justify this

Chorus (substituting "This" for "I'm" in 2nd line):

Waiting for you
I'm waiting
Can't you see I'm waiting for you
Don't break my heart

(repeat chorus)

It was so easy in the beginning
When you didn't feel like running from your feelings like you are now
What happened? What do I remind you of?
Your past, your dreams
Or some part of yourself that you just can't love?
I wish I could believe you
Or at least have the courage to leave you

Life has taught me that love with a man like you
Is only gonna make me blue
But I love you anyway no matter what you do
You don't come around here like you did before
When you did adore
Tell me what I did to deserve this

(chorus)
(chorus, substituting "Just" for "I'm" in 2nd line)

Intermediate:

Finally I see a different man
Only love can hurt like this can
Finally I see a different face
Tell me who is going to take my place

(bridge)

I knew it from the start that you would desert me
You're gonna break my heart
Baby, please don't hurt me
(repeat)

(intermediate)

(chorus, repeat)

I knew it from the start that you would desert me
You're gonna break my heart
Baby, please don't hurt me
(repeat)

(chorus)

Break my heart
Don't break my heart
(repeat twice)

Break my heart
You broke my heart (repeat twice)

Uh, next time you want pussy, huh
Just look in the mirror baby

مما قرأت: ازاى اعرف الصادق عن الكاذب والمخلص عن الخسيس

الصديق الكذاب! عنوان غريب؟ أليس كذلك؟! إذ كيف يكون صديقاً وكذاباً في نفس الوقت؟ الصديق مشتق من الصدق، فلا يمكن أن يكون كذاباً. والكذاب مُتلون لا يستقر على حال، ولا يمكن أن تثق منه بقول، فلا يمكن أن يكون صديقاً. وإذن كيف تداخلت الدائرتان؟!

الصديق الكذاب! إنسان محترم، قائم بحقوق الله، وبحقوق العباد، لا يقصد الإساءة لأحد، ولا يُقصِّر مع أحد، وقد يكون ممن يشار إليه بكثرة العبادة، وهو مع ذلك لطيف، حلو اللسان، لبق. ثم إنه ـ انتبهوا فهذه مهمة ـ يحفظ أحاديث ذم الكذب، ويتلوها وهو يلعن الكذب والكذابين! وهو ـ أيضا ـ لا يمكن أن يكذب ذلك الكذب الذي يُسميه مجتمعنا كذباً! ولكنه بعد ذلك ومع ذلك وفوق كل ذلك: كذاب كذاب كذاب! بالثلاث يعني!!

وقبل أن نُكمل مع صديقنا الكذاب، أحب أن أنصفه قليلاً! فهذا المسكين غير مدرك لحالته! لماذا؟! لأنه ابن مجتمع كذاب؛ مجتمع حدَّد للكذب معنى سطحياً واحداً، هو جواب السؤال: هل فعلت كذا؟ فإن قال لا فهو صادق بل وصدِّيق، وكفى الله الصادقين القتال. ثم بعد أن حدَّد هذا المجتمع هذه الدائرة الضيقة للكذب، أسَّس للكذب مدرسة ونمطاً حتى غدا مجتمعنا العربي ـ وإن أحببت المسلم ـ ماركة مسجلة على هذا الكذب! نُعرفُ به، ويُشار إلينا عندما يُذكر بالبنان! إذن صديقنا الكذاب ابن بيئته، هكذا تربى ونشأ! فهو مُخلص لبيئته، مُنسجم مع تربيته!

نعود إلى الصديق الكذاب، ونسال كيف؟

الصديق الكذاب علاقةٌ مُربِكة، لا تستطيع ضمان ما يقول، فلو قال لك: صباح الخير. للزم أن تتأكد هل الوقت صباح أم مساء.

يلقاك بوجه طلق بشوش، يسألك عن صحتك بكل حرارة، يضمك إلى صدره حتى تظن أنه سيبتلعك، يطلب منك رقم الخلوي، ويسجله أمامك، ثم يذهب وهو يعدك بأنه سيتصل بك! في الحقيقة أنت لا تستطيع التأكد إن كانت طلاقة وجهه تنمُّ عما في قلبه، ولا تعرف إن كان مهتما بصحتك فعلاً، وفي الغالب ستمر الأيام والشهور والسنون ولن يتصل! قد تقول لم لا تتصل أنت؟ وأجيبك: وهنا الكذب، إذ لم يُجبره أحدٌ على التبرع بعواطفه، وتوزيع وعوده، في حين أنه لا يعني من ذلك شيئاً. الكذب أن تقول ما لا تعني. وهو كذب غير مسجل في تعريف الكذب لدينا.

الصديق الكذاب! قلَّما يلتزم بموعد، فقد لا يأتي أصلاً، وقد يأتي ولكن بعد دهر. إنَّه صديق مزعج فأنت لا تستطيع تركه بهذه البساطة، ولكنك لا تستطيع الثقة بأي حرف يصدر عنه. وأقول لكم ـ وبلا مبالغة كما طلب أحد الأخوة ـ يندر أن أذهب إلى موعد إلا وأنا على قلق أن مواعدي لن يأتي! كيف وصلت إلى هذه النقطة؟ من كثرة المواعيد "الخوازيق"!

هذه بعض صور الصديق الكذاب، قصدت ن تكون منبهاً لكم لصور أخرى، وأظن أنكم من الآن فصاعداً سترصدون هذه الظاهرة. ولمن يسألني ما العمل مع هذا الإنسان؟ أقول: الفت انتباهَه إلى هذا الخلق السيئ، فإن لم يتنبه فأنتَ في حلٍّ منه، وفي غِنى عن صحبة من هذه حاله

كلام

و فجأة و بدون مقدمات حسيت الارض اتجمدت تحت رجليا

مش حاسة بخطوتى و لا عارفة انا فين

هو انا صحيت من النوم و لا انا لسه بحلم

لا اكيد ده لسه حلم

لا ده كابوس

طب لو كابوس انا ليه مش عارفة افوق منه

هو انتوا سامعين صوتى

طب انتوا شايفنى

الارض بدأت ننحرك

حاسة برعشة فى جسمى

نبرة صوتى بتتغير

انا اذاى وصلت هنا

انت كنت معايا صح

كنت موجود

انت شفت كل اللى كان و كل اللى كان هيكون

طب انت رحت فين

فاكر

لأ اذاى نسيت

سامعة صوت الاذان فى ودانى عالى

يا رب انت القادر على كل شئ

هو انا اللى اخترت ولا الزمن وقف و انت هناك

و كأنك جيت و مشيت و لا حسيت

يا الله

يا رحمن يا رحيم

انت اعلم بيا من نفسى

اهديلى نفسى اللى فيا و نفسى اللى مش فيا

يا رب

I dont know

In circles I roam around
I start at a point when I find I reached the end
I turn around and I am trapped within the same
I slip a leg to feel the other stuck again
I watch the time and it is moving in the wrong way
I ask you a question and you answer to another
I walk the line and I wind up no where
You come in the door and walk out the other
You turn your head to smile and I see your tear
I tell you I am here and you crawl right there
You tell me you are mine and the next morning you disappear
You take my hand in yours and you let go the next moment
Years pass and you tell me I change
I see wrinkles but I cant see the face
You promise the world you promised the other day
You give it to me one day and you take it away to someone else
Do you still know how I am
Have you ever knew me or was that all a lie
So if you can lie once last year how could you lie again this year
So if I believed you yesterday why do I believe you again today
You hurt me and I cry
You walk away and I am broken
Years pass again
You come back to hurt me again and I let you in
You finish your mission and run away as if I was never there

Almost There

No..Not Yet
I have to admit
Empty handed
A pocket full of nothing
No..Not Yet
I have to admit
I wedged it
That’s what I thought

No..Not Yet
I have to admit
So hard I stir
It must be clear
No..Not Yet
I have to admit
The truth and conviction
Do I have some
No..Not Yet
I have to admit
More time and patience
Affordable or not
No..Not Yet
I have to admit
Straight forward
Linger is the answer
No..Not Yet
I have to admit
Faith..Do I
It should come true
Cause simply, No..Not Yet
I have to admit
But I am almost there

To Make it Through

If it wasn’t for the few thoughts that keep running around in my mind I don’t where I could have been today, If it wasn’t for the reams that spark in my dark I don’t know what other options could be, if it wasn’t for the stolen moments as I call them I am sure I wouldn’t have been able to keep things in place…Even if it was only a smile here and a dream there, a glimpse on a world that never existed…it simply keeps alive…breathing and able to go on
In Reality I live…with my dreams I survive
Crazy thoughts, wild imaginations and strange hallucinations that the world around me may understand but they will never comprehend that the strings of my guitar wont keep playing unless I feed it to make it through

The Picture on The Wall

Scattered pieces on the floor
A line that digs its way across the room
The sun ray that is fading in a dark corner
A foot step that follows another
A hand tied u to the arm hanging from a leg
A black carpet and an empty frame
Traces of smoke near the edge
A dusty piano and a fire place
A bottle of wine but with one glass on the table
A crawling old cat
Piles of papers with blood stains
Rain drops on the aisle
A few words next to a few letters that had no meaning
A dream of a smile on an engraved sad face
It is only an unfinished story that had no end
Or another unfinished tune that cant be ever played

Passion or, Obsession?

Passion or, Obsession?
Are you driving or being driven?............ A Perspective

Passion is a Basic Personality trait.
You are either born with it, or without.
There is no educating, training, imprinting, or forcing you to it.
It is a Capacity which you may express with full awareness.
It may seem to take hold of you and commit you more than desired.
Most people do not have this trait of capability.
The few with it often waste it, fear it, are rejected from it.
Others, transform their world and surroundings, dramatically.
They may be honored or revered, in life, or afterwards.
Less than 10% of people have Passion as a Personality trait.

A person with passion can devote themselves with a strong and clear focus to some activity, goal, and person. Working on the passion of their Now, they live in Joy. Their passion provides them with motivation, appreciation, and reward. It stimulates their self-directedness and frustrates their relationships. Nothing else can match the attraction of their passion, until, they are finished with it, then, they are gone, back to a former commitment, or on to another opportunity or admiration. You can never persuade someone into a passionate involvement, nor, rationalize or penalize them out of it.

Obsession is an acquired pattern of attitude and behavior.
You may inherit it with energy blocks, or, build it personally.
It is a capacity running into overdrive, often in denial.
It does take hold of you. Decisions seem to be made for you.
Many people acquire some form of addiction or compulsion.
Its domination of them, wastes their time and efforts.
You may alter your surroundings, though few applaud you.
You are predictable, and ordinary, in your routines.
Denial is the lot of many persons.
So easy to distraction. So safe to avoid risk
You do what you know is expected of you, every day.
The predictable, secure lifestyle deadens stress, and life.
You always have friends if you always do for acceptance.
Peace, orderliness, war, poverty, wealth: gifts of denial.
Problems everywhere become the truism of non-involvement.

"Everything is good" becomes the message of the abdicated.

A person with passion may find it socially and personally safe and accepting to control and subvert their passion, until, their major responsibilities are met. Many of us know of famed persons who attended to providing for their families and sustaining themselves, until retirement. Then, they exercised their passion in more socially empowering ways. Perhaps they defined scientific principles that we use as standards hundreds of years later. Or a medical discovery. Or, a technical discovery that provides light or power to us.

Often a person with passion may find themselves so attracted to an irritation or frustration, confusion or possibility, that they set all aside for a period of weeks or months. Thomas Edison is reported to have secluded himself in his laboratory for as long as 11 months while he researched, uninterrupted, for a practical and workable light bulb design. After possibly more than 10,000 attempts, he succeeded. His wife and children seldom saw him during that time. For his work to be efficient, it had to be without distraction and interruption. He had to have time for reflection, imagination, failures, reverence.

"A foundation for health" will be an interactive, health enhancing, intellectually and politically stimulating, socially networked digital information resource. During 1997, I suddenly began the Project Earth section, under the motivation of Spiritual Guidance. I abandoned most work, social contact, and income for a period of 3 months. During that period, I formatted and added historical information into a chronological record, from sources I found and defined and qualified, by Spiritual Guidance. At the end of the 3 months, as Guided, I stopped, without hesitation or regret.

As time progressed, and as I became exposed, often personally, to more forms of devastating illness, I was Guided to add more topic pages to a Balancing or a Hypersensitivities website. Later, both sites would be amalgamated into one, earthtym.net, in 2000. From time to time, additional pages were added to one focus area or the other. On several occasions, in response to dramatic changes in the coding of HTML, or, the market failure of good technology, or the introduction of new technology ... which became either or both, dependable, and, accepted in the market ... I was Guided to reformat either all of the WebPages, or, the Project Earth files. I was directed that the Package of these files would be sold to the public for a minimal sum relative to the value, at some point. This target date continued to be modified and extended by changes in areas that were independent of me.

Some creative efforts are so different from the norm and the current level of knowledge that only a severely focused, joyful, curious, confident, and aggressive person is capable of the persistence, effort, and devotion necessary to bring success. Such persons often provide little care for their personal health, diet, relationships, and social involvement during such a period of intense participation. Yet, for the passionate person there is some motivation beyond themselves which lights their fire. It might be what they refer to as their God, their love for a person, their attraction to a mystery. That motivating factor both provides a start to, a boundary around, and a definition of what their success will be. When that has been achieved, their further involvement may be dropped immediately, or, decreased to a level which permits balance between the other aspects of their life.

Obsessive persons often share their involvement with a group of other individuals who may or may not be personally known to them. They often cannot remember when their obsession begun nor what the nature of their motivation is regarding it. They have no sense of when, and in what manner, there will be an indication that whatever is motivating them will be satisfied. Rather than being a temporary disruption in their lives which leads to a significant boost to their self-esteem and self-actualization, obsession often lowers their self-esteem, their self-actualization, and, severely conflicts, over a longer-term, with the balance of one or many areas of their life. By such a difference, the obsessed person is controlled by something that seems beyond their restriction or benefit.

A recent focus of Technical Development became frustrated by complications in the hardware available to me, the current development of Linux Ubuntu, and, the testing and complexity of using new and similar powerful programs. Ubuntu was in a major transition to a new version, one of the first or few in 2 years of development. OpenOffice had almost reached a point such that I could retire WordPerfect, a favorite of mine for over 12 years. Quanta Plus had reached, almost, a level of HTML editing facility, to match several HTML editors which had only been available on Windows. Other programs of significance were available in Linux versions, yet were difficult to install on Ubuntu. MANY programs had to be researched and familiarized with. A hoped for weeks long period of transition bled into months.

The second part of "A foundation for health" had originally been a singular website. It focused on the Balancing Therapy, which I had founded with Spiritual Guidance. This approach had saved my life, when the medical and alternative expertise of the times had given me no option but death in the immediate future. I had continue to develop this therapeutic approach as I assisted many other people towards improved health, and, as I learned to apply the method with greater span and discernment, as appropriate for specific individuals. When the development had matured enough, I was suddenly Guided to convert my findings and understandings into webpages, a course, and, a website. The HTML coding and authoring involved 6 weeks of passionate work, in 1998.

A third part of "A foundation for health" also became a website. It focused on understanding, avoiding, and recovering from Hypersensitivities and chronic health problems. This was an extension of my personal experience and success in this area and as an awareness building and self-empowerment information tool to the site visitor and participant. It was also begun in 1998 and was initially completed and hosted after 4 weeks of intensive work. In each of these involvements, I began the work without any plan, any expectation of what, or how much, would be included, how long it would take, or how I would survive financially. All of these were left in Trust to the God from whom I received the Spiritual Guidance.

You have to be willing to try something when you are confident that it will work for you, not wait until others have proven it for you. You have to be willing to take the time to perform the quality activities that others say they haven't the time for. You may have to decline, avoid, or refuse offers of items which provide short-term enjoyment for long-term health demand --- payment.

I rejoiced in my spiritual perspective, opportunities for learning, passion for living, and respect for self and others. I became known by what I did. Not many of us are remembered for what we are.

As Spiritually Guided, I took a death trip to Australia in 2002 with an intent of training two others to refine their receipt and accuracy of Spiritual Guidance. When they had gained that ability, they would be able to take the Project Earth, Balancing Therapy, and Health Enhancement information from the digital resources to the public. Severely ill through that time, I could only assist them and respond to their interest. In outcome, they proved lacking in Passion and wasted their opportunity looking for shortcuts, human gods, and miracles. I recovered from the deathly illness, acquired a third severe whiplash injury, and returned to Canada following a quick recovery from that.

If you are passionate about the Will of God, you ask, follow in Faith, and learn to be patient about an understanding of your direction .. which you may not clearly perceive or experience for months or years. As Spiritually Guided, I befriended a spiritually and perceptually gifted person who was sabotaged by a severity of energy blocks, intense destructive imprinting, and a depressing environment. I assisted her in releasing all her energy blocks and encouraged her to continue refining her skills and awareness through an opportunity in New Zealand. With a demonstration of great personal determination, clarity, and spiritual faith, she chose this direction. I later met her there and we continued on together through many severe challenges, there, and back in North America.

In North America, we prepared to publish the ready digital work, yet, found that God had Faith in us, more than we did, to add another significant part to the proposed Resource. Within weeks of each other, we both acquired CFS-ME variations. Neither of us would have survived had we not had a Trust in God, reinforced by the continual and revealing Spiritual Guidance which we requested and received many times each day. A most unlikely pair, in the eyes of others, our differences tested every boundary, expectation, and weakness that remained with either of us. An understanding of the Package of Illnesses, known as CFS-ME, enough to assist most others with it towards Recovery, grew out of our successes, failures, and after-recovery revelations. That, has become the fourth significant addition to A Foundation for Health.

The technology to provide a dependable platform of availability for low cost to the public was further complicated by 3 further issues. A website hosting company, large and popular, became untrustworthy and undependable and had to be replaced. Complications extended what had been a several days process several years earlier into a several weeks strain. A laptop computer that was 4 years old had to be replaced for it was technically far out of date with minimal memory, minimal storage, only USB-1 ports, and a manufacturer's version of Windows XP which seemed in constant conflict with the hardware. Yet, this had been one of the better equipped, affordable, units, when purchased. While I had been using a dual boot Linux Ubuntu and Windows XP on a Dell Desktop, the storage on it now became too small to safely, in a longer term, sustain both an updated Ubuntu and a Windows 7. It had to be reformatted and loaded with the only a new Ubuntu version.

In late 2008, within hours, we both could physically and emotionally DO what had been impossible for each of us for most of FIVE years. This was partly possible because of the measures we had taken to stay alive in the meantime and to address the series of severe health problems which arose for us. After a few months of vigorous activities, I was Spiritually Guided to begin a CFS-ME digital reference which would share the significant and relevant findings I had discovered together with the dramatic and successful results of our own Guided innovations. Initially, I expected, or hoped, and believed that this new work would be completed in 2 or 3 months. After more than 9 months of intensive effort, 90% was complete. As always, I continued to learn as I went. There was seldom any editing in what was written. It became obvious, that had I, or We, known what was in this section, we would never have acquired CFS-ME, or, would have recovered within months, not years.

Opportunities had presented from 2000 through 2002 which resulted in dramatic experiences which extended both the depth of the understanding of energy blocks, for the Balancing Therapy, as well as the introduction of new, subtle, and dramatic variations. There was also a first attempt to involve others in the potential publicity of and sale of the materials. Many opportunities and challenges presented, most of which involved success only through the most firm Faith and Trust in Spiritual Guidance which enabled me to avoid, sustain, and recover from incidents and health matters which could have been fatal, and, almost were.
Passion is total involvement.
It is not acting out, hysteria, or rage. It is not being with it but being within it.

It is being there in reality. You cannot be aware and distant at the same time. To be spiritually Guided you must release your experience driven defences and embrace reality. With that openness, you will have a passion for your mission, whatever it is. Surrounded by the negative influences of materialism, the spiritually aware person must restrict their involvement in the human constructed commercial reality so that their massive empathy (love), sentimentality (grief), and romanticism (hope) are not spent uselessly in torrential outpourings. Rather, the spiritually aware person accepts that their capacity to experience reverence depends upon their self-directed choice of environment.

I have been competently involved in many more fields of work and study than I could ever have wished for. I have travelled farther and with greater mystery and adventure than most people, and with fewer financial resources than are available to many. I have seen the miracle of people's lives making huge enhancing changes, often within short periods, with the Joy that I assisted. I have myself recovered from injuries and illness many times which human experts proclaimed they had no hope of. I had better physical health at age 50 than I had at age 20; my worst several years later. After an 90%, almost immediate recovery to my best-in-life health state, I have coasted along during the past 14 months of extreme stress. Soon, I will be growing more healthy, along with the participants who benefit from "A Foundation for Health".

That fourth part of "A foundation for health" was not begun until February of 2009. It would address the topic of Understanding and Recovery from the Package of illnesses generally termed CFS-ME (Chronic Fatigue Syndrome -- Myalgic encephalomyelitis). Between the Fall of 2003 until December of 2008, I, and within 2 weeks, my new wife, acquired CFS-ME. It took us many months to first determine what OTHERS would call what we had. It took 2 years of aggressive searching and interaction before we both received a professional medical assertion that we had CFS-ME, with no or little hope of recovery or even improvement. It took the remaining years for us to continue to sustain ourselves alive, addressing one severe issue after another, until, I could unravel the similar and different factors which were making, and keeping, us both severely chronically ill. Once that was determined, a dependable recovery from CFS-ME was quick.

As another indication of Passion and not Obsession, I was Spiritually Guided in mid-November, 2009, to set aside further completion of the CFS-ME section until I could make a full conversion of my computer operation from Windows XP operating system to Linux Ubuntu. I made this change of involvement in ONE day. While I would experience short periods of desire to return to the CFS-ME section and complete it (I highly dislike unfinished projects) I did not, until the core technical considerations were resolved.

Commitment and Passion are often different aspects of the same thing.

Passion is doing something not just because you like doing it but because it will make a difference in the world in the longer term. Just doing what you like because it provides a personal satisfaction will eventually become dull. There are only so many ways in which you can get satisfaction doing something for yourself. There is a finite limit of how well you can provide that satisfaction before you cross the line into obsession, or, denial. At that point, It is controlling you.

With passion, there is no limit to the number of ways in which satisfaction will come to you for you are addressing everyone, not just yourself. That "everyone" provides you with a constant challenge of discovering and providing new or better ways of doing what you do. That "everyone" means that you cannot make the outcome a sure thing because the others you chose to work with must also choose to work with you, and, must be capable of sharing in their recovery --- or willing to learn how to. Passion is what can change choice into commitment. It is a guarantee of reward that is as everlasting as your participation.

This major computer conversion had been considered and tried earlier but could never be completed. Before, key types of programs had never been available, or in a form completed enough in Linux versions with adequate features and a user friendliness. As a Spiritually Guided Resource, the global availability of it could NOT depend upon the long and persistent immorality of Microsoft Windows with its foundation of deceptive marketing and manipulative business practices. This administrative "technical adjustment" became a later known significant step for had "A foundation for Health" been completed first and then I have to sustain the extreme frustration of the conversion, perhaps no person could have withstood that with patience, and, passion

Detachment for Passionate People

Detachment for Passionate People
Thursday, January 26th, 2012 | Posted in Barefoot Living
(http://lifeunconstrained.com/detachment-for-passionate-people)
I don’t want to call it a fight, but a frequent…heated discussion in our house has to do with me and my writing.
See, I’m not a writer. I know this. I might not know what I am some days, but I know I am not a writer.
Writing has never come easily to me – in fact, the only F that ever appeared on my report card was for an English class where the professor loved to have us write essays in class, on demand. Not. My. Thing.
But, yanno, I blog. I write newsletters and e-books and course materials and stuff. I’ve chosen to do a certain amount of writing. But inevitably, when I sit down to write, I stare at a blank screen or piece of paper. And stare. And stare. And then tromp off into my love’s office and pout: “I have a $thing to write, and I’m stuck!”

Her answer, without fail, is “just go write.”
Just go write.
I’ve really grown to dislike that phrase. And oh, I fight it. “I can’t – the words won’t come out” or “I don’t know how to say the thing that’s in my head”. Whatever my excuses, I fight and argue and pout some more until I finally return to my own damn office, curl up on my weird not-a-couch cushiony area with printer paper and a fountain pen, and start putting bloody words on the bloody paper.

And sometimes it even works.
So why is this so damn hard, especially when I know it works?
Because in order to “just write”, I need to detach from the outcome. I need to not only give up the desire to write the Best Blog Post Ever that is Non-Rambly, Incredibly Helpful, Gets Perfectly to the Point and is Made of Awesome and Win, but I also need to let go of the idea that I’m creating anything at all.

See, that “just write” exercise? Often outputs pages and pages and pages of nonsensical or otherwise unusable bits of recycling. And oh, my brain hates that. I want to be creating, producing, making things! Not practicing. (I can practice guitar for hours, but writing? Not so much. Figure that out.)

It’s more than that, though. I am a very passionate person. (I’m an Aries. I was born this way.) I dive headfirst into things, often recklessly. (What? I like to watch things go boom.) But with that passion comes desire, and with that comes attachment.

Attachment and the passionate person: the more you know
When a passionate person like me puts her energy into something, we’re building a connection. It’s a part of us. Its success is our success. Its failure is our failure. (And there may be some control issues nestled in there too. Ahem.)

But detachment can be useful, right? When you’re learning something new, trying to write a blog post, dealing with certain situations…detaching from the outcome can really, really help.
So what’s a passionate person to do?

Get some perspective.
What’s the worst thing that’s going to happen if I write five pages of gobbeldygook instead of a blog post? Global thermonuclear war? Yeah, I didn’t think so. Just no new blog post tomorrow. Check.

Listen to the fear.
When you’re tied to an outcome, it’s frequently because you’re afraid of the alternatives. What are they? Why do they scare you? What can you learn from that? remember, fear doesn’t have to be your robot overlord.

Redefine success.
Reframed and without the fear, what does the task at hand look like to you? How can you redefine what it means to rock that shit? Maybe success is making two phone calls, not booking five interviews. Maybe it’s learning that pesky F#m chord rather than the whole song. Or, yanno, writing for ten minutes, even if all you write is “I have nothing to say” over and over again.

Practice.
Mastery doesn’t come in an hour, or a day, or a week, or a month. Hell, it takes a month or so just to create a habit! Just because a skill (and detachment is a skill!) requires practice doesn’t mean you’re bad at the thing that you’re trying to detach from. It only means that you’re trying to learn something. And learning is a beautiful thing, my friend.

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Don’t give up your passion. That passion keeps you burning bright, keeps you moving, loving, doing. But know that it’s okay to step back once in a while. Flexibility is a thing of beauty. (Or at least that’s what I hear. :) )

Hidden Words

There is a thin line hidden on every page I read

There is a black spot in every white page I open

There is a strange light in every dark room I open

There is an unheard rhythm in every silent motion

There is a place that I don’t dare to talk about

A box that I don’t want to open

A question that I know its answer but I cant say it

A truth that I cant face

The thin sugar trace in the bottom of my coffee cup

The simple smile hiding behind my tears

The deepest secrets that cant be shared

The chest that remains dusty till the end of time

The dress that looks nice but I can’t wear

It is the certainty that I cant bare

Can I even write a line about it

I dare my hands to do

Can I even think that I can spot it

I dare my mind to do

The whole point lies…that I can’t state for a fact

That it’s even alive

الرساله الرابعه: انت منى:

اليوم و قد مر ليال كثيرة و انا ابتظر فيها لقاءنا هذا...
سرت الى جانبه كالطفلة الصغيرة اترنح مع انغام الموسيقى و اتعلق بيده خوفا من ان يهرب الحلم الجميل منى، ضحكت و كأننى لم اضحك من قبل، عرفت لونا جديدا للحياة لم اعهده قط، رأيت العالم من حولى و كأننى لم اطأ قدم فيه قبل ذلك اليوم...
كانت ليلة شتاء يملأها الصقيع و على رغم من ذلك فكنت اشعر بدفء يغمرنى كمولود رضيع بين ذراعى امه..اغمضت عينى لوهلة..و تمنيت ان يكون العالم من حولى ملك لنا...
نعم انه يحبنى..نعم انه بجوارى..انه يعلم جيدا كيف يملأ اركان حياتى بالسعادة..انه يعلم جيدا ان اسعد اوقاتى اقضيها و انا اعيش طفولتى التى بدأت منذ ان عرف الحب قلبى...
يا الله...هل هذا هو الامل الذى لطالما حييت من اجله..اليس هذا هو العالم الذى حلمت به و عشت فيه فوق اوراقى..اليس ذللك هو الحب الذى ذبت عشقا من اجله
كفانى ان اعرف انك اليوم معى و لا يهم ماذا يحمل الى الغد...فاليوم انت منى ..اليوم اشرق صباحا اضاء عالمى بوجودك و اثرى قلبى

بعشق اوقات امضيها و انا عالقة بين قطبى العشق و الامل...اليوم انت منى موجود فهل لى ان احلم بصباح اخر القاك فيه..

ساكتفى بحبك الذى يغمر ليلتى فى سماء العشق و احلم بغدا يحمل الى صوتك يا حبيبى...

لا اعلم...لكنى احبك

لا ادرى اين تذهب الحروف حينما ابحث فيها عن اسمك

لا ادري لما تحتار العقول كلما ذكرت سيرتك

لا ادرى مما تخاف القلوب عندما احكى عن عشقك

لا اعلم و انا لازلت ارتشف اللذه الاولى من حبك

اتدرى الى اين يأخذنى عطرك

اتدرى الى متى اجوب فى طرقات عالمك

اتدرى مما احترق فى ليلك

لا اعلم و انا لازلت احبو برفق فى قلبك

لا ادرى كيف لى ان اسرى فى دمك

لا ادرى هل يوم سيأتى و اقف بجوارك

لا ادرى ان كانت الدنيا ستحمل الى اخبارك

لا اعلم و انا الطفلة الصغيرة تربت فى دربك

اتدرى كم سأم الناس حديثى فى وصفك

اتدرى كم سهرت اتأمل ملامحك

اتدرى كم نسج خيالى فى قصصك

لا اعلم و انا من هام قلبى فى الحب يعدو اليك

الحب..... و اشياء اخرى

من المؤكد علميا و نظريا و من خبرات من سبقونا فاننا نعلم جيدا ان هناك اختلاف جذرى و شامل بين تكوين عقل الجنسين المتصارعين دائما و ابدا على البقاء

لكن يستوفقنا جميعا ظاهرة غريبه..لماذا يولد الحب بين الرجل و المرأة و لكنه سرعان ما يذوب فى طيات الاختلاف الطبيعى لكونهم كائنين مختلفين تماما من حيث التكوين الفكري و الاهداف و الاتجاهات و الدوافع

فعندما نتحدث عن الحب غالبا ما نغفل عن ذكر...الاشياء الاخرى

قد يتفق الرجل و المرأه على هدف معين مثل الزواج مثلا (مع كل احترامى للاراء المختلفة عن كون الزواج هدف ام وسيلة).... و لكن سرعان ما نجد ان تفكير الرجل يذهب فى اتجاه و يندفع تفكير المراه فى الاتجاه المعاكس، و مع ان الهدف واحد لكن التفكير فى اليات التحقيق و النتائج التى ستتبعه و سبل الوصل اليه مختلفة تماما!!

كيف و الهدف واحد...

يرى البعض ان الاختلاف هو امر منطقى بل و الاهم من ذلك هو محاولات الاقناع المستمرة فى انه مكمل لكل العناصر التى يفتقدها الاخر و من ثم يتم توجيه الامور لاقناع انفسهم بان الامور على ما يرام، و عند هذه النقطة فكلاهما يغفل ان هذا الاختلاف الذى يؤدى الى البعد عن تحقيق الهدف الاساسى المتفق عليه

منذ فترة قررت ان اجرى انا و الطرف الاخر اختبار بسيط لقياس مقدرة كل منا على فهم الاخر...فكان على كل منا ان يتقمص شخص الاخر و يتحدث بلسانه و يفكر مثله و يحاول اقناع الطرف الاخر بوجهة نظره...

عمليا كانت نسبة نجاح التجربة لا بأس بها، مما دعانى لكى افكر فى ان كل طرف عليه فى معظم الاحيان و خاصة عند اتخاذ القرارات او فى ظل اى اختلاف قائم بينه و بين الاخر فعلى كل منهم ان يضع نفسه بكامل طاقته فى محل الطرف الثانى ثم يبدأ باعادة النظر الى الامر ذاته...

الهدف من تلك التجربة هو ان يعرف كل من الرجل و المرأه انهم مختلفين فى التكوين العقلى و الترتيب المنطقى لافكارهم و من ثم فيجب عليهم ايجاد نقطة التقاء عند تبادل الادوار

دائما يتسأل كل من الطرفين، اين ذهب الحب الجارف الذى جمع بيننا فى يوم من الايام و تكون غالبا الاجابة المنطقية هى ان مصاعب الحياة الهت كل منا عن التفكير فى مثل هذه الامور و كلما انغمسنا اكثر فى الدنيا كلما تباعدت المسافات، و فى معظم الاحيان يستعوض الطرفين بكلمة العشرة الطيبة عن كلمة الحب فينسى كل منهم

ان ما جمع بينهم اولا كان الحب و ليست الايام....

فى بادئ الامر كان الحب هو الدافع الاساسى لوجود الطرفين معا ثم غفل كل منهم عن مناقشة الاشياء الاخرى، فنسى الطرفين ان يبحثوا عن نقاط الالتفاء الفكرى و المعنوى بينهم و قياس درجة التقارب فى الافكار و العادات و القسائم المشتركة التى تجمع بينهم...بل و الاسواء من ذلك هو ان كل منهم تناسى و غض البصر عن نقاط الاختلاف بدلا من مناقشتها و من هنا بدت الاشياء الاخرى شئ مهمش و ليس عاملا اساسيا فى تكوين العلاقة السليمة...

و بمرور الوقت و مع زيادة حجم التعاملات بين الطرفين اخذ الحب فى الذوبان و انطلقت فى الصعود الاشياء الاخرى لتبرز مفاتن الاختلاف و تشوه العلاقة المبنية على اساس الحب و تحيلها لشئ بعيد تماما عما كان فى مخيلة كل من الطرفين

لذا فكان على ان افكر اليوم فى ان الاشياء الاخرى قد تبدو لى ذات طابع سخيف يشوب مشاعر الحب الجميلة بيننا و لكن اذا اطلقت العنان لها و غضضت الطرف عنها فانها ستنمو مع الوقت لوحش كاسر يلتهم الحب الجميل فيهدم الحلم باكمله...لذا فان اراد الحب يوما البقاء فعلينا ان نفكر جيدا فى كل الاشياء الاخرى

Desperate hallucinations

Don’t you feel sometimes that your mouth cant utter a word despite your head is full of thoughts and words that you want to scream every single letter
Don’t you feel sometimes that you are angry yet you don’t have the luxury of letting it out to the open?
Don’t you feel sometimes that all the letters in the alphabet are never enough to explain all the feelings that are crushing your heart?
Don’t you feel sometimes that you want to bust in tears yet you can't shed any because you know that your tears will hurt someone else
Don’t you feel sometimes that you must hold the pain in your heart to protect someone you love from being hurt?
Don’t you feel sometimes that you just need to talk and he would listen but without opening your mouth
Don’t you feel sometimes that you must play calm when your veins are burning with boiling blood mixed with tears?
Don’t you feel sometimes that you wish that day just passes and carry away all what it holds within?
Don’t you feel sometimes that it is too hard to draw a smile on your face like a clown to hide your tears so he won't see them?
Don’t you feel sometimes that you just wish he could just understand you and feel you and tells you it is going to be alright?
Don’t you hate the feeling of being left out?
Don’t you wish that those moments just pass?
Don’t you hope that it never happened and that was all a big lie?
Don’t you disguise the feeling of the same shit happening all over again and simply you cant do anything to stop it cause you never did and you never will cause also you were never in control

Loosing My Child

From the very first moment I felt our connection,
Another heart was beating deep from inside me,
I can hear his cries calling my name,
I can feel his need for me,
Chasing after those little cries I ran despite my exhausted body from the long journey
Oh my poor baby, I reached out my hand to touch his face, felt my skin melting with his, we were simply merging to become one.
He stretched his small arms to hold on to me, barely opened his eyes to let in the light from my eyes to shine his world
Stiff and firm he squeezed into my soul, consuming all my feelings to start his own,
I held him close to feel his breath on my face, it was so weak, I kissed him on his mouth so that he can breathe from my lungs, it was a matter of seconds when I felt that he was sucking all the air and I didn’t think twice, I was taken away by the one and only feeling to save my child,
Please stay.
Please stay
I cant feel my body any longer,
He was sucking the blood from my veins,
The blood was running away from my fragile body to his
Drop by drop
All that was told later
His eyes were shinning with my spark
With my essence
With my blood
I looked up to him but at that moment I can't touch him anymore
I heard the final call
It was my name
He lived…and I left…

رسائل

مقدمة:

اليوم و قد مضى من العمر كثيرا ما بين صراعات و محاولات لاقلامى و دفاترى استطعت ان اصل الى نقطة البداية...استجمعت من اركان نفسى الاشياء التى كنت اتكئ عليها فى ركن بعيد مظلم و اتخذت القرار ان القى بها بين يديك..نعم لقد اعددت قواى للمواجهة و ها انا ذا اقص عليك ملامحى فى رسائل خاطفة..علها تحمل اليك حبى الذى قد اراح انحناء ظهرى من حمول الرحلة الطويلة...سانزل الحقائب معك واحدة تلو الاخرى الى ان نصل سويا لاجمل رساله حب عرفها الزمان

هذه الرسائل هى نتاج احلامى، مخاوفى، و قطار ايامى التى مضت و لم تكن فيها سوى الحلم الذى طال انتظاره...

لقد اجتزت وقتا طويلا انمق الكلمات و ارتب اقكارى و لكنى قررت اخيرا ان ادع كل هذا لقلمى  ليقص هو عليك ما عجز لسانى عن حمله اليك...سافتح دفاترى القديمة و اتركك تجوب فيها برفق..لا يهم الاحداث و لا الاشخاص فغالبا هم جميعا من نسج خيالى فانا كما تعلم لطالما عشت بينهم و معهم سنين طويلة...

الرساله الاولى: الميلاد:

بعد ان ازحت النوم من عينى، ارحت جفنى قليلا...تسلل الضوء الى اعماقى شيئا فشيئا و كأنه يشق دربا جديدا مخترقا ذلك الجدار العتيد

احسست بالهواء يسرى فى صدرى، اخذت نفسا عميقا و كأننى استنفذ كل الهواء من حولى...

لم ادرك حينها انه قد مضى من الوقت كثيرا و انا غائبة عن العالم.....مرت تلك اللحظات القليله و كأننى لم اتركها قط

تمعنت النظر فى كل ما حولى و كأننى افيق للمرة الاولى...اتفقد كل شئ بنظرة عميقة كمولود يرى الحياة للمرة الاولى

شعرت بالدم يسرى مجددا فى عروقى و كأنه يشق طريقه من جديد فى تلك العروق الوهنة ليبعث فيها روح الحياه

تحسست اناملى برفق حتى لا تفزع منى و كأنما طفل رضيع يشعر بالهواء يداعب انامله للمرة الاولى

نهضت شيئا فشيئا من فراشى...اتحسس مواضع اقدامى..انها خطواتى الاولى..

نظرت حولى قليلا و كأننى اقابل اشيائى للمرة الاولى..مهلا...لازلت فى حيرة من امرى ..الم يخطر ببالك ان هذا هو اللقاء الاول بيننا....

الرساله الثانية: ابحث عنك:

عدت اليوم الى اوراقى فانا لا املك رفيق سواها..لا املك من الدنيا سوى خيط من الاحلام انسجها فى دفترى كل ليلة.. اغمض عينى فاحيا بها الى الصباح. و لكنى املك ايضا دعائى لمولاى عز و جل..اشكو له حالى و هوانى فيشملنى برحمته لأحيا صباحا جديدا

هل ستظل دموعى عالقة فوق وجنتى الى الابد؟ هل سيظل الحزن سجين قلبى الى الابد؟ الى متى ستطاردنى هواجس الخوف؟ الى متى سادفن رأسى فى وسادتى لاخفى دموعى عن كل من حولى و اترك مشاعرى تحيا فوق سطور دفاترى القديمة

لا اعلم اليوم الى اين تأخذنى الايام..اخطو اليك و انا متعبة..محملة باثقال الماضى الذى يأبى ان يترك مخيلتى...نعم جئت ابحث عنك بين اوراقى فاين انت منى...لا اعلم كيف لى ان القى بنفسى فى احضان الليل الطويل و هو لا يحمل لى سوى ذكرى لعمر حزين...هل ضعفى لعنة..لم احتاج اليك..هل ابحث فيك عن عمرى الذى ضاع منى فى دروب الماضى...و لكن كيف لى ان القى بحبى بين يديك و انا حتى لا اعلم من انت..ابى، امى، اخى ام من دمى..كلا..لست واحدا منهم..فكيف لى ان اطمئن على قلبى و انا احمله اليك...

قف..فاننى قادمة اليك..اسير بخطى ثابتة و كأننى اعرف الطريق جيدا..نعم انا اعرفه جيدا...لقد فاض بى الكيل و انا ابحث عن هذا الطريق منذ زمن بعيد فهل تعتقد اننى سافقد اثره اليوم و هو سبيلى الوحيد اليك!!

انتظرنى قليلا فسآتى اليك لنبحث سويا عن حياة لطالما حلمنا بكل الوانها معا...

الرسالة الثالثة: اللقاء الاول:

لا ادرى اين تذهب الحروف حينما ابحث فيها عن اسمك

لا ادري لما تحتار العقول كلما ذكرت سيرتك

لا ادرى مما تخاف القلوب عندما احكى عن عشقك

لا اعلم و انا لازلت ارتشف اللذه الاولى من حبك

اتدرى الى اين يأخذنى عطرك

اتدرى الى متى اجوب فى طرقات عالمك

اتدرى مما احترق فى ليلك

لا اعلم و انا لازلت احبو برفق فى قلبك

لا ادرى كيف لى ان اسرى فى دمك

لا ادرى هل يوم سيأتى و اقف بجوارك

لا ادرى ان كانت الدنيا ستحمل الى اخبارك

لا اعلم و انا الطفلة الصغيرة تربت فى دربك

اتدرى كم سأم الناس حديثى فى وصفك

اتدرى كم سهرت اتأمل ملامحك

اتدرى كم نسج خيالى فى قصصك

لا اعلم و انا من هام قلبى فى الحب يعدو اليك

The platform--episode 1

Episode 1---Finding my way:

On a very hot summer afternoon I was roaming around to find where can I buy a newspaper to take with me on the train, the place was too crowded and the voices were so loud that I can barely hear my thoughts.

While opening my wallet and paying the man the price I saw a woman standing around the corner holding five kids in two hands, she seemed so worn out and almost dying for a bench to throw her body on, I took the papers and started walking towards the platform to wait for my train, I have to memorize this place as I am going to be here everyday at 8.

The clock on the wall strike 7 and I knew it was too early but i would rather come early than miss my train. I recognized that I had a meeting at 12 so I have to work on my way till I reach there, I wasn’t thinking much about that as I was taken by the crowd around me and I thought why not open a conversation with the waiting others and this is what happened on the first day.

I walked to the corner where I found a bench, an old man was sitting alone, holding a hot glass of tea, his blue suit told me that he was a worker and the wrinkles around his eyes meant that he was in the late 50s, I can also count 3 to 4 black hair threads that I can spot under his hat. What amazed me the most is that he had this strange prolonged gaze at the tea as if he was lying under the sun on the beach enjoying his tea on his own…I walked toward him and I smiled and the conversation started with a "good morning ya hag"….

3am Hassan: Saba7 el ward ya benty

Me: Tell me ya hag, howa enta bet7eb el shay awe keda

3am Hassan: yaaaaaaaaaaah, da el yom mayb2ash yom men ghier kobayet el shay dee

(Me: smile)

3am Hassan: y3ny enty sebty el raseef kolo w gety tetkalemy m3a el ragel el 3agooz w sayba shabab zay el ward henak (Smile)

Me: Enta el kheir wel baraka ya 7ag, dana mabsoota enee wa2fa batkalem m3ak

3am Hassan: rabena yekremek ya benty, enty shaklek ray7a balad el ba7r, eb2ee salemee 3lieh w ew3ee el shoghl yakhdek w temsheesh ganbo w teshmee hawah (sigh)

Me: tesda2 ya 7ag, da awel yom leya henak, w lesa mesh 3arfa ha3mel eah, bafakar akalem modeeree yen2lnee hena asahal

3am hassan: shofee ya benty, el safar feeh saba3 fawayed, sa7ee7 ana mesh 3aref eah homa, bs homa alolna kda enohom sab3a, khodee menhom wa7da menee w ermee 7moolek 3al ba7r wenty rag3a w

ed3elee b2a

I smiled and heard the clock strike 8 and it was time for me to go, I greated the old man and waved to him and left. I stepped my foot on the train and searched for my seat, and the moment I placed my tired feet on the ground, I closed my eyes and laid my head back and smiled, I remembered the words of the old man "throw your burdens to the sea and come back empty handed"

Next episode….(The missing bag)

Blocks

All I can see now are loads of blocks that are making it impossible to even see the road ahead,
Blocks that are so high that I can't even seek the blue sky,
Blocks that are so solid that can't allow me to see through,
Blocks that are so strong that I cant even carry them away,
Blocks that are so hard that I cant dig a tunnel within,
Blocks that make me feel how small and weak I am,
Blocks that shows me the truth yet not showing me how to pass to it,
Blocks that bring tears to my eyes that flow and I can't stop them,
Blocks that yell at me that nothing I do is good enough to remove them from my way,
Blocks that made of me a hero to see them standing tall like landmarks and I cant help doing anything but watch,
Blocks that tears the last bond between me and life,
Blocks that keeps everything behind it that I cant even know what is lying on the other of it,
Blocks that are so dull as if it stole all the colors and captured it inside those huge cubes,
Blocks that are so harsh that I can't get near them or I will suffer from ever lasting scars,
Blocks that reflect the reality that I have been always trying to hide or run away from,
Blocks that arrested by smile and held in imprisoned till the day I part, blocks that shows me that finally I can't see anything but…those blocks

Whatever

Scattered pieces of a puzzle on the floor

A line that digs its way across the room

The sun ray that is fading in a dark corner

A foot step that follows another

A hand tied u to the arm hanging from a leg

A black carpet and an empty frame

Traces of smoke near the edge

A dusty piano and a fire place

A bottle of wine but with one glass on the table

A crawling old cat

Piles of papers with blood stains

Rain drops on the aisle

A few words next to a few letters that had no meaning

A dream of a smile on an engraved sad face

It is only an unfinished story that had no end

Or another unfinished tune that cant be ever played

حركة الشباب المستقل-خطوات ايجابية و جادة

Bassma Elrayan
ليك يا بلدى

بما ان كل المصريين نفسهم يشاركوا فى تطور بلدهم و النهوض بها و بشعبها عشان
تبقى احسن

و بما ان كلنا حابيين نساهم فى الحياه السياسيه بشكل عملي

و بما ان كل واحد فينا له صوت مسموح و بيفرق ف الانتخابات

و بما ان الاستفتاء اللي فات كان في ناس كتير قوى مش عارفه هى ليه بتقول اه او لأ

و ناس اكتر منزلتش من اساسه لأنها مش عارفه تقول ايه او مش حاسه ان صوتها هيفرق

و بما ان كلنا متفقين ان الثورة عظيمه بس مش ده اللى احنا كنا عايزينه بالضبط

و بما ان كلنا متفقين ان البلد دى و ناسها يستاهلوا احسن من كده بكتير

و بما اننا عايزين نبقى احسن و كلنا عايزين نبقى سياسيين

فواجب علينا نوعى الناس و نفهمهم علشان مينضحكش عليهم

و واجب علينا قبل اما نعمل حزب نفهم كل اهالينا و جيرانا و الناس اللى حوالينا

و واجب علينا نشتغل صح لجل ما صوتنا يوصل للى فوقينا

و ده طبعا عن طريق كل المصريين اللى هيفهموا حقوقهم القانونيه و الانسانيه و واجباتهم تجاه بلدنا اغلى ما لينا

و لأن كل واحد فينا يقدر يساعد بحاجه

و لأن كل واحد فينا لازم لبلده يعمل حاجه

ولأننا لازم نشتغل صح و مفيش قدامنا وقت نضيعه

و بما ان كل قصور الثقافه مفتوحه لتوعيه الناس سياسيا

ولأن فى شيوخ كتير متفقين معانا في فكرنا الوسطى الديمقراطى

ولأن فى متخصصيين هيدربونا و يشرحولنا مفاهيم سياسيه و حقوقيه

ولأن في أساتذة تنميه بشريه هيدربونا ازاى نوعى المجتمع و نتعامل مع الشارع بصفه عامه و السيايه بصفه خاصه

و لأن كل واحد فينا وجوده هيفرق ف مستقبل البلد

ارجوك ما تبخلش و ساهم معانا بوقتك و مجهودك

التدريب هيكون ف الدقى

و لمده 4 ايام

منهم يومين مسائى 4 ساعات ف اليوم و غالبا هيكونوا اربع و خميس

و يومين من 10 ل 6 و غالبا ما هيكونوا جمعه و سبت

و المجموعه من 20 مصرى بمختلف الثقافات و الاهداف و الافكار السياسيه او من غير و من مختلف المجالات و الاعمار و الدراسات و متفقين ف كونهم مصريين بيحبوا البلد و عايزين مصر تبقى احسن

و بعدين نبدأ الشغل

اشطر 2 او 3 فى المجموعه هيساعدوا ف تدريب المجموعه اللى بعد كده طبعا مع الاساتذة و الدكاترة المتخصصيين

و اللى ميقدرش ينزل يوعى الناس ف الشارع ممكن يعمل عمل سيكرتاريه ان شاء الله ساعتين ف اليوم تطوعا و هو اللى يحدد جدوله لنفسه بس مطلوب منه يلتزم بيه

و اللى مش قادر لا على ده و لا على ده و حابب يساهم ماديا عشان هنعمل كتب توعيه سياسيه بلغه الشارع ممكن قوى و يبقى كتر خيره

و على فكرة التدريبات مجانيه كله ف حب الوطن

مطلوب منك دلوقتى لو حابب تشارك لأننا هنبدأخلال ايم تبعت لى اسمك و رقم تليفونك و بريدك الالكترونى و اسم المنطقه اللى انت ساكن فيها و يا حبذا لو علاقتك بالسكان هناك و تصورك لنوعيه الناس اللى فيها و لو فى مراكز شباب قريبه ليك و تقر استعدادك للعمل التطوعى فى سبيل بلدك "مصر" لو غاليه عندك شارك معانا لأنهنا محتجالنا كلنا


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