~~ Latent Emotions~~*أحاسيس دفينه*
 

[l]Dear ….friends… where ever you're and whoever you're …I'll be glad to [/l] [l]share you my humble writings . and sure I need your help and your comments [/l] [l]on what's going to be written here .[/l] [l]Sometimes our own words we use to express our thoughts reflect many [/l] [l]things around us as well as inside us . We might ignore them , but actually [/l] [l]they come into view to those who observe us . [/l] [l]I tried to gather them under the title " Latent Emotions" .[/l] [l]I want to dedicate my special thanks to my friend who helped me in forming [/l] [l]the Arabic translation adequately . Have a good time….[/l]


[l]The Lover of Prophet's Companions. [/l]


أصدقائي الأعزاء...أين ما كنتم... يسعدني ان أشارككم.... كتاباتي المتواضعه....وبالطبع فأنا احتاج لنقدكم... لما سوف يكتب هنا....
أحيانا ً تعكس كلماتنا ....ما يجول في ذهننا من خواطر ...ربما نتجاهلها ....ولكن في الحقيقه تظهر لمن هم حولنا ....
قد جمعتها تحت عنوان..."أحاسيس دفينه" ...
وأوّد أن أقدم خالص شكري...لصديقي العزيز ...الذي ساعدني بصياغة الترجمة العربيه.. بأسلوب صحيح....
اتمنى لكم....وقتا ً ممتعا ً.........


محب الصحابه............ :for12:

A Rainy Memories .


It was 7 o’clock in the morning ,I opened my eyes looking every where

as if something missing .

I was a little bit tired, but I gathered my strength to leave bed . And as

usual my head hit the rim of the bed , It was painful this time . I got used to

this , each time I decided to buy a new bed I forgot , I don’t know, maybe

I got used to this way of getting up.

I went toward the window and I hauled up the curtains to let in some fresh air .

“ What an air !! ”. I said to myself taking a long breath .It went deep in my

heart flirting those sleepy feelings .

I went to the sitting room and sat there as usual , having my coffee and

holding an old book ,

trying to finish what I had started last night.

My eyes were straying among the words. I didn’t have any pleasure .

This time it was different.

I got unusual feelings , I’ve never had in my life before . I felt a kind of

dejection and couldn’t really know why..!!!

It was cold and raining out there , I can hear the drops thudding on the roof

Though I was wearing a jacket , but still trembling like a little bird . I held

the book and kept on reading , but the rain was thudding more strongly on
the roof . The sound was a heartbreaking melody . A baffling feelings

went inside my heart.

I put the book aside and I went downstairs to enjoy the rainy melodies . I

opened the door and stood on the step . It was an outstanding scene . I

always used to love rain and enjoy my time playing with the mud in the

backyard . But this time I wished it would stop . It reminded me of my

mother’s tears crying over my grandpa’s death .Couldn’t do anything but

wiping her tears with my hand .

It reminded me of the day when I left my country unwillingly . My eyes

were full of tears wishing to go back.

“Oh, rain” no more delightful memories . All what you hold for me is

melancholic pictures .

My face was dribbling , but I don’t know was it the rain or my tears .


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[c]ذكريات ماطـــره . [/c]



كانت الساعه السابعه صباحا ً... , فتحت عيني ّ... أنظر لما حولي... وكأنني

أبحث عن شئ مفقود.... كنت منهكا ً قليلا ً.... ولكني إستجمعت قواي... لأنهض

من السرير.... وكالعاده إرتطم رأسي بحافة السرير.... , لقد كان مؤلما ً هذه

المره... . ففي كل مره اقرر شراء سرير جديد أنسى ذلك.... , لا أدري ربما

إعتدت على هذا الطريقه في النهوض .....

إتجهت نحو النافذه ...لأفتح الستائر.... لعل بعض الهواء يدخل .....

كان هواء نقيا ً أخذت نفسا ً عميقا ....ً . لقد أحسست به وهويدخل أعماقي...

ليداعب تلك المشاعر النائمه .

إتجهت الى غرفة الجلوس كالعاده... لأتناول قهوتي.... وأكمل ما قد بدأت قراءته بالأمس.

كانت عيناي تائهتين بين الكلمات.... , لم أشعر هذه المره بلذة القراءه...... .

إذ تخالجني مشاعر غريبه.... لم أعهدها من قبل... . أحسست بالحزن.... لا اعلم لماذا .

الجو باردا ً... وممطرا ً في الخارج.... , وقطرات المطر ترتطم بسقف المنزل .

رغم أني كنت أرتدي معطفا ً.... ولكني كنت أرتجف من البرد... كعصفور صغير .

عدت لأكمل قراءتي... ولكن المطر أخذ يرتطم بقوه..... , صوته كلحن حزين..

يعزف على قلبي .

راودتني مشاعر الحيره.... وضعت الكتاب جانبا ً.... ونزلت للطابق السفلي...

لأستمتع بتلك الألحان... الممطره .

فتحت الباب....ووقفت عند عتبته.... . كان المنظر رائعا ً... , لطالما أحببت

المطر... وإستمتعت باللعب في الطين... في حديقة بيتنا ....

لكن.... هذه المره تمنيت لو انه توقف... .

لقد ذكرني... بدموع أمي وهي تبكي لموت جدي... , لم أكن أملك سوى مسح

دموعها بيدي....

ذكرني.. يوم تركت وطني دون إرادتي ...كانت عيني... غرقى بالدموع ....

" أيها المطر".. لم يعد هناك ذكريات سعيده... تحملها لي.. . لقد أصبحت لا تحمل

لي سوى الصور الحزينه ......


كان وجهي يقطر... في تلك اللحظه... ولكن لا أدري... هل هي قطرات المطر...

أم دموعي .......!!!

[l]

حبوب

I am going to make it a STICKY topic, cuz am humming for more;)

So go and grabe all your notes and papers you have filled with your warm and tender emotions :)

[/l]

سيتم تثبيت هذا الموضوع.، لنتمكن من قراءة المزيد من ( حبوبيات) حبوب ..

شكرا لكـــ

salaam

your memorial is very wonderful and expressive

when u r lonely and far from ur home and lovres u ll see everything sad and grey
even the rain which we usually see it as something bring haapinees and joyfulness, in loneliness rain make us recall sad memories

sadness is not because the rain
its a result of loneliness





thanx bro for make us share ur memories

Hi ….3bdullah…..thanks pal….I really appreciate your comment . It's nothing compared to what you wrote .



Abeer , thanks for your comment . But this is sure not a result of being a lone. This is the other side of life we overlooked .




WE WAITE FOR THE SECOND ….ESSAY …..

[l]

Back with you,

Haboob here is my first letter to my friend when I first heard about him.
I never heared of for 4 years :(

He was a high school old friend..

This letter is TWO years old ( pfff dust master )
[/l]

[c]
http://members.lycos.co.uk/wescooter/bestfriend.gif


Those words sometimes
make you think of yesteryears,
the high school friendships.
But there's no better way to
describe what you mean to me,
because you're the only person
I can share my whole self
with, who knows me better
than anyone else -
probable better than I do !

ll\\ll

Remember when we
first met, how we just
took off, as if there were
no tomorrow ?
Even then I felt we would
become the best friends.
And now, I feel like
I've known you forever.
Sometimes I wonder
if people are destined to
meet and become friends...

ll\\ll

But I don't really
need to to know how it
happened -
I just know you're
one of the nicest people
to ever come into my life,
and I'm glad you did.
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[l]WoW.......3bdullah...I don't believe it...it is soooooooo....touchy...pal...it's an a honor to read your writings I'm longing for more ...[/l]

[c]3bdullah..........PRINCE OF HEARTS[/c] :for12:

wooow thats great

u r a real poet bro

sometimes i feel jealousy of those who express their emotions in literary writings
its the best way to release wat u feel

i hope i can do it oneday but its a talent:g2: :g2:

its a gift from Allah

C U soon :)

اخي العزيز ..

واخي الغالي .. محب الصحابة ..

كتابات ادبية .. اكثر من رائعه ..

اهنـئك على الملكة الادبية .. التي تملكها ..

بارك الله فيك .. وفي انتـظار جديدك ..

:p ....أهلييييين والله ...حياك ياابو محمد....تسلم على هالطلة

ياغالي....شكرا ً لك ياراعي الذوووووووق ...هذا من لمساتك اللي مالنا غنى

عنها....وأبشر الجديد بالطريق ..إن شاء الله.... ;)



تحياتي وأشواقي / حبوب,,,,,

Straying Steps


In that broad park , full of trees dispersed every where . Near the hedge stand a large branchy tree .

On that tree you see a small nest of a mother bird feeding her babies .

They were flapping their wings of joy and opening their mouths to catch

what their mother has brought. They never thought of leaving their warm

nest some day .

He was sitting there under a tree , holding a news paper and turning the

pages . It doesn’t seem that he’s involved in details , but he was just

checking the headlines.

I got a little closer to him . He didn’t notice my presence , he might be

ignoring me . I took a deep look at him . I couldn’t actually keep my eyes

away from his face . It was pale and dry , like the land that’s longing for

rain . It was covered with wrinkles , but his eyes got something

distinctive . They were full of words mixed with tears .

Sometimes we pretend to be smart in front of others. We hide things

inside our hearts , but we forget that what ever we bury is revealed

through our eyes.

His eyes spoke to me in another language . Life is only a miserable

moments . It was a short message .

He was desperate , his face carried one picture . It was colored with

black , nothing but black .

He was mumbling some word as if he is blaming someone .

We always appreciate this quality in ourselves . Throwing the blame on

others , just to give ourselves , fake excuses .

The only thing we do in bravery is running a way from reality to fantasy ,

trying to overlook our miseries .

He noticed my looks , and he turned his face a side .

I walked a few steps a way and I pretended looking for someone .

He folded the newspaper and he got up , he seemed older than he really

is . He walked slowly carrying unbearable burden .

Sometimes we walk in all trends , trying to hide from this world , lost steps .

Every moment passes adds something to our lives . Filled it with joy as

well as grief .

My eyes were following him as he was departing . He left the park to

nowhere .


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خــطــوات تـــــــــــــائــــــهــــه

في تلك الحديقة الواسعة....المليئة بالأشجار..المتفرقة...قرب السور كانت

تنتصب شجرة... عملاقة كثيفة الأغصان...قد بني فوقها ....عش صغير ..لأم تطعم

فراخها...وهم يصفقون.. بأجنحتهم من الفرح.. ويفتحون أفواههم ...ليلتقطوا ما

احضرته أمهم...لم يخطر ببالهم.. أنهم سوف يتركون.. عشهم الدافئ.. في يوم من.. الأيام....

كان... جالسا ً تحت الشجرة ... بين يديه ...صحيفة ...يقلب الصفحات ....ولكن.. لم

يبدو عليه.. أنه متعمق في التفاصيل ...وإنما... كان يمر... على العناوين فقط ...

إقتربت قليلا ً منه...ولكنه... لم يتنبه لحضوري...لعله كان يتجاهلني...نظرت له

بتأمل...لم أستطع ان أدير بعيني ّ عن وجهه... بدا ذلك الوجه... شاحبا ً..

وجافا ً ...كالأرض ..المشتاقة للمطر...كان مغطى ً بالتجاعيد...ولكن في عينيه

شئ مميز....مزيج.. من الكلمات.. والدموع.....

كثيرا ًً... ما نتظاهر باننا أذكياء... أمام الآخرين...نخفي ما في قلوبنا..

وننسى ...ان ما ندفنه.. تظهره عيوننا...

كانت... عينيه... تخاطبني... بلغة أخرى ....الحياه... ماهي.. إلا لحظات..

تعيسه... كانت تلك رسالة قصيره....

لقد كان بائسا ً.. وجهه... يحمل صورة واحده....مغطاة بالسواد... لا

شئ ..سوى.. السواد....

كان... يتمتم بعض ..الكلمات...وكأنه... يلوم احدا ً مــا...

دائما ً... ما نقدر هذه الصفة... في أنفسنا...إلقاء اللوم... على غيرنا ...لنعطي

انفسنا... اعذارا ً واهية....

والشئ... الوحيد... الذي نفعله بشجاعة.. هو... الهروب ...من عالم الواقع ...الى

عالم الخيال .....

لقد أدار بوجهه جانبا ً....لعله لاحظ نظراتي له....إبتعدت... بضعة خطوات

منه ....متظاهرا ً بأني أبحث عن شخص ما ....طوى الصحيفه ونهض ....لقد بدا

أكبر.. من عمره....مشى ببطئ.. وفوق ظهره حمل ...لايطاق...

ها نحن ...نمشي في ...كل.. الإتجاهات....نحاول أن نختفي... من هذا

العالم.....خطوات تائهة ....

كل.. لحظة.. تمر... من أعمارنا ....تضيف.. شئ لحياتنا ...مليئة بالفرح... والحزن.....

كانت... عيـني ّ ....تلاحقه ...وهو يغادر....لقد رحل... الى حيث... لا يعلم....

salaam

how r u bro? i hope u r doing well

ur words r wise and precious
especially this
He was mumbling some word as if he is blaming someone.We always appreciate this quality in ourselves . Throwing the blame on others , just to give ourselves , fake excuses.
The only thing we do in bravery is running a way from reality to fantasy
trying to overlook our miseries


i always wondering why we do that although we know very well that doesn't solve our broblems or miseries?
why we always blame others of wat happen to us?
why we don't have courage to admit our mistakes? admission is the first step for the solution

thanx again
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شكرا لك أخي على كلماتك الحكيمة والثمينة
خاصة تلك
كان... يتمتم بعض ..الكلمات...وكأنه... يلوم احدا ً مــا...دائما ً... ما نقدر هذه الصفة... في أنفسنا...إلقاء اللوم... على غيرنا ...لنعطي انفسنا... اعذارا ً واهية....
والشئ... الوحيد... الذي نفعله بشجاعة.. هو... الهروب ...من عالم الواقع ...الى
عالم الخيال

انني دائما ما اتسائل لماذا نفعل هذا مع اننا نعلم تماما بأن هذا لن يحل مشكلاتنا ومآسينا؟
لماذا دائما ناوم الآخرين فينا يحدث لنا؟ لماذا لا نملك الشجاعة لنعترف بأخطائنا؟
الاعتراف اولى الخطوات للحل

Thanks ….Abeer for passing by and dropping this nice comment .

Sure no one would admit his faults. This is human nature.