Your presence in my life is gift from heavens. Things are meant to appear in our lives for a reason. With you I traveled a trip in the Everlasting to Somewhere only we know. You taught me how To sing for absolution and how to Collapse the light into earth. Thank you for showing me the Door to river and introducing me to the Rocket brothers. You are the Scientist who showed me the real meaning of Clocks.
My Flaming lips will never stop singing and my heart will joyfully listen to the calls of Manic street preachers every time I sit under the Procupine tree and feeling the soul of Muse whispering to mine .
Remember that you give me the joy, the hope and the positive perspective when I am struggling in the the sea of sadness, and when I am flying in the sky of emptiness.
Thank you my angel of music, I love your soul.
My words that may describe you are: Harmony, Eternity, Nymph, Rapture,Yearning.
Friday, June 11, 2004
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Hi Guys
CISV (Children's International Summer Villages). In less than 10 days We will be meeting again to start our project"World In Stavanger". Guys, I can't wait to meet you again, It will be so joyful and beneficial,yahoooo.
Photo taken from our last meeting around a month ago
Human rights is everybody's business
Yesterday was my last day as a trainee at Amnesty International. Six months passed as six days and I was happy to participate in such a special organization. Memories woke up in my mind and I saw myself again that first aid volunteer in the Lebanese red cross in Marjeyoun/South Lebanon. I gave 8 years of my life to the Red cross and I am proud to know that I have loyal friends who are still serving with all motivation and good will. I greet them all.
Yesterday was my last day at Amnesty and it is my new begining in human right activities
As it is written on the wall of Amnesty office here in Stavanger:
Human rights is everybody's business.
Yesterday was my last day at Amnesty and it is my new begining in human right activities
As it is written on the wall of Amnesty office here in Stavanger:
Human rights is everybody's business.
Monday, June 07, 2004
Nice Story
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools
and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.
"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did. Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.
What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?
Sir Winston Churchill.
Someone once said: What goes around comes around.
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Sing like nobody's listening.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.
"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did. Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.
What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?
Sir Winston Churchill.
Someone once said: What goes around comes around.
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Sing like nobody's listening.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
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